Page 43 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

She climbed onto the bed on her knees, thighs spread, and I finally turned to look at her as Elijah slid his hand down over her bare pubis and up into her glistening pussy.

“So slick and warm, mon coeur .” He pulled out, his fingers dripping, and palmed his dick, smearing her and his abundant arousal down his length. “More...” Twice, he gathered her moisture and slickened his dick, and the third time, he reached between my bent legs and cupped my balls.

My eyes rolled back into my head again as I growled a curse, my dick bobbing and leaking on my stomach. Jesus fucking Christ, his touch—the quiet sounds of his exhales, the scent of fire clinging to his scent and surrounding me…

I fisted the comforter at my sides and clenched my jaw to keep from losing control and coming completely untouched. His proximity was life. Fucking euphoria and all mine for the taking.

Or rather, receiving.

Elijah smoothed his hands down over my ass, and I relaxed, so damn ready for his touch I swallowed down a sob of neediness. He breached my ring of muscle with one fingertip, and I whimpered.

“Okay?” he whispered, and I swallowed hard while nodding.

Who knew a finger up the ass would feel so goddamned good?

He slid in another soaked with their combined juices, and I bucked my hips, tossing out curses like a madman as he pushed deeper, stretching my virgin ass, readying my poor hole for his huge cock.

“L-Lube,” I gasped, knowing that would at least make things a little easier on me even though I was all but panting to be wrecked by his dick.

“Relax,” he half-cooed, gliding his fingers in and out in an abundance of slickness that didn’t make sense. “What we produce in our need is more than enough for me to own you.”

Own.

Jesus, fuck.

That sounded so goddamned right yet scary as hell. But I wasn’t about to stop this train barreling toward losing my ass’s virginity. Nope. Needed him to dick me down and leave me boneless, Dakota’s fantasy come to life.

“Just do it,” I said through clenched teeth, opening my eyes to meet his gaze and grabbing hold of the back of my knees to widen my legs.

He caressed my thigh, watching as he pulled his fingers from my hole.

I clenched around nothing, the absence of his presence in my body like a knife to my damned chest. “Please—Elijah.” Begging wasn’t hot in my mind, but my wife thought so.

A deep moan rolled from where she remained planted on the mattress beside me, fingers up her pussy. The musk of her arousal flooded my lungs alongside the scent of brimstone. A delicious combination that made my mouth water.

Holding my gaze, Elijah crowded close and pressed the head of his wet dick against my pucker.

I bore down as I’d seen Dakota do hundreds of times, knowing it would make penetration more bearable. He pressed, and I let out a steady breath, hissing against the burn of intrusion.

“God—fuck!” I gritted my teeth, fighting against the need to clench. “Ah, Jesus!” The head of his cock lodged inside my ass, and I panted, struggling to stay relaxed.

“That’s it,” he murmured, the caresses of his hands up the backs of my thighs soothing enough I shuddered a huge exhale.

“So hot, Jon...” Dakota whispered, her fingers making squishing noises while she fucked herself with them inches from my trembling body. “Relax and let him in, baby. I promise it gets better.”

“More,” I demanded, staring up at Elijah with determination to take every goddamned inch of his massive cock up my ass because it was what my wife wanted.

I want.

Elijah palmed my flagging erection and squeezed, causing my eyes to roll back into my head.

“Fuck—”

He shoved in what felt like a fucking foot—probably a goddamn inch—and I bucked, crying out against the pain burning through my asshole.

“Look at me while I own you, Jon.”

Goddamn mother fucker . I didn’t want to submit.

My eyelids popped open without consent of my brain, and Elijah pushed in a little farther, sliding his other slick hand over my thickening cock.

“Breathe, baby,” Dakota suggested, her voice so damn breathless that my dick jerked in Elijah’s hold.

I released my pent up exhale and relaxed, not having realized every muscle in my body had tensed to the point of eruption, and not the good kind.

Another nudge, another stroke on my rigid length, and I hissed through my teeth. No fucking way he could fit another inch?—

He pulled out and slid back in, and the burn shifted into pure fucking gold .

“Oh, fuuuuck .” I groaned the word through clenched teeth, my balls drawing up tight. Another withdrawal, a slow sink into my body, and Elijah’s balls rested against my ass, filling me completely. Fucking stretched to capacity—and so goddamned fucking perfect I wanted to sob.

“Oh my God.” Dakota moaned from beside me, but I couldn’t open my eyes. Couldn’t fucking move, or I’d either start crying like a baby or blow my load prematurely all over my stomach and prove what a slut I was for Elijah’s cock.

Not that I would really care about the latter. His dick had been crafted by the gods to fit inside my body and hit my prostate just right.

“Sit on his face, mon coeur ,” Elijah murmured, squeezing the base of my dick while rocking into my hungry ass and rubbing where I needed him. “Give him something to focus on so this doesn’t end before I thoroughly enjoy the gift of him.”

Internally, I whimpered like a cowering dog, and the desire to once more crawl for him, rub my face on his thigh, and feel his hands on my head and fingers running through my hair swept over me.

I should have been flattened, taken out by the powerful energy emanating off the god buried balls deep in my ass, but every cell rejuvenated, coming to life with renewed outlook and hope for the future.

I’d always wondered why Dakota enjoyed a good dicking up the ass, and now I knew…or rather, almost did.

The sweet scent of my wife’s pussy wafted over my nose, jerking me back to reality and reminding me I wasn’t alone in my blissed-out state of waiting for the climax of a lifetime.

I grabbed hold of her hips and dove into her slick folds like a starved man, delirious with need, like I floated a breath away from being swept into oblivion. I hadn’t even realized she’d settled atop me facing Elijah until her hot mouth closed over the tip of my dick.

“Fuck!” I garbled against her pussy lips, panting and sucking at her swollen labia hard enough she flinched.

I dug my fingertips into her thighs and shoved my tongue up her hole as far as it would go.

Elijah pulled out to the crown and thrust into my ass.

Stars exploded behind my eyelids.

Had to come. A deep growl rumbled my chest. Had to fucking come .

“Please…fucking please ,” I begged against Dakota’s satiny skin, unable to do anything but feel .

“No coming until I say so,” Elijah said, his low voice rippling over my skin, his hand a vise around the base of my cock to stop me from nutting.

I cursed through clenched teeth, thrashing in my need to fucking come already.

A deep craving for Elijah’s spunk all up in my guts swept through me, taking control of my mind.

Everything but the friction of him thrusting in steady rhythm inside my hole escaped my consciousness.

I grunted against the exquisite torture of his hard cock rubbing against my prostate, making me mad with the need to bust.

No way would I be able to keep quiet?—

Dakota took me deep, the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat.

My balls erupted without permission, jerking my cock against Dakota’s tongue, shooting, pulsing, spurting as she hummed around my length, her pussy muffling my hollers. She swallowed down every drop, but my dick didn’t soften.

I groaned a few f-bombs, Elijah’s stroking on my inner walls jacking me back up to the edge again before my climax ended.

Dakota lifted off me, and I forced my eyelids up to find her sprawled beside me, fingers in her pussy, lips parted, watching as Elijah fucked my ass as though hell-bent on wrecking my insides.

But there was no pain, nothing but the insatiable need to be closer. Fuller.

“Elijah,” I croaked, and he planked over me on his hands beside my shoulders, the black of his eyes swirling—maddening in its darkness.

“You’re going to pay for coming without my permission,” he murmured.

Why the fuck was the idea of that so goddamned hot?

He thrust deep enough I saw stars again and captured my mouth, obliterating all thought but him.

Elijah owned me, every atom inside me. Every breath that filled my lungs smelled like him, every lash of his tongue sweet along mine.

He dominated me with ease, and I sank into submission, greedy for everything he gave.

The onslaught of his alpha nature, the unspoken demands he placed on me to conform to his will, was hot as fuck.

I willingly handed over my body, my mind, but my heart cowered behind crumbling rock of determination.

“Fuck me, Elijah,” I growled against his lips, desperate to take us back to distracted need rather than the overwhelming desire for deep intimacy I craved. “Hard. Fast. Want your cum inside me.”

Two words tore from his mouth in a language I didn’t understand, but they faded from my ears as his dick throbbed, shooting tingling heat into my guts.

“Oh, fuck!” My jaw clenched and spine arched as he continued to empty, every spurt of his cum ratcheting my need to spill again.

But this time, something in me denied my body release.

I waited his permission, his guidance.

Jesus, what was wrong with me?

Still pulsing, he pulled out, leaving me empty, his hot seed seeping from my hole. I panted, strung with the need to fuck. Would he let me?—

“Take her.”

I rolled between Dakota’s thighs without finishing my thought, obeying Elijah’s command and filling my wife’s pussy with one savage thrust. My inner animal unleashed, I hollered and fucked into her with no intent other than coming again. Taking. Devouring.

My ears rang, muffling her cries and my grunts while I attempted to rail into her deeper than I’d ever done in the past. Her nails dug into my back, but the sting didn’t hinder me from trying to split her in two—pushing her toward the headboard with every savage thrust of my hips.

“Jon!” Dakota shrieked, and her pussy clamped down on me, pulling, milking a second climax from my aching balls in a matter of minutes.

A guttural cry flew from me, and I shoved my face in her neck, arms wrapped around her body. My release rushed through me like a euphoric wind, my soul soaring through the sky as though I had wings.