Page 46 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)
Elijah
I didn’t hold back but gave Jon all the strength of my arm, taking care to not hit him in the same place twice.
Red welts rose across his freckled skin, and my dragon squealed in delight—shuddered with every stripe across our beta’s flesh.
I trembled with the need to release fully to my beast and shift with every moan leaking from Jon’s lips.
The scales on the cane would recognize his dragonblood and keep his skin from breaking but would also make his recovery ten times faster than a man-made cane beating would. Even as I made my way up over the tops of his ass cheeks, the lowest welts began to fade.
My heart pounded, and I fought for breath. Sweat coated my body, and I ripped my shirt off, the cotton restricting my movements.
Jon sagged in the chains, his head hanging forward, sweat dripping from his body.
His brow smoothed over, and I stepped close, rubbing my jean-clad, aching dick against his ass.
He moaned and pushed back against me, even though the friction of my jeans against his raw ass waiting to heal had to sting like hell.
“So perfect,” I murmured, and his moan caused my length to jerk against his backside. “You’re everything I could ever want in a mate.”
Yessss .
Sweetness hit my nose, jerking my head to the door I’d left open on purpose. I dropped the cane and reached around Jon’s waist to grab hold of his straining dick.
Dakota stepped into view. She pulled up short, her breath catching and eyes widening as her gaze flitted over her strung-up husband and the leaking dick I slowly worked. She licked her lips, and I smiled over Jon’s shoulder when her focus finally landed on my face.
Jon groaned and tipped his head back against my shoulder as I smeared my hand around his crown and down to the root.
“Your wife is here,” I murmured against his ear since the blindfold cut off his vision and I wasn’t yet sure if he could scent her as easily as I did.
He groaned, his length pulsing in my grip but not spilling.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said while kicking off my shoes. “And you aren’t going to come until I say so.”
Jon whimpered and nodded, and I put distance between us, tearing at my jeans with a hint of my talons since Dakota stood on the other side of my beta and wouldn’t see the action.
I shoved the nearly ruined material off me and pressed against my beta once more, lubing my hand with the slick mess oozing from my dick.
I wanted to thrust into Jon’s ass with one shove, demand he submit not just his body but his heart to me as well. I lusted to pull his hair, tilt his head at an angle, and sink my fangs into his neck.
Mark.
Claim .
I hissed against the darkness barely restrained beneath my skin and held Dakota’s gaze while crowding close against our lover. I rubbed against his puckered hole.
Take .
Teeth clenched, I pressed forward, breaching the ring of muscle in Jon’s ass without any prep. He groaned and found his footing enough to arch his spine.
My little pain slut. My beta.
I grabbed hold of his hips and glanced down to find the welts nearly gone from his backside. “Relax and let me in,” I murmured and watched while I sank my shaft slowly into his hole.
He grunted but didn’t tense, so blissed out from the pain that had shifted him toward subspace.
I leaned forward and bit his lobe to remind him where he remained shackled by my chains and was mine for the taking. “ Such a good boy for me.”
He whimpered and fucked himself deeper onto my shaft.
“Yes,” I hissed along with my inner beast, pushing into Jon until my drawn-up balls rested near his.
Mine .
“This ass belongs to me,” I growled against my beta’s ear, my gaze once more on his wide-eyed, panting wife.
Us .
Jon gasped and whined, unaware my dragon claimed him along with my human form. A few curses muttered past his lips as I pulled out to the head and slowly slid back in, my cock bucking hard at being fully sheltered in our beta’s heat.
“Give in to what your heart desires, Jon,” I said, reaching for his cock once more. “Say you belong to us.”
My dragon growled his approval over being included in my request even if Jon wasn’t yet aware of that half of me.
Jon shuddered and swallowed a gulp of air.
I continued my slow assault even though he didn’t offer us what all of us wanted.
Manipulation .
The fuck it was. I was simply giving him what his body craved. It was Jon who refused to voice the submission he felt deep in his soul, same as I did my place as his alpha.
“Harder,” he said on a gasp as I bottomed out in his tightness.
“My kinky pain-whore.” I chuckled and bit his earlobe harder, fighting against the swelling tingling in my balls. “We’re doing this my way.” I whispered my reminder and slowly withdrew again, backing off enough my cock sprang loose from his ass.
“P-please. D-don’t stop.”
I reached between us and lined my cock up for another slow glide deep inside him. Reaching up, I grabbed hold of his neck and squeezed my other hand around the base of his cock.
His chest rose and fell in rapid succession, his body trembling against mine.
“How badly do you need to come, Jon?” I murmured, my gaze seeking out Dakota, my entire body still, tensed, and ready to explode in release at the sweet scent of her arousal flooding the dungeon.
“So fucking b-bad,” Jon rasped, his voice barely audible. “Christ. Please move.”
I jerked him slowly, swirled my palm over his slick head and grasped his girth once more. Dakota’s gaze followed my hand’s every move, her pupils huge and black.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I whispered in Jon ear for him alone, buried deep inside his ass.
He gulped, another shudder rippling down over him.
“Speak what’s in your heart, and I’ll set you free.”
Still, he hesitated.
Choke! Claim!
I squeezed our beta’s throat but not nearly enough to satisfy my beast’s demands.
We would do no such thing.
Slow gyrations of my hips ground me deep into Jon’s body without thrusting like he begged for, and my harsh grip on the base of his dick kept him on the brink of eruption.
“Jon.”
“I-I can’t.”
Dolyn had said the same, unable to allow vulnerability that would have set him free.
My eyelids slammed shut as the reality of why Jon refused to submit to me hit me hard. “You don’t trust me.”
Jon didn’t respond, and I knew I’d spoken truth.
I slowly backed out, my chest aching, but couldn’t bear to pull free from the warm clasp of his body around my glans. Doing so would end the connection between us, same as it had with Dolyn on our final night together.
It had also broken the tenuous bond between us, allowing him to leave me while I’d slept.
The melted rock on my left called to me, the tears of dripping granite that shouldn’t have been possible but was a heavy reminder of the grief I’d suffered over Dolyn’s abandonment.
I would not lose Jon. Refused to.
“Jon.” Dakota’s whisper pulled my focus toward her. She didn’t attempt to give herself release like she usually did while watching us but stood firm in the doorway like a gorgeous goddess of golden flame and flashing eyes.
Jon groaned, his head shifting as though look for her past his blindfold.
“You told me you wanted him,” she declared quietly, her tone firm, owning every word.
He grunted an agreement.
“That sixth sense of mine?”
A nod of acknowledgment moved his head.
“It tells me we can trust him—and I know you feel it too. Search inside for the truth, baby,” she whispered, her voice pleading without a hint of coercion.
“He’s not your foster father. Not that asshole ex-best friend or that blond douche.
This is Elijah . The man who took us in and offered us shelter, asking nothing in return.
The lonely soul who has showered us with nothing but affection, care, and compassion.
His offer of a job wasn’t manipulation in attempts to get you to submit to him.
He’s selfless. Giving. Loving exactly how your heart has always longed for, how I won’t ever be able to fulfill. ”
Jon choked on a sob, his head tipping down, sweat-dampened hair hiding his profile from my view.
Dakota met my eyes in a silent pleading for help to make him see .
Submit .
My dragon once more whispered a word I’d been taking in the wrong way. Same as I was the alpha in our triad, I, too, needed to submit to my lovers.
I wrapped my arms around Jon, placing my cheek against the back of his neck. “I give you every piece of me she doesn’t own, sweet beta of mine. I’m yours to do with as you please,” I murmured and sank into the tight confines of his body that welcomed me like a worn glove.
Home.
Swallowing hard, I clenched my eyes shut. “Yield to me in return—I’m begging you, Jon. Please.”
“You…have my consent.” The ragged whisper spilled from his lips, and I choked on a sob.
My inner beast roared, scales rippling down my back.
I clutched Jon harder, teeth clenched to keep from biting into his succulent skin. “Thank you. Thank you,” I choked on the words, pulled out of his ass, and thrust in fully, unable to bury as deeply into his soul as I longed to do.
“Please.”
Jon’s choked begging had me reaching for his dick. He leaked pre-cum as freely as mine, slickening my hand.
“Submit to my love, mon coeur ,” I whispered, and he melted against my chest, every muscle in his body limp.
A guttural groan escaped him as I held him upright and fucked into his tight ass, my dick straining to go deeper, harder. I slammed into him while working his length in time with my thrusts until both of us gasped for breath, rattling the chains overhead.
The scent of sex flooded my nose, overcome by the sweetness of our female who still stood in the doorway, lower lip between her teeth and one hand palming a breast beneath my shirt she’d replaced her hiking outfit with.
“Fly free for me, Jon.”
He tensed in my arms, twitching and groaning as his cum shot toward Dakota in long ropes from my jerking grasp.
Holding still in his ass, I allowed myself release, my cock pulsing deep inside him, filling him with my seed.
Eyes clenched shut, I gave him all that I was as promised, everything I had—my heart, my mind, and my soul—until I emptied.
Spent, I wrapped my arms around his sagging body, cradling my beta to my heaving chest as our hearts thrummed in time with each other.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice broken.