Page 47 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Jonathan

I fucking soared through the air, wind whipping at me, flooding my heart, my mind with relief.

Black scales rippled beneath where I sat as we shot across the sky.

My dragon. I recognized the balm-like effect he had on me, quieting my thoughts.

Making all things right again. We rose and fell through darkness, our bodies pure light as pinpricks dotted the night sky, waking tingling warmth inside my body.

I could taste Elijah’s cum on my tongue even though he’d released inside my ass. He overrode everything, every sense, until all I could feel, smell, and see was him becoming man from the creature I’d dreamed of for as long as I could remember.

“Elijah,” I tried to whisper but couldn’t hear if I’d managed to speak aloud.

“Shh.” His hot breath caressed my ear, my neck, as the blissful tingling in my ass spread through my torso into my limbs and up my neck to my mind.

His cum was more than just tasty. Like Dakota had claimed, it hit like a shot of espresso even though I hadn’t swallowed it down..

Clarity returned like a breath of fresh air, like that first sip of strong coffee peeling open my eyelids in the morning, pulling me from my dreamlike state where reality and fantasy evolved into one.

Darkness coated my vision, and I realized the blindfold meant to help me focus on Elijah’s touch still prohibited my sight.

His arms remained around me, but he slowly backed away, his cock slipping from my ass.

I groaned, wanting him to press back in, but he left me empty and dripping his cum. My hole pulsed as though desperate to close up tight and keep his seed inside my body until it soaked in, became one with me.

A low growl rose behind me, and Elijah used two thick fingers to push his seed inside me as though wishing he could breed my ass.

My dick attempted to revive, and I moaned in disappointment that the appendage remained drooped, flaccid between my thighs.

Regardless of my limp dick and wrists remaining shackled overhead, the chains clanked as I twisted slightly in their hold to fuck myself on Elijah’s probing fingers stroking over my oversensitive prostate.

Sweetness wafted past my nose.

Dakota...

Her scent flooded through me, and I sucked air deeply into my lungs, having forgotten she’d witnessed my finally giving over to what Elijah and she both wanted.

What I’d been desperate for yet feared.

No such emotion worried me now. I hung suspended although sagging in my bonds, still riding out that sense of freedom Elijah had gifted me. Even after his touch eased from my hole, I felt connected to him, at total peace.

“The chains,” Elijah said, and I listened as Dakota shuffled across the room.

The sound of metal ratcheting hit my ears, and my limp arms lowered.

Elijah caught them to keep them from dropping to my sides. He quickly released my wrists, and the chains clanked to the floor as he wrapped his arms around me once more, holding me tight against his chest. “Are you okay, mon coeur ?” he whispered in my ear while pulling off my blindfold.

My heart.

The meaning of his words flitted through my brain.

He’d been calling Dakota that for days, as though to assure her of his feelings for her, but he’d spoken to me—I had no doubt, same as he’d done before releasing me from my mental restraints—to send me soaring.

My lips turned upward from the happiness rising inside me.

“Better than,” I managed to croak as he pressed a kiss to my neck, his lips warm and branding.

A shudder ripped through me at the thought of wearing his mark, and I blinked in the dim light, breathing in the delicious scent of our combined cum—and my wife’s arousal.

She moved in my peripheral vision, drawing my focus. Eyes luminous and green as spring grass, she stared at me with such love and devotion my heart attempted to shatter from the sweetest pain imaginable, one I never wished to escape.

I held her gaze as Elijah gathered me in his arms, and just as I’d always expected, he carried me with ease to the large bed on the far, tear-droplet-like wall.

He sat against the headboard, cradling me in his arms as he had with Dakota countless times. Strong hands clutched me close, possessive fingertips caressing my hair and thigh.

Rather than feeling like less than a man as I’d have done even an hour earlier, I sank into his comfort, soaking in the aftercare he offered.

Dakota approached, her face radiant.

I’d done that—my motherfucking submission.

Chest puffing up, I held out my hand to her.

She settled on the mattress beside us, tucked against Elijah’s side, her fingers twining through mine.

We sat in silence for a few moments, our breaths perfectly in tune, making me wonder if all three of our hearts beat at the same time—and for the same reason.

“What held you back?” Elijah broke the stillness.

While at the apartment, I’d promised Dakota that everything would be okay as long as we talked shit out. That we were honest with each other about our feelings. Elijah asked for mine, and him wanting to know more of me settling another piece of my soul into place.

He cared, exactly as Dakota had claimed, perhaps, even loved me as she did.

“Fear,” I answered honestly. “Of trusting but also losing you—or my wife. She’s…

drawn to people.” Flashes of faces in her strange file sprang to life in my head, the most prominent being that blond douche and the latest who’d severely snagged her attention, Ashley.

As usual, unrest snaked through my guts, but I no longer questioned why it hadn’t with Elijah.

We had been meant to meet him. Fate had brought us together, and I had no choice other than to submit to her will, which would bring us nothing but joy in the future I no longer doubted.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my face against the light dusting of hair on Elijah’s chest.

A low rumbled growl of contentment sounded beneath my ear.

“You’re the first person she’s felt that for who didn’t rouse…darkness in me, I suppose you could call it,” I continued. “Maddening jealousy, a possessive insecurity I don’t usually experience with her. Same with Ashley.”

“My secretary?” Elijah asked, his slow strokes on my skin and hair stilling.

“Yeah. Not sure why that pissed me off. Dakota only likes dick.”

She squeezed my fingers. “Only yours and Elijah’s.”

“They’re the only two you’ve had,” I reminded her.

“The only two I’ll ever want ,” she tossed back.

I rubbed my thumb over the back of her hand before lifting our clasped palms to my mouth to brush my lips over her knuckles.

“There’s nothing wrong with finding someone beautiful or experiencing attraction,” Elijah stated quietly. “It’s who you’ve chosen to attach yourself to, who you remain loyal to, that matters in the end.”

“Who you love ,” Dakota whispered.

I shifted to sit atop Elijah’s lap rather than melting into him, needing to see my wife’s face.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, baby. No more wallowing in guilt when you feel that draw, when that strange tingle in your head telling you’re somehow connected to these strangers. They don’t matter.”

“Connected?”

Dakota nodded at Elijah’s asking for clarity. “It’s more than simply a sense that I’ve seen them before—or even know them. It’s…deeper than that. Something on almost a primal level. I can’t really explain what it is.” She shrugged, her shoulders sagging.

A second later, her head whipped to the open dungeon door.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Talking about gifts ,” I muttered, recognizing the awareness stiffening her body and wary as fuck since everything had seemed to be going perfect for a change.

“What is it?” Elijah set me off his lap, his instincts rising to the surface, same as mine.

“I...” Dakota toward us, and I recognized the confusion on her face.

“Someone is here,” I stated what she questioned, considering the lair we hid inside that no one else knew about according to Elijah. “A strange one.”

She turned back toward the door. “Yes.”

Elijah hopped off the bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor. “No one can get past my security system.”

“Dakota wouldn’t lie,” I said, sliding off the bed with the intent to follow him, realizing as I did so that there was no residual pain, no lingering ache from the cane he’d wielded to bring me the greatest pleasure I’d ever known.

A few muttered curses flew past Elijah’s lips, and he started toward the door, only half-dressed and in bare feet. “Stay here.”

His growled command didn’t slow my instinctual need to remain on his heels, but he halted in the doorway and spun. Darkness swirled within his pupils, and I blinked as the image of my dragon flickered around his body.

Guess a part of my brain still lingered in that floaty place he’d spirited me away to.

“Please.” Elijah pleaded, and I fucking felt his unease, his worry for us as he laid his hand on my bare chest. He touched his own with his other hand. “I can sense your desire to protect me but remain here where it’s safe. I beg of you. If anything happened to either you or our female…”

Lips pressed tight, I dipped my head once, loving how he’d claimed my wife as ours .

He turned and sprinted up the hallway.

The ache that had knifed at my chest when he’d left us to collect our things in New York didn’t radiate pain through my sternum like I’d expected. Elijah was no longer in sight, but his essence remained in my head and gut, like he’d taken up residence there.

“Who do you think it is?” Dakota asked, her voice small and shaking.

I turned to find her huddled on the bed, arms wrapped around herself and trembling.

“Dakota,” I said, striding to grab her up in a comforting hold, her feet dangling in the air.

Face buried in her neck, I breathed her in as she melted against my chest. “Baby—it’s going to be all right.

There’s no person on the face of the planet that mountain of a man of ours can’t handle. I can promise you that.”

“You love him, don’t you?” she whispered, and I shifted so I could meet her gaze.

Even if the truth hurt her, I had to speak it. Loving Elijah as I did my wife, couldn’t be helped or ignored even if the word might sting. “Yes.”

Tears glistened in her eyes. “Is it wrong of us to love two people at once? The same need and deep longing to be one with them?”

“Fuck, no.” I’d never felt so damn sure of anything in my life. “Is it wrong of me to like being chained up and beat half to death—and get off from it?”

She attempted to hold back a smile. “You’re hot as fuck when you submit like that, but next time, I’m going to be on my knees in front of you.”

The image in my head of the three of us connected in that way brought back what had landed us in Elijah’s dungeon to begin with.

“I lost my job because I refused to share you with my asshole ex-best friend.”

“ What ?” Dakota’s eyebrows furrowed.

“He wanted a threesome, and I said no.”

“My God, Jon— that’s why you feared giving into this pull toward Elijah?”

I nodded. “His lust for you dissolved my only friendship outside of what you and I have. My ability to provide for us was taken away because of it. I’d been manipulated and lost everything out of loyalty to you— not that I’m blaming you.

” I swallowed hard. “That asshole told me to make the decision for you, that you would do whatever I asked of you.”

I hadn’t wanted a threesome with him, but those final words in his pleading had haunted me. Still fucking did.

“That’s why I pushed you to decide for yourself, baby. Couldn’t bear the thought of forcing what my body desired with Elijah and find ourselves in even deeper shit than we already were.”

“We can still leave, Jon.”

I whipped my head up to find her eyes troubled. “Is that what you want?”

She shook her head without hesitation. “But if that’s what you need?—”

“No. This thing we have going on with Elijah makes me feel…whole. Complete. Remember how you said you thought something was missing back when that blond douche drew you away from me and I got all insecure and pissed off?”

Dakota cringed. “As if I could ever forget.”

“I finally understand. It was Elijah.”

Her eyes welled with tears as she stared up at me. “We’re staying.”

“Exploring this triad and hopefully strengthening whatever this is binding us together with him,” I tacked on.

“We have to tell Elijah. Right now.”

I understood her need for haste but glanced at the open doorway, the silence deafening. Unease itched my feet, but I didn’t want to ignore what he’d laid down as a clear command. “He told us to stay put.”

“Disobedience usually means punishment,” Dakota stated, her tone suggestive as fuck.

One of my eyebrows jacked up, and she bit her lower lip. “Do you want to see me strung up again, or are you just curious as hell what strange person managed to slip into our home undetected?”

“Think it’s Ashley? She’s his secretary, so surely she knows where he lives.”

“He said no one knows.”

Dakota chewed on the inside of her lip, and I brushed my thumb over the abused flesh.

“None of that.”

“Let’s go, Jon—I have this weird feeling growing in my stomach, and I don’t like it.”

Hurry .

Trusting her instincts and that goddamned voice in the back of my head, I grabbed my pants and quickly yanked them up over my junk before reaching for my wife’s hand.

As one, we chose to follow after Elijah, and with every step closer toward him, a sense of urgency moved my feet faster.