Page 53 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Jonathan

“ T his is your place, my beta.” Elijah’s declaration throbbed my dick inside my wife. “I want no other between me and our female.”

Wrong fucking time for my throat to go tight, but I couldn’t help the emotions his words roused in my chest.

I’d always wanted a man in my life. Didn’t have a father and certainly didn’t want a daddy in the kinky sense, but I’d always hoped for a best friend who would have my back with loyalty like Dakota’s.

Someone to stand beside me. Encourage me.

Recognize me for who I was and remind me I had worth regardless of my shortcomings.

I didn’t have to be everything. It was okay to not be enough?—

“Even if our female didn’t exist, I would still need you, mon coeur .”

I shuddered, a strangled curse ripping from my lips. He buried inside my body as though making himself at home deep in my guts.

“We three make a whole,” he continued, working his cock in and out of my throbbing hole.

Truer words had never been spoken because fuck my insecurities up until that point. Elijah and Dakota were the other parts of my soul, the pieces created to make me feel complete.

Elijah ran his hands up along my spine to clasp my shoulders.

My ass fucking burned even though he had stretched me to the max while down in the dungeon. “Jesus—fucking hell.” I groaned, attempting to arch my back so he could bury even deeper.

Dakota clenched around my dick, and I cursed again. “Please,” she whispered, tugging on my heartstrings, my desire to fulfill her every wish.

“Fuck me, Elijah.” I groaned as he gyrated his hips, grinding his dick into my ass. “Make us yours.”

A low growl rose from behind me, his shaft bucking inside me.

“God, yes,” I groaned in response to what could only be his dragon purring its pleasure.

Elijah pulled out, the tip of his flared head still embedded inside my body. Copious amounts of his sweet pre-cum leaked around his girth and over my taint. “So slick and warm,” he murmured in his low bass, sending a ripple of goose bumps along my arms.

My wife’s sweet exhales bathed my lips, and I licked into her mouth as she wound her arms around me.

“Fucking love you baby,” I murmured before sucking on her tongue.

Elijah shoved in with a harsh thrust, ramming me into Dakota’s tight pussy.

A grunt ripped from my lungs.

“Oh God,” Dakota whimpered, clutching at me tighter. “More.”

Like a bridge, Elijah had said I would be. He used me to fuck Dakota, setting a slow yet relentless pace in wrecking me.

My balls ached like a motherfucker. Firmed against my groin and dripping Elijah’s arousal, they brushed against the wetness leaking from Dakota’s core with every combined thrust of Elijah’s and my hips.

I’d never felt such perfection, such sheer fucking bliss-like torture in my life.

His cock alone stroking along my prostate was delicious as fuck, but combined with Dakota’s soaked pussy clenching around my dick?

God damn .

I groaned and lowered onto her fully, my arms useless. Face buried in her neck, I clung to her as Elijah and I moved in steady, perfected rhythm. I needed more, to fucking blow the load brewing in my balls.

“Harder,” I said, remembering the strength of his thrusts, the pain/pleasure of him shoving deep inside me less than an hour earlier.

We picked up the pace in retreating, but it was all Elijah’s thrusting that buried me against Dakota’s womb.

She grasped at my shoulders, her gasps and moans pushing me closer to the damn edge of something in the horizon of my mind.

My soul longed to reach for it, to be swept up into whatever it was that simmered between us.

Elijah swore, plowing into my ass, banging the headboard of his bed against the wall.

Dakota gasped beneath me, and I grazed my teeth along the tender skin of her neck, the desire to bite her swelling, flooding my mouth with drool.

“Please, Elijah,” she whimpered, wiggling and scratching the fuck out of my shoulder blades.

He lay over me, the heat of his chest searing my back, and Dakota released her hold on me to clutch at him if his hiss was any indication of her nails digging in. Another thrust made the bed thump, and she lifted her head, their mouths coming together in a rush inches from my face.

“Aw, fuck.” I groaned and tried to move between them, but he held me pinned.

Impaled and full to overflowing in every way.

I wanted in on that kiss though, determined to get my share.

My neck ached, but I twisted my head to reach them just right, bringing all three of our tongues together in a messy, wet tangle of flesh.

Sweat slickened our bodies, the heat on the verge of combustion into flames. The scent of brimstone and sex filled my nose, the softness of my wife cradling my front, the hard muscle pressing along my back.

“My loves—my life.”

Elijah and his fucking declaration made my eyes sting, the harsh thrusts of his hips slamming the air from my lungs.

“Ah, fucking—Jesus—Christ—Elijah. Fuck!” His pistoning ripped curses from my lips, and I went boneless between my lovers, submitting my body to his actions, his desires.

“ Yessss ,” his otherworldly growl in my ear made my spine tingle. “ Mine. Ours. ”

Dakota cried out, her pussy clamping down on my dick like a goddamn fist. Without a single flick to her clit, she came around my cock, pulsing and milking.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck.” I panted with Elijah’s thrusts, stars lighting up behind my eyelids. Groaning, I buried my face in Dakota’s neck.

My taint spasmed, and cum rushed up through my shaft, spurting inside her.

Elijah roared, his cock bucking inside my ass—a flood of heat filled my insides, and I swore to fucking Christ his cum shot through my dick into my wife.

Motherfucking...

Dakota’s pussy pulled along my dick with a sucking motion as though desperate to drain us both dry.

I wasn’t deep enough. Needed more.

“Elijah,” I groaned at the prolonged climax, every spurt from my balls against my wife’s womb like a wrecking ball to my soul.

That goddamn growl rose again as he nosed along my neck.

I tipped my head, my own lips sliding along Dakota’s sweet flesh.

Bite .

I obeyed the command, not sure where the fuck it came from—my own goddamned head or Elijah’s lips where my neck and shoulder met.

Dakota gasped as I sank my teeth into her, the slight coppery tang of blood hitting my taste buds?—

A sharp sting from Elijah’s mouth ripped all thought from my head, causing another pulse of cum to shoot from my balls.

Heat rushed through me like a wave, searing my body. Awareness of my lovers’ emotions, the overwhelming euphoric release from both of them, flooded through me as though I’d become a conductor between their bodies.

A gleeful hiss radiated through my head as what seemed like a handful of voices whimpered in my ears.

I could feel both of my lovers in the deepest parts of my soul and hints of shadows beyond the physical. My blood lay rich and thick on Elijah’s tongue. Dakota’s limbs tingled with mine as her climax ebbed away, leaving only elation in its wake.

Breathless, I licked at the wound I’d made in my wife’s neck as my dick finally shot its last bit of cum inside her.

Elijah shuddered, suckling on my skin, his tongue soothing until the burn beneath his mouth dissipated.

I’d found heaven, beyond any Elysium every fucking religion promised in the arms of my two lovers, my mates.

Yes .

I agreed with the voice inside my head even though I wasn’t sure whose it was. We’d found our place—our home.