Page 55 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

A Handful of Bliss-filled Weeks Later…

I sniffed the wine Jon had poured into my glass, my gaze glued to his naked ass as he bent to set the bottle on the coffee table.

Earlier that afternoon, I’d had him shackled to the cross with cane slashes lining his backside and Dakota tied to a bench, a vibrator bound against her clit and chained to the clamps biting her nipples.

The marks on Jon had faded as they always did, but the lust inside them hadn’t. They had both pleaded with me to let them come. Begged for relief.

I’d denied them, removing the vibrator from between Dakota’s legs before her body could take over her mind.

Such sweet submissives, my mates, always aiming to please me and do as I said even when it brought the most glorious pain from being edged for hours.

I’d promised to satisfy them—but in my time, after finding my own climax across Dakota’s breasts. I’d unstrapped Jon to watch him crawl to her, his tongue lapping at my cum and sharing it with her, their mouths greedy for the life-giving nourishment.

The memory of their moans, the wet sounds of her sucking my cum from his tongue, sent a fresh rush of need through me.

We were insatiable for one another and had experimented in the dungeon and the bedroom, learning delicious means of pleasuring one another.

Twice since our bonding, I’d felt Jon’s desire to mate in the same way, and I’d gladly given him his wish to be the bridge between his alpha and female.

Dakota’s inner desire, one she hadn’t yet voiced aloud, swelled me to the point of pain every time I considered what she longed for, what my beast often pushed for without words our mates would hear.

She snuggled against me, naked as always inside our lair, her sweetness tickling my nose as Jon settled on her other side, his gaze dropping to my swollen dick.

Clothing rarely remained on our bodies outside of work or when hiking through the cool fall air that invigorated our lungs and limbs. Unhindered access seemed to please us just fine when hidden away from the rest of the world.

I sipped my wine, waiting for my beta to voice the question in his head. While I was their alpha, the one they’d both submitted themselves to, I still refused to manipulate.

My inner beast submitted but growled his displeasure over my continued mindset. I watched my beta’s gaze roam over both my and Dakota’s bare flesh. Heat always rested in the deepest parts of me, but Jon’s hunger never ceased to kindle ember to flame.

He trailed his fingertips up Dakota’s thigh, stopping just short of the apex of her thighs before sliding them back to her knee. “What are you thinking about, baby?”

On a sigh, she spread her legs slightly.

Jon glanced at my face, but he didn’t move his hand upward.

I nodded and hummed my appreciation at the hint of a purr coming through my bond with him. While both Jon and Dakota heard whispers of their inner beasts, neither could yet fully converse with them or had experienced the flexing of muscle and bone to take on their true forms.

Perhaps one day.

A shudder rippled over our female as Jon slid his fingers deep into her core at my approval.

Denied for hours on end, I knew her climax lay a breath away.

“What do you desire?” I murmured against her hair since she hadn’t answered Jon.

“I—I want you to breed me.”

Yessss .

I groaned over what my inner beast had been desperate to do from the moment of our bonding, what I’d prohibited him from speaking the afternoon I’d shown them my true form for the first time.

The mere thought of both Jon and I filling our female together caused slickness to ooze from my slit.

Setting my wine aside, I considered the pain—the assurance of life from taking our female in such a way while she was fertile.

And I could scent the ripeness of her womb and the egg lying in wait.

On our trip to New York the week before, Dakota had visited her doctor to have the IUD removed. The decision had been hers alone even though our connection allowed her to feel both my and Jon’s beast’s desire to procreate as well.

They hadn’t been able to become pregnant in all their years of trying, and I had assured them that it took three with dragonblood to produce offspring, same as they’d both heard that day on the veranda.

Their relief, Jon’s especially, had made me want to breed her immediately, but I held onto patience for Dakota to make the decision for herself.

Her body, her choice.

But fear tingled in the base of my spine?—

“You won’t hurt me,” she said, tilting her head back, pleading with her eyes. “Please.”

I caught Jon’s gaze, and the trust and devotion in his stare tightened my chest.

“We’ll go slow,” I said, returning my attention to Dakota, my heart full to overflowing with love for them both.

“And if it becomes too much,” Jon tacked on, “you gotta let us know, baby.”

“I will,” she whispered while flashing a radiant smile up at me then our beta.

Breed .

I chuckled at my inner beast’s vocal demand I allowed him to voice so both Jon and Dakota would hear through our bond, I stood and swept her into my arms.

“Your dragon is a bossy fucker,” Jon said even though his desire to do the same came through loud and clear through the energy connecting us.

I’d done nothing but dominate when mating with my lovers as said fucker ordered over and again, but it was time to show Jon that I belonged to him just as much he did to me.

Creating life together would be the second most important act outside bonding the three of us could take part in.

And in this, I would submit myself to him.

Lying on our bed, I shifted Dakota atop me where I wanted her. “Give me your mouth, mon coeur ,” I murmured, my grip on her hips keeping her from backing herself onto my hard cock.

“Elijah,” she whispered before lowering her soft chest to mine and flicking her tongue over my lip. A few languid licks, gentle nips, and I ended our kiss, holding her gaze as my taint pulsed a stream of pre-cum over my rigid shaft.

“Jon,” I beckoned, allowing the bond to speak the rest of the words in my head directly to his mind.

“Fuck yeah,” he muttered, climbing onto the mattress and straddling my thighs. He grasped the base of my cock and pulled on Dakota’s hip from atop my hand, shifting her backward. “Fill her up with that thick dick. Soak her insides so she’s nice and slick for us.”

My dragon growled at being told what to do even though Jon’s demand was exactly what he lusted for.

Jon guided my cockhead into our female’s already wet heat and pulled her firmly onto my shaft until I buried against her cervix.

I fought to hold still and groaned as another pulse through my groin flooded her insides, readying the way for us to breed her properly.

“Oh my God,” she breathed as my pre-cum oozed from her hole to drip off my tight sac. Her attempt to wiggle and grind her clit on my pelvis ended at a slap of Jon’s palm on her backside.

“Wait.”

She hmphed and pouted.

Snickering, I lifted my head to lick over her lower lip. “So impatient.”

“You know how long I’ve been fantasizing about this?”

“Too long,” I answered since nothing she thought on could be hidden from me or our beta.

“Hurry, Jon,” she demanded, and I grasped her hips once more to make her obey. “I can feel how badly your balls are throbbing to bury inside me—oh fuck.” She whimpered and went boneless at Jon’s finger probing her entrance.

I hissed through clenched teeth as he slithered his index finger along the back of my length inside her body.

“Mmm, so tight,” he murmured, shifting closer. “Goddamn soaked, baby. Fuck yeah. Gonna feel so good shoving my dick up inside you with this thick cock.”

Dakota moaned, arching as he pushed in a second, stroking along my throbbing shaft.

Breed!

Jon chuckled, his pupils blown wide so that only a ring of blue remained as he stared down at me. “Patience, mate. We need to make sure she’s ready for us.”

I hissed at him along with my dragon but didn’t argue.

“I’m good.” Dakota hastened to assure us on a gasp.

Please , three beast-like voices echoed through our bond.

Jon slid his fingers free from her body and shifted closer on his knees.

“Slow,” he said as though commanding the six halves of us about to become one.

“Easy.” He rubbed the slickened crown of his cock over my balls to gather my pre-cum, and I growled.

His lopsided smirk popped his dimples free, and I shuddered at the swell of emotion in my chest. “Love you too, sexy beast,” he said with a wink and pressed forward.

Our female’s body gave way, allowing his tip to slip inside. A guttural moan sounded as she pushed up onto her elbows and arched deeply.

“ Mon coeur ?” I cradled her face in my hands, her panted exhales hot on my wrists.

“I—I’m find…don’t stop, Jon.”

He pressed in deeper, stretching her around our combined girths.

She moaned her discomfort I could feel burning through my own groin. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she said, her voice determined, “or I’ll be the one wielding that damn cane next time he chains you to the cross, Jon Ebel, swear to fucking God.”

A shot of lust from my beta accompanied my chuckle.

One day soon, I would sit on the sidelines and enjoy watching our fierce female dominate our beta.

“Jesus,” Jon hissed, sinking in halfway until another hint of stinging zapped through my veins.

Silence hovered as though all three voices and those of our beasts were at a loss of words. Time stood still as pain gave way to pleasure and we hovered on the edge.

“At your leisure, my love,” I murmured, holding Jon’s gaze.

With a groan, he breached her entirely, his dick sliding alongside mine, filling her completely.

“Oh, God. Oh, God !” Dakota tensed and shuddered, panting between us.

I released my hold on her face and caressed my hands along her sides, tremors in her body causing the skin beneath my palms to shiver.

Thrust.

Fuck.

Own!

I clenched my jaw.