Page 7 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Elijah

B oth of my mates felt the pull between us, of that I had no doubt.

Dakota fought it, feared it and the fact it might hurt her husband.

Even though she and I hadn’t yet bonded with my beta as the bridge between us, I experienced a hint of the emotional undercurrents rushing through her heart and thoughts.

Desire, hesitancy, lust, fear, and a rightness she didn’t yet understand teased at my mind due to the connection already forging due to our close proximity.

I longed to cradle her in my arms, offer comfort as her alpha ought to.

But one fingertip on her sweet flesh would snap my slight hold on the beast prowling and gnashing its teeth beneath my skin.

Jon recognized the attraction among all three of us and didn’t seem to be bothered by his wife wanting me. If I had to guess, the discomfort shifting his gaze from me countless times since our meeting at their camp would be over the fact he found himself attracted to a man.

Mine.

I stared at the closed door to the guest room while silently agreeing with my dragon.

My darker side lusted to show Jon who the alpha would be between us. I wanted to chain him to the ceiling, make him shudder from the bite of pain. Teasing touches and fulfillment denied until he begged me to take him, mark him.

Own him.

My cock swelled inside my jeans, and I leaned my forehead on the door, eyes closed, nostrils flaring as I searched the air for hints of their combined scent I’d tasted on the breeze what felt like years ago rather than days.

Fate had never been so kind. I deserved the possible future she dangled in front of me for all the pain she’d inflicted over the centuries, but would she allow my mates to accept me? Love me as in addition to the connection they already shared?

A lust-filled moan filtered through the door, causing my heart to still for a harsh second before jumpstarting once more.

Dakota.

Yessss .

Want .

I strained to listen, almost sick with the desire to share her with my beta.

My stomach cramped, and my fingers flexed and relaxed with the need to enter their room, to touch and taste them both, filling my senses with everything they were until fire and blood bound us together in an unbreakable bond meant from the beginning of time.

Their nearness comforted me, almost as if a part of myself bloomed back to life I hadn’t realized lay dormant. The thought of them writhing together flooded me with a contentment I’d never felt.

The memories also heightened my need for release.

If their frantic coupling beyond the bedroom door was any indication, they must have been similarly affected by my scent and presence. Within my home, their heightened need for sexual fulfillment—for me —would only intensify.

Feed them.

“I’ll do no such thing,” I muttered harshly since I wanted more than just their sexual submission.

I needed all of them. Their insecurities.

Every sigh and tear. I longed to hear their thoughts throughout each day gifted to us.

They had to recognize the connection among us without manipulation and accept their fated roles so we could be properly bonded to share everything I hoped for as my parents had.

Jon’s groan caused my ball sac to tighten up against my body, and I sucked in my lower lip to keep my echoed moan contained.

Their combined grunts and gasps heated my ears and blood to the point I feared my scales and talons would erupt from my human skin.

I squeezed my hard length through my jeans, my free hand flat against the door by my head.

“Oh, yes.” Dakota’s murmur nearly made my knees buckle.

“You like my cock deep inside you.” Jon growled the declaration.

“Yes!” Dakota gasped. “Harder…fuck me hard, Jon, please! Deeper. God, just like that.”

Her pleadings rang in my ears, the slap of their skin coming together tensing my body to the point of pain.

“Tell me you want me,” Jon demanded. “Need me.”

“Always!” Another gasp and Dakota cried out his name, hers falling loudly from Jon’s lips mere seconds later as I fought to fill my heaving lungs.

The tips of my claws slid from my fingertips, ready to shred the wooden panel separating me from my mates.

Claim.

Own!

Trembling and half-mad with lust, I tore myself away, intent on my room and relief for both me and my inner beast.

I lusted for Dakota’s soft sweetness between Jon and I as we both fucked into her, stuffing her full of our seed.

Breeding her and creating life. I craved my mouth on her body and Jon’s on mine.

I yearned for us to be so damn intertwined we couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, our heartbeats and minds synchronized in beautiful harmony.

My bedroom door hadn’t yet clicked shut behind me, and I tore at my jeans, shredding them until they fell from my body.

I palmed my aching shaft, silken heat over rigid steel.

My slit oozed pre-cum in a steady stream, natural lubricant meant for me to take both mates without pain or difficulty.

The moisture also contained a substance that would turn my mates into hungry sex slaves should they ingest a steady diet of it.

Yessss .

“No.”

Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes and imagined myself with Jon and Dakota, loving them, claiming them in the only way I wanted to. With binding words and fire they willingly submitted to without fear or question over being tied to me until we breathed our last.

Cum abruptly shot into my fist, my teeth drawing blood from my lower lip to keep my beast’s roar contained.

Lust sated for the time being, I changed into comfortable lounge pants and a T-shirt. I went to the kitchen to prepare the promised coffee. Dakota hadn’t asked for anything, but she seemed more the hot tea type. I suspected green with honey and lemon.

“Sybil,” I addressed my home automation system I’d designed, “music on, living area only.” I placed the teapot on the stove to heat, and my heartbeat accelerated. The house’s system picked up where it’d left off, Barber’s “Adagio” caressing my ears.

Loneliness didn’t echo in my mind, nor did heartache knife at my chest as it usually would with another haunting melody that reminded me of the past. Hurt over my ex-lover, Dolyn, and his abandoning me for good had eased somewhat in the face of having found the two fate intended for me. I would take the reprieve gladly.

I glanced around my cavern Dolyn and I had shared that would now hopefully become home to my intended mates.

The sunken living room sat inviting with its leather, half-circle sectional, but rain slashed at the wall of windows beyond.

Coffee percolating and tea steeping, I attempted to lock away reminders of my ex at every turn and decided to ensure my humans remained comfortable.

Not yet feeling their presence drawing near, I shot fire from my lips onto the tinder and kindling in the fireplace. Minutes later, cheery flames flickered light and warmth against the storm outside.

I’d had the entire cave—upper floors and all the ones below the living space—upgraded with the latest technology.

Although an eighty-inch screen hung above the granite mantle, I rarely indulged in mindless entertainment.

I preferred spending my time nose-deep in a book, learning of different cultures, their beginnings, and the tales and lore of creatures no one alive had ever seen.

Hardly any of the earth’s original beings remained, and although ancient blood still sneaked its way into man’s DNA, I expected—or had, rather—that extinction lay in the dragon shifters’ future.

Jon and Dakota...

Mine.

Need.

“I know,” I whispered in attempts to soothe my impatient beast. “Remember our alpha father told us free will is key to a lasting bond?”

A grumbling rumbled beneath my breastbone.

Breed.

“Yes, one day we three will bring another life into being,” I promised with a soothing tone even though I needed the assurance as much as my beast did.

While pleasure for both Jon and me, I wondered at Dakota having two mates inside her at once, flooding her with our cum.

Filling her womb with our young. The size of me alone stretched every woman I’d allowed myself over the centuries, and I couldn’t imagine an almost fully human woman taking two at the same time.

I feared pain for my gentle female and promptly turned my thoughts into more pressing matters: that of making friends and creating a natural bond among us that would lead to what I longed for.

Both required Jon and Dakota nearby for more than a few hours, and merely waiting out a storm wouldn’t offer the proper amount of time.

Surely I could find a way?—

My inner beast purred at the sound of shuffling feet at the top of the stairs as I scented their nearness. Both blonde heads appeared tousled and wet from showering, and their blue and hazel-green eyes turned my direction, not exactly unsure but curious at least.

Had they spoken to each other about the insistent draw among us?

They came down the stairs, hands clasped together as though of one heart, spirit, and mind.

Patches of scruff still lined Jon’s jawline, but a young innocence clung to his slashed eyebrows, perfectly bowed lips, and the flash of dimples I’d seen back at their camp.

The spattering of freckles across his nose solidified the thought of purity in my head.

Skin kissed by the sun, his hair a myriad of golden and light brown hung unbound almost to his shoulders.

Much paler, Dakota’s face had been reddened from the wind and sun, her hair a lighter blonde, and she was no less innocent-seeming in her wide eyes and parted lips.