Page 14 of Drawn By Dragonblood
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.
