Page 15 of Drawn By Dragonblood
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.
What I had witnessed the night before and heard less than an hour earlier promised my mates were hardly innocent, but their fresh faces roused both me and my beast in a way I fought hard to keep contained. He thrashed at the hold I had on him, desperate to burrow deep inside both of our mates. Mark and claim so they could never leave us.
My lungs constricted, and I tore my gaze from their entwined fingers to move back into the kitchen.
“Make yourselves at home,” I managed a calm tone once they reached the landing.
I busied myself with making their hot drinks as they moved behind me, settling onto the couch in a whisper of rumpled, comfortable-appearing clothing I’d rather have stripped off their bodies.
Once I had full control over my hungry beast, I gathered the drink tray in hand and turned.
