Page 16 of Drawn By Dragonblood
The unique blend of their scents wafted past my nose. Dakota’s sweetness settled over me like refreshing morning dew on grass, and Jon’s more earthy musk reminded me of a brisk, fall day I enjoyed more than any other season. A perfect blend, delicious and groin-tightening.
Saliva pooled in my mouth at the thought of having their taste on my tongue, their warm skin beneath my fingertips. Sitting with them would prove an even greater temptation than outside where my home’s energy wouldn’t affect all three of us.
But I would bear the pain of shackling my beast for the sake of my future—or theirs.
Mine.
I wasn’t sure what my dragon specifically referred to that time and chose to ignore his grumbling.
“Coffee,” I said, handing Jon’s mug to him.
Sitting before me, his bright blue eyes gazing upward into mine brought on images of him on his knees, submitting to me. Hands resting on his thighs, mouth opening, and tongue waiting to be fed.
Yessss.
I bit my lower lip to steady myself against the darkness prowling beneath my skin.
“Thank you.” Jon’s fingers brushed against mine, and that same electrical current I’d felt when shaking his hand earlier in the day at their camp sent a rush of blood straight to my groin.
I tore myself away from the tether hooking my libido to find his beautiful wife curled on the cushion beside him, legs tucked beneath her lush body.
“You seem more of a green tea type than coffee,” I said, my voice lowered due to the strain from keeping my inner beast hidden and groin from fully rousing in a display of my rekindled need.
“How did you know?” Her dazzling smile was like the sunrise on my face.
Touch. Please.
Breath held, I offered our female the mug in a way that required contact between our flesh.
Her fingertips grazed over my knuckles.
The dragon inside melted rather than bursting free, and I released a rushed exhale, half-giddy over the fact she would rule my feral beast with such ease.
Dakota stared up at me, eyes wide, lips parted from a quiet gasp. The pulse thrummed in her neck, and her nipples hardened beneath the oversized shirt she had donned after her shower.
I wanted both of our mates on their knees before me, gazing up at me with the world in their eyes.
But only because they chose to, not because they’d been coerced.
Moving away from them felt like muscle ripping from bone, ten times more painful than shifting into my true form.
Jon and Dakota kept their attention on me rather than the mugs in their hands as I sat on the other end of the sectional, angled to face them. Their gazes dropped to the semi-aroused bulge in my pants I wouldn’t be able to hide even if I’d wanted to.
They both swallowed as though their mouths filled with saliva at the sight.
Feed, my dragon purred his suggestion followed by a slight chuckle. They hunger.
I ignored him. “Does the classical music bother you?” I asked, drawing my mates’ attention to my face.
Dakota’s tongue flicked over her lower lip before answering, her gaze once more troubled. “I like it, but it’s not Jon’s favorite.”
“Yeah,” Jon said, lifting his mug to his lips, “but I can deal.” He sipped, and I stared at his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.
Lust for him burned like hot coals, but my desire for learning about them was just as bright. I wanted to inquire after their pasts, their families, and home, but I got the sense Jon would better appreciate knowing about me before I pried into their lives.
“Would you like to hear the tale about this cavern and the creatures who crafted it into a home?” I asked.
“Creatures?” Jon echoed with a huff of laughter. “Go ahead and make my wife’s day. Fill her mind fuller than it already is with fantasies about mythical beings that exist for our pleasure.”
