Page 23 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Touch me, Jon,” I whimpered my plea while yanking on his hair.
He worked his hand beneath the waistband of my leggings and groaned. “No panties.”
Freshly shaven, my body didn’t hinder his fingertips as they glided down over my pelvis. My swollen clit throbbed, and I gasped as he grazed over the nub. He thrust two fingers deep inside me, and I pressed against him with a desperate whimper. “More.”
Jon pulled his fingers out and plunged deep, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing.
That doom, that edge of euphoria crashed into me like a tidal wave, and I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. A deep moan rose, but Jon captured my mouth again, swallowing what was left of my release.
Feet shuffled up the stairs, and Jon slipped his soaked hand from my leggings. Panting and trembling, I held onto the island and slid onto a stool as Elijah’s large frame filled the doorway. He glanced at my heated face then at Jon, who smiled at me and sucked his fingers clean one by one.
Holy fuck.
I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.
Chapter 8
Elijah
The scent of Dakota’s release threatened to be my undoing. My mouth flooded with drool, and my inner beast roared, causing every muscle in my body to tense. I wanted to lay our female on the table, devour her pussy, lap up every trace of her cum that Jon had enticed from her body—because that was exactly what he’d done.
He sucked her essence off his fingers, teasing both halves of my being.
My dragon growled, and I struggled to contain the rumble in my chest rather than let the noise escape as it had earlier in the weight room. Jon had heard and seemed unsettled but had brushed off the sound without questioning it.
I glanced between my mates, want rivaling my sanity and my human side’s desire to keep them safe. Sexual tension radiated among the three of us regardless of our female’s orgasm. Sated seconds earlier, she still hungered for her husband. For me.
And Jon?
A tempting glint rested in his eyes as he turned his focus toward me, and his pinkie popped free of his mouth. He adjusted his bulge like a tease, begging to be tortured and sated.
Take.
Claim.
I breathed deeply, slowly leaking the exhale from my flared nostrils in attempts to calm my beast. My mates required true sustenance, not to be exhausted by my insatiable need to taste their flesh and feed them my cum.
And my human side desired emotional connection as much as my beast did the physical.
Dakota’s face remained bright pink as her focus flitted between her husband and me like a frightened hare ready to bolt.
“Would you help me with dinner?” I asked her, forcing a level tone and nonchalance to hopefully set her at ease.
“Yeah.” She cleared her throat and slid from the chair. “Sure.”
I tore my stare off her alluring curves I longed to have beneath my fingertips and focused on gathering what we would need to prepare our meal, the scent of her sex still thick in my nose. “How does homemade marinara and angel hair pasta sound?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at Jon, envious he’d had the pleasure of tasting her.
He leaned against the island, arms crossed and a sexy smirk dimpling his cheeks. “Anything from scratch sounds fucking heavenly to me after the shit we’ve been eating since climbing into these mountains.”
I grinned over his lack of refinement, enjoying the fact he came from a different era than I had gotten to experience while his age. His blatant honesty and adding curses to get his point across strengthened my desire to dip my tongue between his lips and lick.
Taste him.
A low hum of agreement escaped at my dragon’s suggestion, but I focused on the task at hand.
Dakota chopped an onion, and I preheated a sauté pan with olive oil before retrieving a pot to water to boil.
“Would you mind grabbing a bottle of red from the wine cellar?” I asked Jon, wanting Dakota all to myself for a few moments since I’d had her enticing husband alone for close to an hour.
