Page 24 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Sure,” he said, straightening from where he watched us work, his stare as potent as his musky scent in my nose.
“Downstairs, end of the hallway—another set of stairs and door on the right,” I told him.
“Got it.”
He stepped behind Dakota, pushed her pile of hair to the side and planted a kiss on her neck while smiling at me. “Be right back,” he murmured against her ear, causing a shudder to ripple through her.
His attempt at stating he was the sole mate of her tickled me and made my inner beast growl. Jon would learn. Eventually.
A small grin stretched my lips as the door shut behind him leaving me and my female without another’s presence for the first time.
“Sybil, music on,” I said, my smile widening as 2Cellos’s rendition of the Game of Thrones theme song began.
“Don’t you get lonely up here?” Dakota asked, her voice breathless and hasty as though she was uncomfortable without Jon’s presence. He wouldn’t be gone very long but hopefully just enough I could calm her spirit and make her receptive to the energy of my home and the blood calling to blood.
“A bit at times,” I admitted while pulling a few cans of organic diced tomatoes from the pantry. “I keep busy though.”
“With?”
“Work. Reading.”
“TV?”
I shrugged and set to opening the cans. “I’ll watch the news and weather on occasion, but find TV shows these days to be mostly nonsense.”
She nodded as though agreeing and pushed the diced onion off the cutting board into the frying pan. “Garlic?”
“There.” I pointed to the basket I’d gotten the onion from, and she moved across the kitchen on steadier legs as she grew a little more comfortable in my space.
Our space.
My insides purred at my dragon’s declaration. Everything around us, every part of me, belonged to Jon and Dakota, same as they did to me.
“Oh!”
I turned to find her smiling, her hazel eyes twinkling with happiness.
“This song is from Game of Thrones, isn’t it?” she questioned.
“It is,” I agreed, dipping my head.
“Jon loved that show.”
Cans of tomatoes opened and ready to go, I rifled through my spice drawer. “You’ve known him a long time.” I didn’t ask a question since their interactions a closeness most humans could only ever hope for.
“We met in seventh grade.” Her voice held a hint of sentimentality beneath the pure joy of having found what she’d probably thought as the one fate had intended for her.
Two.
The voice inside me stated yet another fact that made my soul soar. “And you’ve been together ever since?” I asked, unable to keep my eyes off her.
Cheeks tinged a deep pink once more, she nodded. “When I first saw Jon, I felt connected to him—like a sense of belonging, you know?”
She hadn’t really asked a question, but I nodded regardless.
“And the first time we talked to each other, I had this feeling that he was mine too.”
My heart ached with sudden desire to be seen by her in the same light. I swallowed, forcing another nod. How could I possibly put myself between them and intrude on the love they shared? Even though Jon didn’t seem the jealous sort, I feared heartache for one or both when the emotional barriers eventually came down between us.
