Page 38 of Drawn By Dragonblood
It smelled like him. Fire and brimstone, cinnamon and…something flooded my lungs and mind. Where did the moisture coating my pussy come from? Constantly aroused since having first met Elijah, my body seemed to have an endless supply of wetness. All the sex Jon and I’d had and I could walk with no problem. There was no twinge of discomfort between my thighs—unless one counted the sudden need making my pussy throb.
A few minutes later, panty-less and warmed through, I rounded the still-askew couch. Jon’s gaze landed on the shirt, but he didn’t say a word as I curled up on his lap. “I didn’t have any clean clothes,” I explained while pressing against his hard, warm front.
He scooted down a bit, wrapped his arms around me, and buried his face in my chest. “Christ, do you smell good,” he said, his voice muffled against Elijah’s shirt and my left breast.
His cock swelled against my leg as he continued to breathe deeply, nuzzling my tight nipple.
I certainly wasn’t the only insatiable being in the cavern, but was it possible Elijah affected Jon in the same way he did me? The fanciful idea magic actually coated Elijah’s home only made me wetter, and I rubbed myself against Jon, seeking friction for my needy clit.
He growled, his teeth nipping at me, his hands yanking up the edge of Elijah’s shirt to access my pussy. “Christ, you’re soaked already.”
I whimpered as he shoved two fingers inside me.
“I want you again,” he growled around a mouthful of my nipple and fabric.
“I can tell...” I’d meant to let out my giggle at his drive when we’d finished fucking not an hour earlier, but he clamped his teeth over my nipple, ending all thoughts on a deep moan. “More,” I whimpered, yanking on his unbound hair. “Harder.”
He obliged, stroking my aching bundle of nerves with his thumb while finger fucking me. “You like that, baby?” he asked between nips, and catching my lower lip between my teeth, I jerked my head in a sharp nod.
“Hmm.” He backed off, his gaze searing my face. “Maybe we ought to get you some nipple clamps.”
Another rush of arousal coated the fingers he still worked inside me.
“My baby likes that idea.”
“I’m game—” I gasped as he pulled his fingers from my pussy and pinched my clit, “—if you are.”
“You know I’d do anything for you,” he whispered, settling between my thighs.
“Fuck me.”
He claimed my mouth and body with one thrust, giving me exactly what I’d asked for.
Chapter 14
Jonathan
For three days, all we did was eat, sleep, drink wine and beer, and give each other orgasms. I did leave Dakota alone long enough that she had time to click off a hundred pictures or so of Elijah’s home and the mountain views from the veranda. We ran low on fresh produce—not that I gave a shit—and even Dakota didn’t want to leave our hideaway to replenish Elijah’s stock since he’d said he would bring some when he returned. We fucked like a couple of horny teenagers, and I took every hole she offered, but Christ, I felt like something was missing. There was a shit ton of unspoken things between my wife and me, thoughts and feelings I still couldn’t quite get a grasp on in order to name even if I’d been able to. I secretly appreciated I couldn’t speak since doing so would make Dakota think she wasn’t enough for me, and she always had been and would be.
Even though a sense of being unfulfilled haunted me, living in Elijah’s house was like finding Elysium. A wine cellar disappeared into darkness, countless cases of beer on hand, free food when groceries were expensive as shit, the most gorgeous woman on earth, and Elijah’s scent everywhere.
I caught Dakota sniffing his shirts, which was on a daily basis because that was all she’d been wearing since the man had left us to our own devices. Something about the thread count, she’d said. Whatever. She looked sexy as hell and smelled even better with his scent on her.
The fuck is wrong with me?
Scrubbing a hand down my face over the question ringing between my ears since first meeting Elijah, I stared unseeing at the TV. Dakota started cleaning up the dinner dishes behind me. She’d insisted on doing the job herself, and I’d given her what she wanted— same as always—even agreeing to go naked while Elijah was away, but that wasn’t a hard choice.
Nothing better than living life the same way you came into the world. But what I really needed?—
I bit back my groan at the warring thoughts in my brain, tearing me apart. I lusted for Elijah with a yearning so damn harsh my entire body ached. Couldn’t stop thinking about him, even while making love to my wife. Guilt ate at me like a medieval fucking plague to the point I checked my torso on occasion for blistering evidence of some sort of disease.
My feet itched with the need to move, and like that magnetic pull from Elijah drawing me to him, the urge to go downstairs propelled me off the couch. I didn’t evaluate the why, just went with my instincts.
Using the excuse of retrieving a couple bottles of wine for the evening, I made my way through the dim corridors and into the cellar, doing exactly as I’d said. But I set the bottles of red on the floor outside the door and made my way deeper into the caverns rather than returning upstairs. Lights brightened and dimmed behind me, and with every step, I knew I needed to find whatever it was that slowly heightened my heartbeat and drew me forward.
I approached the end of the final hallway that ended at the garage door. Two wooden doors flanked me, both with keypads which Elijah had ignored when giving us the tour of the main caverns and rooms beneath the living area. The door on the left didn’t open when I turned the doorknob beneath the keypad. The one on the right didn’t either, but I couldn’t release my grip from the handle.
Yes.
