Page 49 of Drawn By Dragonblood
I wanted to tell him to stop but still couldn’t find my voice.
“Yes.” She flicked her tongue out and licked some of the thick fluid from his finger.
Another cackle lit inside me.
Jon shoved the digit into his mouth and swallowed what remained.
Feed.
More.
“Fuck.” Jon’s brow furrowed as he blinked at his finger. “I can taste…goddamn. I thought you said cum was salty and gross, baby.”
“His is...”
“Sweet,” they both stated together.
Their alpha’s seed would be ambrosia on their tongue, and even though I’d studied biology for close to a century, I couldn’t begin to explain why they would hunger for what would bind their minds to mine and prolong their life.
Command to eat.
The damned beast didn’t have control over my vocal cords other than shutting them down.
My mates hadn’t ingested much, but I didn’t know the effects even a simple sample would have on their mostly human blood.
“Fuck.” Jon huffed and pulled up his shorts rather than falling to his knees and licking his wife clean like I’d expected. “I just tasted a dude’s cum.”
“It was hot.” Dakota breathed as though still in need of dick as Jon would say, but a rush of air deflated my lungs at their lack of falling to consume more as I’d feared.
The small bit they’d consumed hadn’t been enough to cause addiction or take away their consent.
My inner dragon muttered his disappointment and seemed to slink into the background, giving my voice back to me.
I reached for our female, but Jon beat me to it, pulling her up into his arms.
She clung to him, flushed face pressed against his neck where I couldn’t see her eyes and assure myself she didn’t regret what we’d done.
“We need to clean you up.” Jon carried her toward the stairs, and I followed on weak legs even though no verbal invite had been voiced.
I’d finally gotten my hands on our female, her flesh soft and delicious on my tongue. She was sweeter than all of earth’s natural sugars meant to assist in sustaining life.
I craved more of her, an addict clear through every cell in my body.
But would I be gifted the opportunity to gorge myself on her arousal again? Was getting my hands on my beta a possibility as well?
My inner beast rested quiet, seemingly drunk on our female’s release they’d both allowed me to taste.
“Let me get that for you,” I said, sliding past them as we neared the guest room they’d occupied. I pushed their door inward and moved across the room to open the bathroom’s as well.
Their scent had infiltrated the area, and I wanted to roll all over their sheets and add my essence to theirs.
I forced my steps toward the bathroom where I turned on the shower.
Jon set Dakota on her feet by the time I turned around.
Longing to care for them both ached through my chest, but for the first time in my life, I faltered, unsure of what to say or do.
Jon shucked his shorts and picked Dakota back up, smearing our cum across his chest. “Damn, it does tingle.” A hint of awe lit his words as he glanced at me.
