Page 56 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Complete vulnerability. Desire. Grief.
He gifted me a glimpse into a soul tortured by shit I couldn’t begin to imagine, but contentment and thankfulness oozed from his eyes as well. My sense of satisfaction over my role in helping him and my wife find theirs intensified.
I’d given him that when I had a feeling he could have pushed for shared release without a fight from either of us. Hell, he could have commanded it, and Dakota and I would have given until we bled dry, no fucking doubt.
Another shiver of unease tingled my spine, but rather than be truthful of my feelings, I flashed my dimples at him.
“You’re welcome,” I stated with a wink and enough snark one of his eyebrows raised. A shudder ripped through me, making my cock twitch with interest.
Elijah shot out his hand and grasped my neck, his palm hot and branding. I stilled, breath held, the moment intense as fuck, energy rippling between us like tinder smoldering, ready to ignite with a flash. He didn’t speak a word, but promise rested in his stare. For what, I wasn’t sure, but fuck, did I lust to find out.
Later. After my wife rested.
Somehow, I managed to deny his dominant hold on my soul, tearing my focus off his searching gaze, that sense he peered straight into my head and knew every thought brewing there.
“Come on.” I pushed up to my feet, refusing to give him my eyes again like that newly awoken submissive part of me desired to. “You can carry her upstairs since your tree trunk thighs can’t be goddamned Jell-O like mine, and she’s complete toast.”
He actually chuckled, and I led the way, feeling like the fucking king of Elijah’s cave-like castle.
Elijah laid Dakota on our bed and stepped back while watching her curl on her side, eyes still closed, a smile on her lips. Emotion warred on his face as he looked down at her.
Had he fallen under her spell already? Gifted her his heart on a platter? Fuck knew that was easy as shit to do, since she was so goddamn perfect.
A heavy sigh sank his chest in as though resigned, a battle inside having been won.
He turned away without a word when I’d expected him to ask if he could stay.
Or demanded it.
I opened my mouth to call him back but hesitated from inviting him into our bed. Allowing Elijah to become a part of our lives outside of fucking, for however long, would be hinting at wanting something long-term. Definitely messing with fire.
I locked the door behind Elijah and slid under the covers to spoon Dakota’s backside.
“He’s gone?” she whispered.
“Yes.” I kissed her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her.
“I-I wasn’t sure what to say or do afterward and felt…I don’t know.”
I nuzzled my face against her hair, relieved the bind on my tongue had faded. “Do you regret what we did?”
“No.” She didn’t hesitate to answer, thank fuck. Another sigh rippled over her, and she settled in my hold. “Want to do it again.”
“Same,” I murmured against her hair, every cell in my body agreeing.
So many damn emotions and thoughts flooded through me, and even though I felt sure I could finally find the words we needed to share, I didn’t have the balls or energy to further discuss what had taken place on Elijah’s couch. Pretending it hadn’t happened wouldn’t work—I definitely still wanted Elijah’s hands and mouth on me. Initiating anything further wouldn’t be the best way to?—
Ah, fuck.
—start my new job.
I slammed my eyelids shut at the thought that should have been forefront in my mind before making a decision to fuck around with Elijah.
I’d let my soon-to-be boss taste my wife. Possibly lose his heart to hers. At the least, his body already craved his newest addiction.
Goddamn it all to hell.
I’d been offered the opportunity to make money to support the love of my life again.
