Page 66 of Drawn By Dragonblood
He longed to give up control—stood on the brink of doing so.
I lifted one hand and caressed his neck, gently wrapping my fingers around his nape.
“Tell me, Jon,” I repeated with a ragged whisper, begging rather than commanding as my beast demanded of me.
Admission would open doors, break down walls, allow us to move forward in building the right kind of bond I yearned for. Sexual energy rippled in the few inches separating us, radiating outward in an all-consuming vortex of need.
Lips parted, Jon tilted his head back as I fought to keep from tightening my hold on him in a display of dominance as the dragon within me pushed to do.
“Please—” My word cut off and nostrils flared at the sudden energy and sweetness wafting toward us from the doorway. Pre-cum released from my slit in a throbbing pulse, hard enough I grunted. My inner beast whimpered. “Your wife is watching,” I growled at Jon, my mouth flooding with drool over the fact she’d taken the initiative to seek us out and let herself be known when she’d hidden the last time she’d stood outside the gym’s door.
Jon’s gaze flitted to my left, but I didn’t need to turn to know she stood in full display on the threshold. I could taste her in the air, the memory of her musky arousal on my tongue causing my mouth to water.
“She wants this as much as you do,” I made the statement without intent to manipulate. Unable to help myself, I leaned forward to nuzzle Jon’s neck and sniff my beta’s scent deep into my lungs alongside our female’s. “Don’t you, Dakota?”
My balls firmed as the desire to breed seared my entire body with flaming heat regardless of the fact she’d denied me mere hours earlier.
“Yes.” She whispered her submission truthfully and without prompting from her husband as I’d hoped for—exactly as Jon needed to hear.
Appreciation of her owning her sexuality and finding the strength to choose her own fate flooded through me, causing a sweet hiss to steam inside me from my beast’s pleasure. My heart soared, attempting to rip through my breastbone and fly free. Unknowingly, she’d allowed her longing, her inner dragon, to claim what her codependent human half hadn’t been able to until that moment.
“Good girl,” I murmured to our female.
Dakota moaned at my praise, causing another ooze of wetness to smear inside my slacks.
“If only you could find the courage to be so honest,” I told Jon, pulling back to meet his gaze.
His blue orbs hazed with his wish to do the same, but he remained stubbornly silent.
“Jon.”
He swallowed hard, searching my eyes I fought to keep from swirling with my supernatural half shrieking to be set free. “Why do I want this?”
I slid my other palm down over Jon’s abdomen to the rigid length in his pants. His body had clearly already accepted his fate. He just needed to tap into his own inner beast to understand. “This or to give into the yearning to submit to me?”
“Fuck.” He cursed through gritted teeth, fighting his body’s need.
Same as Dolyn had done.
My skin threatened to burst—expand and make way for the muscle and bone beneath screaming for release.
We are alpha.
My dragon had stated as such countless times, but the words in that moment hit in a different light. Clarity radiated through my brain, offering me truth I hadn’t considered in my single-minded determination to dominate without coercion. The tight restraint I’d kept on my beast eased, and my shoulders relaxed.
I released a slow exhale.
My darker side had been wanting to force my mates to accept their places when I’d been unwilling to do the same with mine.
Owning my position in our triad would not be taking without consent or manipulation. It was my responsibility to lead, and I’d been doing my mates a disservice by refusing what my other half had tried to remind me of.
I could take my place as was intended before time, and in the process, Jon would find peace in his. And willingly accept his fate as his wife had chosen to do without his influence—or mine.
“Touch yourself, Dakota,” I requested of our female, peace settling deep inside my soul in knowing she had gifted me the right to command her actions. “Slide your fingers deep inside your sweet pussy and show your husband how much his submission turns you on.”
Chapter 25
Jonathan
