Page 70 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Take her, Jon,” Elijah said, barely suppressed aggression in his pale eyes as he halted alongside us.
I couldn’t look away from his intense stare and the darkness swirling in his pupils.
Jon lifted his face from my throbbing pussy and shifted closer on his knees.
No way he was hard again already?—
Jon filled me with one thrust, causing my back to arch on the low-weight bench.
A gasp tore from my lips at the sudden fullness, but no stinging pain lanced me. Like an animal, he pulled out and thrust into me, grunting with each stab into my body, his hands like a vise on my thighs, holding me open, doing exactly as Elijah had told him to.
I gasped with each slam against my womb, the sight of Elijah jerking himself with my husband’s cum beside me causing my toes to tingle with yet another impending climax.
“Open my shirt covering your breasts so I can paint them with my release.”
I tore at the expensive fabric in desperation to obey Elijah, uncaring a button pinged across the floor.
A deep growl rose in his chest as I bared myself fully to him.
“Come with me, beta,” Elijah whispered the words, but Jon clearly heard the order.
As one, both men released.
Elijah’s cum laced over my aching nipples with tingling heat.
Jon cursed, veins in his neck throbbing as his cockhead pulsed against my womb.
Elijah’s second shot landed on my lower lip, and when I licked his cum into my mouth, I came again with a gush around Jon’s cock.
I cried out as both men continued to paint me with their cum, deep grunts accompanied each spurt until they stilled.
My lips throbbed, breasts tingled, and my pussy convulsed in what felt like a never-ending climax. I didn’t want the euphoric wave dousing me to recede, but gasping for air, my body eventually quieted.
Jon lay over me, his cheek on my cum-covered breast as we both heaved to fill our lungs.
I tilted my head back, blinking at the dark god looming over us.
Elijah gazed down upon us, his eyes no less intense than when he’d stroked his cock in time with Jon’s plundering of my pussy.
I licked along my lower lip again, whimpering over the addictive sweetness of Elijah’s seed still there.
“Don’t,” he murmured, using his thumb to wipe the remaining wetness from my mouth.
Jon suckled at my cum-covered breast, and Elijah grasped his hair, pulling his head away from me. Traces of Elijah’s spunk clung to Jon’s cheek and his tongue as it flicked out to gather more from the corner of his mouth.
“No—please.” Elijah ripped his T-shirt off overhead and wiped Jon’s face then the rest of the cum from my chest and cheek.
I should have been exhausted. Should have been a boneless heap on the weight bench, but I was strangely rejuvenated. Wide awake as though having consumed a double shot of espresso. I squeezed my pussy around Jon’s softening cock, and he groaned, resting his forehead on my breast again.
My smile came easily as I ran my fingers through his hair while looking up at Elijah. We didn’t touch, but I felt as though a band had wrapped around and held us together in a firm yet gentle embrace.
Elijah returned my smile and cupped my cheek in his warm hand, connecting the three of us physically, which felt as beautiful and as right as the night before. “I’ve never seen anything so delightful as when the two of you are in the throes of passion.”
I sighed and pressed my face against his palm, drinking in his show of affection, his old-world type charm, and the satisfied bliss in his eyes.
“Might I have the privilege of carrying you upstairs?” he asked, his gaze causing heat to shiver over my skin.
“I’m good.” I snickered as Jon let out another groan. “But I think Jon could use some help.”
