Page 86 of Drawn By Dragonblood
He reached out, grasped the back of Elijah’s neck, and pulled him close. Teeth, tongues, and bruising lips met in a heated kiss that Elijah quickly took over, dominating so damn easily I wondered how I never noticed Jon’s natural submissive nature before.
I whimpered as they put on a show to drive me insane, devouring each other’s mouths until the three of us were breathless with need.
“Damn you,” I moaned, fighting the urge to slip my hand into my pants.
Elijah backed away first, pink flushing his cheeks as he stared at my husband. Need crackled like a live wire between them, and I would have given every last penny along with my prized camera packed in the bag at my feet to see them unbuckle and fuck right then and there.
I waited for Elijah to show his alpha nature, threaten Jon with a good time for being so forceful in taking what he’d wanted. But he glanced my way instead.
I gulped at the fire burning in his enlarged pupils.
“Ready?”
“Yes—more than. Please.”
He laughed at my double meaning and turned, focusing on getting us into the air rather than acting out a live movie of another fantasy I hoped to watch come true.
I sighed and slumped into my seat, anxious to get to New York and details out of the way so we could all climb into Elijah’s big bed and get to it already. We lifted into the air, and I let out a squeak, grabbing hold of the armrests. Higher and higher, we rose as the garage platform retracted and doors shut behind it.
From above, one would never know a beautiful, comfortable home lay beneath the mountain. It appeared as though the road disappeared into the hillside, the garage doors made to look like natural rock. The sun shone high overhead offering warmth, and I lifted my gaze to take in the White Mountains.
My breath caught, thoughts of the two men doing a cock tango disappeared from my mind as I imagined I rode on the back of my dragon. The views he showed me brought a tear to my eye. I’d buried my camera in the bottom of my backpack, and I cursed my body’s insatiable need to fuck overriding rational thought. But I couldn’t tear my attention from the beauty outside to rummage the thing out.
On the way back, I promised myself.
Work chatter—robots and armor, the kind of stuff that would usually make me yawn—buzzed in my ears, but I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to what Elijah and Jon spoke of. Face plastered to the window, I soaked in what an airplane couldn’t offer, and until we landed in New York a few hours later, my face hurt from smiling. If only I could have felt some wind on my face and had those warm scales beneath my thighs to rub my needy clit against.
A limo waited for us at the airport, and the second the helicopter door opened, letting in the city air, I grimaced, wishing for the freshness of Elijah’s veranda. The air smelled used up and empty. Dirty and wasted on those who didn’t appreciate its life-giving force. How easily we as humans got so caught up in working and paying bills that we lost out on the beauty of Mother Nature and her sustenance.
Elijah helped me down and held my hand while heading toward the waiting car and driver. A glance over my shoulder let me know Jon followed, our three bags in his hands and a grin on his face at seeing me clutch Elijah’s hand.
Swelling emotion bubbled up inside of me, filling me with that same giddiness and contentment from earlier. My pulse thrummed so hard I found it difficult to breathe properly.
Elijah ushered me into the limo, spoke quietly with the driver, and joined me, his body brushing against mine, shoulder to thigh, keeping my libido on high alert and my panties wet.
Jon slid in the other side, crowding close, sending a ripple of goose bumps over my skin.
Clarity hit me in that second.
The passion among us had nothing to do with the cavern we’d been staying in. The need for each other was pure fire crackling in the air, the magical pull of three souls almost…bound together by fate? I’d been sure Elijah had been meant to be our third, but experiencing the non-lessened need for his presence outside the cave solidified the truth in my head.
My fanciful mind enjoyed the idea of us together always, and I rolled with that fantasy, creating all sorts of daydreams about being spoiled rotten while I spent my life caring for the two who loved me to distraction and the babies they would eventually give me.
Each had a hand resting on my thigh, and I shifted in my need to be touched a little higher up.
Elijah nuzzled my ear. “I can smell the sweetness of your arousal, mon coeur.”
God, when he spoke like that…
I swallowed hard. “What does that mean? Mon coeur?”
“My heart.”
I stared into his light eyes, the book cracked open to his soul for me to freely read. The desire to drown in their fathomless depths and never resurface had me leaning in. I needed to breathe his exhales into my lungs, fill the half of my soul up that he owned alongside Jon.
Our lips brushed, a lightning strike of need making my insides glow with desire far beyond a mere seeking of release.
I whimpered as he sat back without allowing me to taste his tongue.
