Page 98 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Please…fucking please,” I begged against Dakota’s satiny skin, unable to do anything but feel.
“No coming until I say so,” Elijah said, his low voice rippling over my skin, his hand a vise around the base of my cock to stop me from nutting.
I cursed through clenched teeth, thrashing in my need to fucking come already. A deep craving for Elijah’s spunk all up in my guts swept through me, taking control of my mind. Everything but the friction of him thrusting in steady rhythm inside my hole escaped my consciousness. I grunted against the exquisite torture of his hard cock rubbing against my prostate, making me mad with the need to bust.
No way would I be able to keep quiet?—
Dakota took me deep, the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat.
My balls erupted without permission, jerking my cock against Dakota’s tongue, shooting, pulsing, spurting as she hummed around my length, her pussy muffling my hollers. She swallowed down every drop, but my dick didn’t soften.
I groaned a few f-bombs, Elijah’s stroking on my inner walls jacking me back up to the edge again before my climax ended.
Dakota lifted off me, and I forced my eyelids up to find her sprawled beside me, fingers in her pussy, lips parted, watching as Elijah fucked my ass as though hell-bent on wrecking my insides.
But there was no pain, nothing but the insatiable need to be closer. Fuller.
“Elijah,” I croaked, and he planked over me on his hands beside my shoulders, the black of his eyes swirling—maddening in its darkness.
“You’re going to pay for coming without my permission,” he murmured.
Why the fuck was the idea of that so goddamned hot?
He thrust deep enough I saw stars again and captured my mouth, obliterating all thought but him.
Elijah owned me, every atom inside me. Every breath that filled my lungs smelled like him, every lash of his tongue sweet along mine. He dominated me with ease, and I sank into submission, greedy for everything he gave. The onslaught of his alpha nature, the unspoken demands he placed on me to conform to his will, was hot as fuck.
I willingly handed over my body, my mind, but my heart cowered behind crumbling rock of determination.
“Fuck me, Elijah,” I growled against his lips, desperate to take us back to distracted need rather than the overwhelming desire for deep intimacy I craved. “Hard. Fast. Want your cum inside me.”
Two words tore from his mouth in a language I didn’t understand, but they faded from my ears as his dick throbbed, shooting tingling heat into my guts.
“Oh, fuck!” My jaw clenched and spine arched as he continued to empty, every spurt of his cum ratcheting my need to spill again.
But this time, something in me denied my body release.
I waited his permission, his guidance.
Jesus, what was wrong with me?
Still pulsing, he pulled out, leaving me empty, his hot seed seeping from my hole. I panted, strung with the need to fuck. Would he let me?—
“Take her.”
I rolled between Dakota’s thighs without finishing my thought, obeying Elijah’s command and filling my wife’s pussy with one savage thrust. My inner animal unleashed, I hollered and fucked into her with no intent other than coming again. Taking. Devouring.
My ears rang, muffling her cries and my grunts while I attempted to rail into her deeper than I’d ever done in the past. Her nails dug into my back, but the sting didn’t hinder me from trying to split her in two—pushing her toward the headboard with every savage thrust of my hips.
“Jon!” Dakota shrieked, and her pussy clamped down on me, pulling, milking a second climax from my aching balls in a matter of minutes.
A guttural cry flew from me, and I shoved my face in her neck, arms wrapped around her body. My release rushed through me like a euphoric wind, my soul soaring through the sky as though I had wings.
Chapter 35
Dakota
Jon’s eyes had been closed almost the entire time Elijah had fucked him, and with how he whimpered and moaned as if in pain, I wondered if he’d only agreed because it was what I wanted. His brow remained dented with a frown long after we cleaned up.
