Page 106 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Jon shuddered and swallowed a gulp of air.
I continued my slow assault even though he didn’t offer us what all of us wanted.
Manipulation.
The fuck it was. I was simply giving him what his body craved. It was Jon who refused to voice the submission he felt deep in his soul, same as I did my place as his alpha.
“Harder,” he said on a gasp as I bottomed out in his tightness.
“My kinky pain-whore.” I chuckled and bit his earlobe harder, fighting against the swelling tingling in my balls. “We’re doing this my way.” I whispered my reminder and slowly withdrew again, backing off enough my cock sprang loose from his ass.
“P-please. D-don’t stop.”
I reached between us and lined my cock up for another slow glide deep inside him. Reaching up, I grabbed hold of his neck and squeezed my other hand around the base of his cock.
His chest rose and fell in rapid succession, his body trembling against mine.
“How badly do you need to come, Jon?” I murmured, my gaze seeking out Dakota, my entire body still, tensed, and ready to explode in release at the sweet scent of her arousal flooding the dungeon.
“So fucking b-bad,” Jon rasped, his voice barely audible. “Christ. Please move.”
I jerked him slowly, swirled my palm over his slick head and grasped his girth once more. Dakota’s gaze followed my hand’s every move, her pupils huge and black.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I whispered in Jon ear for him alone, buried deep inside his ass.
He gulped, another shudder rippling down over him.
“Speak what’s in your heart, and I’ll set you free.”
Still, he hesitated.
Choke! Claim!
I squeezed our beta’s throat but not nearly enough to satisfy my beast’s demands.
We would do no such thing.
Slow gyrations of my hips ground me deep into Jon’s body without thrusting like he begged for, and my harsh grip on the base of his dick kept him on the brink of eruption.
“Jon.”
“I-I can’t.”
Dolyn had said the same, unable to allow vulnerability that would have set him free.
My eyelids slammed shut as the reality of why Jon refused to submit to me hit me hard. “You don’t trust me.”
Jon didn’t respond, and I knew I’d spoken truth.
I slowly backed out, my chest aching, but couldn’t bear to pull free from the warm clasp of his body around my glans. Doing so would end the connection between us, same as it had with Dolyn on our final night together.
It had also broken the tenuous bond between us, allowing him to leave me while I’d slept.
The melted rock on my left called to me, the tears of dripping granite that shouldn’t have been possible but was a heavy reminder of the grief I’d suffered over Dolyn’s abandonment.
I would not lose Jon. Refused to.
“Jon.” Dakota’s whisper pulled my focus toward her. She didn’t attempt to give herself release like she usually did while watching us but stood firm in the doorway like a gorgeous goddess of golden flame and flashing eyes.
