Page 105 of Drawn By Dragonblood
The scales on the cane would recognize his dragonblood and keep his skin from breaking but would also make his recovery ten times faster than a man-made cane beating would. Even as I made my way up over the tops of his ass cheeks, the lowest welts began to fade.
My heart pounded, and I fought for breath. Sweat coated my body, and I ripped my shirt off, the cotton restricting my movements.
Jon sagged in the chains, his head hanging forward, sweat dripping from his body. His brow smoothed over, and I stepped close, rubbing my jean-clad, aching dick against his ass. He moaned and pushed back against me, even though the friction of my jeans against his raw ass waiting to heal had to sting like hell.
“So perfect,” I murmured, and his moan caused my length to jerk against his backside. “You’re everything I could ever want in a mate.”
Yessss.
Sweetness hit my nose, jerking my head to the door I’d left open on purpose. I dropped the cane and reached around Jon’s waist to grab hold of his straining dick.
Dakota stepped into view. She pulled up short, her breath catching and eyes widening as her gaze flitted over her strung-up husband and the leaking dick I slowly worked. She licked her lips, and I smiled over Jon’s shoulder when her focus finally landed on my face.
Jon groaned and tipped his head back against my shoulder as I smeared my hand around his crown and down to the root.
“Your wife is here,” I murmured against his ear since the blindfold cut off his vision and I wasn’t yet sure if he could scent her as easily as I did.
He groaned, his length pulsing in my grip but not spilling.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said while kicking off my shoes. “And you aren’t going to come until I say so.”
Jon whimpered and nodded, and I put distance between us, tearing at my jeans with a hint of my talons since Dakota stood on the other side of my beta and wouldn’t see the action. I shoved the nearly ruined material off me and pressed against my beta once more, lubing my hand with the slick mess oozing from my dick.
I wanted to thrust into Jon’s ass with one shove, demand he submit not just his body but his heart to me as well. I lusted to pull his hair, tilt his head at an angle, and sink my fangs into his neck.
Mark.
Claim.
I hissed against the darkness barely restrained beneath my skin and held Dakota’s gaze while crowding close against our lover. I rubbed against his puckered hole.
Take.
Teeth clenched, I pressed forward, breaching the ring of muscle in Jon’s ass without any prep. He groaned and found his footing enough to arch his spine.
My little pain slut. My beta.
I grabbed hold of his hips and glanced down to find the welts nearly gone from his backside. “Relax and let me in,” I murmured and watched while I sank my shaft slowly into his hole.
He grunted but didn’t tense, so blissed out from the pain that had shifted him toward subspace.
I leaned forward and bit his lobe to remind him where he remained shackled by my chains and was mine for the taking. “Such a good boy for me.”
He whimpered and fucked himself deeper onto my shaft.
“Yes,” I hissed along with my inner beast, pushing into Jon until my drawn-up balls rested near his.
Mine.
“This ass belongs to me,” I growled against my beta’s ear, my gaze once more on his wide-eyed, panting wife.
Us.
Jon gasped and whined, unaware my dragon claimed him along with my human form. A few curses muttered past his lips as I pulled out to the head and slowly slid back in, my cock bucking hard at being fully sheltered in our beta’s heat.
“Give in to what your heart desires, Jon,” I said, reaching for his cock once more. “Say you belong to us.”
My dragon growled his approval over being included in my request even if Jon wasn’t yet aware of that half of me.
