Page 107 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Jon groaned, his head shifting as though look for her past his blindfold.
“You told me you wanted him,” she declared quietly, her tone firm, owning every word.
He grunted an agreement.
“That sixth sense of mine?”
A nod of acknowledgment moved his head.
“It tells me we can trust him—and I know you feel it too. Search inside for the truth, baby,” she whispered, her voice pleading without a hint of coercion. “He’s not your foster father. Not that asshole ex-best friend or that blond douche. This is Elijah. The man who took us in and offered us shelter, asking nothing in return. The lonely soul who has showered us with nothing but affection, care, and compassion. His offer of a job wasn’t manipulation in attempts to get you to submit to him. He’s selfless. Giving. Loving exactly how your heart has always longed for, how I won’t ever be able to fulfill.”
Jon choked on a sob, his head tipping down, sweat-dampened hair hiding his profile from my view.
Dakota met my eyes in a silent pleading for help to make him see.
Submit.
My dragon once more whispered a word I’d been taking in the wrong way. Same as I was the alpha in our triad, I, too, needed to submit to my lovers.
I wrapped my arms around Jon, placing my cheek against the back of his neck. “I give you every piece of me she doesn’t own, sweet beta of mine. I’m yours to do with as you please,” I murmured and sank into the tight confines of his body that welcomed me like a worn glove.
Home.
Swallowing hard, I clenched my eyes shut. “Yield to me in return—I’m begging you, Jon. Please.”
“You…have my consent.” The ragged whisper spilled from his lips, and I choked on a sob.
My inner beast roared, scales rippling down my back.
I clutched Jon harder, teeth clenched to keep from biting into his succulent skin. “Thank you. Thank you,” I choked on the words, pulled out of his ass, and thrust in fully, unable to bury as deeply into his soul as I longed to do.
“Please.”
Jon’s choked begging had me reaching for his dick. He leaked pre-cum as freely as mine, slickening my hand.
“Submit to my love, mon coeur,” I whispered, and he melted against my chest, every muscle in his body limp.
A guttural groan escaped him as I held him upright and fucked into his tight ass, my dick straining to go deeper, harder. I slammed into him while working his length in time with my thrusts until both of us gasped for breath, rattling the chains overhead.
The scent of sex flooded my nose, overcome by the sweetness of our female who still stood in the doorway, lower lip between her teeth and one hand palming a breast beneath my shirt she’d replaced her hiking outfit with.
“Fly free for me, Jon.”
He tensed in my arms, twitching and groaning as his cum shot toward Dakota in long ropes from my jerking grasp.
Holding still in his ass, I allowed myself release, my cock pulsing deep inside him, filling him with my seed. Eyes clenched shut, I gave him all that I was as promised, everything I had—my heart, my mind, and my soul—until I emptied. Spent, I wrapped my arms around his sagging body, cradling my beta to my heaving chest as our hearts thrummed in time with each other.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice broken.
Chapter 38
Jonathan
I fucking soared through the air, wind whipping at me, flooding my heart, my mind with relief. Black scales rippled beneath where I sat as we shot across the sky. My dragon. I recognized the balm-like effect he had on me, quieting my thoughts. Making all things right again. We rose and fell through darkness, our bodies pure light as pinpricks dotted the night sky, waking tingling warmth inside my body.
I could taste Elijah’s cum on my tongue even though he’d released inside my ass. He overrode everything, every sense, until all I could feel, smell, and see was him becoming man from the creature I’d dreamed of for as long as I could remember.
“Elijah,” I tried to whisper but couldn’t hear if I’d managed to speak aloud.
