Page 108 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Shh.” His hot breath caressed my ear, my neck, as the blissful tingling in my ass spread through my torso into my limbs and up my neck to my mind.
His cum was more than just tasty. Like Dakota had claimed, it hit like a shot of espresso even though I hadn’t swallowed it down..
Clarity returned like a breath of fresh air, like that first sip of strong coffee peeling open my eyelids in the morning, pulling me from my dreamlike state where reality and fantasy evolved into one.
Darkness coated my vision, and I realized the blindfold meant to help me focus on Elijah’s touch still prohibited my sight.
His arms remained around me, but he slowly backed away, his cock slipping from my ass.
I groaned, wanting him to press back in, but he left me empty and dripping his cum. My hole pulsed as though desperate to close up tight and keep his seed inside my body until it soaked in, became one with me.
A low growl rose behind me, and Elijah used two thick fingers to push his seed inside me as though wishing he could breed my ass.
My dick attempted to revive, and I moaned in disappointment that the appendage remained drooped, flaccid between my thighs.
Regardless of my limp dick and wrists remaining shackled overhead, the chains clanked as I twisted slightly in their hold to fuck myself on Elijah’s probing fingers stroking over my oversensitive prostate.
Sweetness wafted past my nose.
Dakota...
Her scent flooded through me, and I sucked air deeply into my lungs, having forgotten she’d witnessed my finally giving over to what Elijah and she both wanted.
What I’d been desperate for yet feared.
No such emotion worried me now. I hung suspended although sagging in my bonds, still riding out that sense of freedom Elijah had gifted me. Even after his touch eased from my hole, I felt connected to him, at total peace.
“The chains,” Elijah said, and I listened as Dakota shuffled across the room.
The sound of metal ratcheting hit my ears, and my limp arms lowered.
Elijah caught them to keep them from dropping to my sides. He quickly released my wrists, and the chains clanked to the floor as he wrapped his arms around me once more, holding me tight against his chest. “Are you okay, mon coeur?” he whispered in my ear while pulling off my blindfold.
My heart.
The meaning of his words flitted through my brain. He’d been calling Dakota that for days, as though to assure her of his feelings for her, but he’d spoken to me—I had no doubt, same as he’d done before releasing me from my mental restraints—to send me soaring. My lips turned upward from the happiness rising inside me.
“Better than,” I managed to croak as he pressed a kiss to my neck, his lips warm and branding.
A shudder ripped through me at the thought of wearing his mark, and I blinked in the dim light, breathing in the delicious scent of our combined cum—and my wife’s arousal.
She moved in my peripheral vision, drawing my focus. Eyes luminous and green as spring grass, she stared at me with such love and devotion my heart attempted to shatter from the sweetest pain imaginable, one I never wished to escape.
I held her gaze as Elijah gathered me in his arms, and just as I’d always expected, he carried me with ease to the large bed on the far, tear-droplet-like wall.
He sat against the headboard, cradling me in his arms as he had with Dakota countless times. Strong hands clutched me close, possessive fingertips caressing my hair and thigh.
Rather than feeling like less than a man as I’d have done even an hour earlier, I sank into his comfort, soaking in the aftercare he offered.
Dakota approached, her face radiant.
I’d done that—my motherfucking submission.
Chest puffing up, I held out my hand to her.
She settled on the mattress beside us, tucked against Elijah’s side, her fingers twining through mine.
We sat in silence for a few moments, our breaths perfectly in tune, making me wonder if all three of our hearts beat at the same time—and for the same reason.
