Page 114 of Drawn By Dragonblood
He’d been unkind. Spewed words I hoped to never hear ever again—feared it to the place I’d submitted to him in every way once we’d made amends. I’d looked to him to make all our decisions which I’d recently learned had almost torn us apart again. Some would call it codependency or perhaps toxic, but something far beyond natural tied me and my husband together.
My request for space from each other due to the Dolyn incident had simply been for me to gain clarity and lick my wounds from pure embarrassment, but Jon hadn’t taken it as anything but a breakup, considering his abandonment issues. He’d been heartbroken, as had I, and it hadn’t been more than a handful of days before I’d begged for forgiveness, pleading with him to take me back.
Never had emotions wrecked me so thoroughly, but in that moment, I recognized I faced even sharper heartache, regardless of the assurance both men had offered me.
Jon had basically admitted that his cynicism of all strangers drawing me in atop his asshole ex-boss’s treatment was what had hindered him from giving himself fully to Elijah. And now this blond douche, as he’d been named by my husband, had to show up and potentially ruin the best thing that had ever happened to us.
Rather than sit back this time, I needed to be proactive.
Connect.
At the voice whispering in my head, I stepped forward to stand behind the men and grasped Jon’s right hand in my own. He clutched at me like a lifeline, and I reached around to wrap my other hand around Elijah’s left fist, which hung at his side.
Both men shuddered as though they’d been desperate for my soothing touch, and I swore gentle energy rippled through the circle I’d created even though they both stood facing away from me. Shoulders relaxed. Breaths came easier. But most of all, the tension thickening the air lessened, allowing my heartbeat to slow and mind to rest. We were meant to be together, of that, I had no doubt.
Dolyn’s brow furrowed as he watched the three of us intently, and I tilted my chin up while peeking between my men, silently telling Dolyn to do his worst. We three would stand the test of time.
Elijah was our home, our true family, and I could only imagine the struggle of wondering what the fuck was going on inside Jon’s head, the insecurities that must be screaming for him to replace the walls Elijah had recently torn down.
I longed to fight further for what we had found with him, but there was only one person who could assure Jon of his place.
It was Elijah who would need to still the overwhelming upheaval of emotions Jon must be feeling facing Elijah’s ex-lover.
Dolyn gave Elijah his full attention, his amber eyes burning bright with what seemed like golden flames. “These are the two you claim belong to you? Common humans who bicker on the streets without a care of what others might think? They have no class, Elijah. No proper bearing. Your parents would be ashamed.”
“What the actual fuck, man?” Jon attempted to bolt forward, but Elijah held him steady with his grip on my husband’s forearm, his focus never wavering from Dolyn’s face.
“I belong to them, Dolyn,” Elijah stated quietly when I’d expected a roar of anger, and strangely, a flash of claws. “My heart, my soul, my mind. Every part of me I would lay at their feet every day until eternity passes if they’ll have me.”
Chapter 41
Jonathan
Elijah’s words hit me like a kick to the gut, stealing my breath. Warmth spread through me as I clutched at Dakota’s hand.
Mate.
The word whispered in my mind as I studied the naked asshole in our home. Some hidden piece of my soul lusted to rip through my skin and shred the intruder, slice his big dick off and shove it down his throat until he choked. He was the man who had broken Elijah’s heart. The one who’d almost ended me and Dakota years earlier.
Easily the same size and width of Elijah, the douche’s presence filled the cavern like Elijah’s did, but he didn’t draw me in like our lover—even if most women would find the blondish god-like man to be hot as fuck, which even I couldn’t deny. But no magnetism reached across the distance, no awareness of his body or scent filled me with need.
Only Elijah.
Mine.
A low growl rumbled my chest so reminiscent of what I’d heard from Elijah a few times that a desire to laugh welled up alongside the possessive sound leaving my lips.
“You would give yourself to these…humans.” The man spat the word like a curse, his brow furrowed, shoulders tensing. “Seriously, Elijah? You’re royalty. Far above these…” He waved his hand, grimacing at me and my wife with disgust in his eyes.
Another low rumble rose from Elijah’s chest, pulling my full focus.
The dark shadow of my dragon flickered around Elijah’s shoulders, causing other memories of to click into place like perfect puzzle pieces, and suddenly, I knew.
“Holy motherfucking mother of God—dragonblood,” I whispered, my mind fucking blown.
Elijah’s breath caught, and he stilled.
I stared at his profile, willing him to face me, to tell me the truth he had withheld from us.
