Page 116 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“I would never!” Elijah’s voice raised. “Yes, I had the opportunity but denied my baser instincts as is right!”
Dolyn continued to glare, disbelieving, although why he gave a shit about our consent, I had no fucking clue.
“He offered us the freedom to choose at every crossroads,” Dakota whispered. There was no coercion involved.”
Connect.
I realized Elijah still clutched my left forearm, but it wasn’t enough.
Squeezing Dakota’s fingers with my right hand, I twisted from Elijah’s grasp.
He whimpered as though I’d physically hurt him, but I quickly laced my fingers through his.
My throat tightened as a ripple swept through Elijah. His eyelids fluttered closed, and he filled his lungs with a shuddered sigh. As though the press of our palms opened a gateway, I caught hints of his emotions and energy creep up my left arm, across my chest, and down my right toward Dakota, who stood behind us. Nothing had ever felt so right in my life. So fucking good. Even better than soaring after having my ass handed to me while strung up in the dungeon.
I lifted my head and stared Dolyn in the eye while swallowing away my outward emotion. “Elijah belongs to us. He is our mate.” I inhaled until it hurt. “My lover. My alpha, and that seed you seem jealous about him denying us so far? I’m gonna gobble that shit up and feed it to my wife. Let her suck it off my tongue the second your unwanted ass is gone from our home.”
Elijah’s breath caught again, and Dolyn’s gaze narrowed once more as it settled on him as though I didn’t exist. “You would choose the half-breeds over the last full Blood Born on this earth?” he asked Elijah as though I hadn’t spoken a word.
“Fate has destined what is to be among us three,” Elijah stated quietly. Kindly, even, when I was ready to physically kick Dolyn out of the space he had no business being in. “I won’t give up her gift of my two mates for anything—royal blood or no.”
“You would leave me stranded?” His voice rose, his hands fisting at his sides, whiskey-colored eyes widening. “Alone in this world where my years of searching has proved that I have no hope of finding another?”
“Isn’t that exactly what you did to me a decade ago?”
Point to Elijah.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from hissing my pleasure.
“I’m sorry fate hasn’t been as kind to you as it has to me after the choice you made to break my heart,” Elijah continued.
Dakota shifted behind me, drawing my focus over my shoulder. Brow furrowed, she peered at Dolyn with a look I recognized.
One I knew well—but this time, clarity lit in her eyes.
That sixth sense?
It was real, and I felt sure shit was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
That strange voice in my head snickered, and I relaxed fully, ready to see what my wife was about to reveal.
Chapter 42
Dakota
The revelation that the paranormal wasn’t fiction made my head spin. And the ease with which Jon submitted to what Elijah called being fated mates almost knocked my feet from beneath me. I wanted to pinch myself but couldn’t release my hold on Jon’s hand or Elijah’s fist as a wave of emotions far beyond my own trickled through my mind. Heartache, love, unbelievable joy, trust…all radiating through the tenuous bond I felt through touching them both.
I stared at Elijah’s ex-lover, the one who had broken his heart in order to search out their female and had ended up alone because he couldn’t be patient and wait for his own destiny.
Believing in fate also meant he had to leave the White Mountains so that Elijah could find the two who belonged to him as he’d declared Jon and I did.
My emotions tumbled over the more muffled ones from both Jon and Elijah—for I was sure the circle my husband created had somehow swept away the veil that kept us from connecting completely.
As for Dolyn, although his close proximity didn’t pull on me like it had the first time, his presence alone still drew me in with more strength than any other face I’d caught on camera and tucked away in my strange file.
He claimed to be the only other dragonblood.
Perhaps…
