Page 120 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Chapter 43
Elijah
I despised that Dolyn had arrived at the most inopportune time. My mates and I had been on the cusp of reaching a pinnacle moment of aftercare where I would have been free to unveil my lies no matter the fear they would leave me.
But it had taken Dolyn’s return for me to fully set the past behind, allowing me complete freedom to bond with the two fate had gifted to me. Being in my ex-lover’s presence had revealed nothing lasting had bonded him and I together. Our energies didn’t mesh, our thoughts hadn’t ever aligned, nor had our wants been the same. We’d pushed and striven to create something that could never be.
Jon clutched my left hand with firm assurance as ancient words poured from my lips.
Dakota cradled my right in her soft, nurturing hold.
And my dragon freely spoke power into every syllable beginning the bonding between us, pale fire the color of my eyes gently wrapping around our bodies.
I lifted my head from where our foreheads had pressed together, my heart overflowing with joy and affection.
Dakota’s eyes glowed green, swirling with a fire of her own. Jon’s a blue so vivid, so rich I wanted to weep. Shimmering images rippled over both of their skin, almost as if they did possess scales that wanted to burst forth from within.
Yessss.
Mine—ours.
“You are worthy,” I murmured as the flames receded and their eyes returned to normal. “My mates.”
Dakota gazed up at me, her face radiant with the love she had declared.
“The fuck was that?” Jon asked, peering down at our bare feet, lifting his toes to wiggle them as though checking for burns.
“I set our bonding into motion.”
He jerked his head up, a hint of a dimple denting his cheek. “A bonding like in those novels she reads?” he asked, tipping his head toward Dakota. “The kind where we can feel each other from a different room? Smell the sweetness between her thighs and the pre-cum dripping from our dicks?”
Dakota gulped, and all the blood in my body sped to my groin.
Jon glanced down at the growing bulge in my jeans as I fought for words to answer his question. “Pretty sure that part of the bond started a few days ago,” he said, shaking his head, his grin widening. “Pretty fucking sure I like that part of this bond thing too.”
A groan rumbled in my chest at the blatant lust in my beta’s eyes.
“So now what?” Dakota asked, her voice small yet lust-laden.
Claim.
Own.
I shuddered at the desire rushing through both halves of me, what my beast had been begging for since first scenting our mates on the late summer breeze. “Now we complete our union. If it is indeed what you both are willing to submit yourselves to.”
“Yes.” Again, they spoke as one, their answer like a gentle caress meant to ease the last of my worries.
Elation roared through me, making my soul soar as high as our dragon half had ever taken us into the sapphire sky.
“Come.” I released Jon’s hand but held Dakota’s while heading toward the stairs leading to the second floor. We would need a bed for the requirement to complete our connection as fate intended.
Blood rushed to my groin at the promise of things to come. Fulfillment for what I had longed for my entire life lay within my reach—but only because of mutual desire and love, not because I’d coerced either of my mates into agreeing to become one with me.
“Shit,” Jon muttered from behind us, and I sensed his hesitation.
Stumbling to a stop, I glanced over my shoulder to find him peering outside.
“Can we, uh, see you in all your scaled glory?” he asked before swiping his tongue over his lower lip. “Take a ride through the friendly skies?”
