Page 122 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Jon cursed, his face burying in Dakota’s neck.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she peered up at me with eyes hazed by passion, sucking my soul into hers, moving me forward without thought. Jon’s tight heat clamped down on my cock as I slid in without resistance.
“Oh, fuck,” Jon groaned, pinned between the two of us. Gaze locked on my female, I pulled out, keeping my crown notched in Jon’s body, and slid back in, the friction of his clasp on my cock making my jaw clench.
“Christ.” He swore a few more times and pushed up onto his hands, planking over Dakota, the muscles along his spine rippling. “Not going to fucking last.” He moved with me as I pulled out again, both of us pressing forward with a grunt.
My dragon clawed at my insides, roaring to be set free. I allowed enough of the wall containing him down so he might share in the taking. The time for our desperate need to claim had arrived.
Chapter 44
Jonathan
“This is your place, my beta.” Elijah’s declaration throbbed my dick inside my wife. “I want no other between me and our female.”
Wrong fucking time for my throat to go tight, but I couldn’t help the emotions his words roused in my chest.
I’d always wanted a man in my life. Didn’t have a father and certainly didn’t want a daddy in the kinky sense, but I’d always hoped for a best friend who would have my back with loyalty like Dakota’s. Someone to stand beside me. Encourage me. Recognize me for who I was and remind me I had worth regardless of my shortcomings.
I didn’t have to be everything. It was okay to not be enough?—
“Even if our female didn’t exist, I would still need you, mon coeur.”
I shuddered, a strangled curse ripping from my lips. He buried inside my body as though making himself at home deep in my guts.
“We three make a whole,” he continued, working his cock in and out of my throbbing hole.
Truer words had never been spoken because fuck my insecurities up until that point. Elijah and Dakota were the other parts of my soul, the pieces created to make me feel complete.
Elijah ran his hands up along my spine to clasp my shoulders.
My ass fucking burned even though he had stretched me to the max while down in the dungeon. “Jesus—fucking hell.” I groaned, attempting to arch my back so he could bury even deeper.
Dakota clenched around my dick, and I cursed again. “Please,” she whispered, tugging on my heartstrings, my desire to fulfill her every wish.
“Fuck me, Elijah.” I groaned as he gyrated his hips, grinding his dick into my ass. “Make us yours.”
A low growl rose from behind me, his shaft bucking inside me.
“God, yes,” I groaned in response to what could only be his dragon purring its pleasure.
Elijah pulled out, the tip of his flared head still embedded inside my body. Copious amounts of his sweet pre-cum leaked around his girth and over my taint. “So slick and warm,” he murmured in his low bass, sending a ripple of goose bumps along my arms.
My wife’s sweet exhales bathed my lips, and I licked into her mouth as she wound her arms around me.
“Fucking love you baby,” I murmured before sucking on her tongue.
Elijah shoved in with a harsh thrust, ramming me into Dakota’s tight pussy.
A grunt ripped from my lungs.
“Oh God,” Dakota whimpered, clutching at me tighter. “More.”
Like a bridge, Elijah had said I would be. He used me to fuck Dakota, setting a slow yet relentless pace in wrecking me.
My balls ached like a motherfucker. Firmed against my groin and dripping Elijah’s arousal, they brushed against the wetness leaking from Dakota’s core with every combined thrust of Elijah’s and my hips. I’d never felt such perfection, such sheer fucking bliss-like torture in my life. His cock alone stroking along my prostate was delicious as fuck, but combined with Dakota’s soaked pussy clenching around my dick?
Goddamn.
