Page 121 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Dakota backhanded him playfully. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“What?” He appeared offended, rubbing his shoulder. “If anyone, you should be asking that question!”
“Yeah, I want to see our alpha’s other half. Trust me, I lust to ride him just like you,” Dakota breathed, “but let’s deal with this bonding business first. Our luck, someone else will show up and try to keep us from tying Elijah to us for life.”
Amusement flooded through me. “Oh, mon coeur,” I murmured, tracing my thumb over the back of her hand. “Business couldn’t be further from the truth. I promise pleasure like you’ve never tasted before?—”
“Let’s go.” Jon crowded close, slapping my ass as he passed us and bounded up the stairs.
Snickering, I allowed him to lead, actually turned on by his sassy nature.
My beta would prove more than a pleasure to put in his place.
But first.
The lights in my bedroom rose as we entered, and I turned to face my lovers, all silliness taking a back seat to the seriousness of what we were about to partake in. “The beta is the bridge between an alpha and their female,” I said, my gaze flitting from one hopeful gaze to the other. “The mating act reflects that, and when we’re connected and spill our seed, the emotional link will settle into place. There is no breaking of the ancient bond of my people—our people.”
I found myself smiling, knowing so many more with dragonblood walked the earth than I had ever dreamed possible, but the trust in Dakota’s eyes—the lust in Jon’s—wiped the thought clear from my head.
“You fuck me while I fuck her,” Jon said, grasping the physicality of the required mating without my needing to explain.
“Yes.”
Mischievous interest lit his eyes. “Jesus fucking Christ. I get to be in the middle.”
My attention roaming down over his smooth chest to the hard ridge trapped inside his jeans along his left thigh. “You’re hungry for it.”
“Goddamned right, I am,” Jon rasped, pressing the heel of his hand against his bulge.
Dakota whimpered, her tangy sweetness teasing my nose. She nibbled on her lower lip and glanced between us then at the bed, her nipples hardening beneath my shirt, the pulse in her neck thrumming in time with my own heartbeat.
I released her hand and undid the buttons hiding her milky-white breasts from us. Large nipples, a dusky red hue, furled tight beneath my gaze as I slid the shirt off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. “Will you allow me to love you through our beta?” I murmured, rubbing my thumbs over her budded flesh.
She moaned and licked her lip, her eyelids fluttering shut. “Yes. Please, yes.”
“On the bed, mon coeur.”
Her obedience caused my chest to swell, rousing my dragon’s glee—and our combined desires to fuck. With him backing my body’s natural reaction to Dakota’s submission, I feared keeping hold long enough to complete the bonding.
As though reading my mind, Jon shoved his jeans off and crawled across my bed toward her, his plump peach of an ass in the air drawing a groan from my chest.
My hands shook while pushing down my own half-shredded jeans, and Jon settled between Dakota’s thighs, capturing her mouth, both of them emitting the kind of whimpered moan that made my already leaking cock twitch.
“Hurry the fuck up, alpha,” Jon growled, “or I’m going to blow my load without you stuffing my ass.”
The darkness in me chuckled at his impertinence—his very intentional impertinence. “Speak to me that way again...” I warned, the unspoken threat lingering.
“Can’t fucking wait.” Jon’s declaration sent another dribble of pre-cum oozing down over my length.
Palming myself, I moved to stand beside the bed, readying my cock for his ass with the slickness my body provided. “Wrap your legs around his back, mon coeur. Let him in.”
Her ankles wrapped around his waist, and one flex of Jon’s ass pulled another moan from them both, my skin shivering as they slotted together.
“Slow and easy,” I murmured more to myself than them, climbing onto the bed behind my mates.
Already on his knees, Jon slowly fucked in and out of Dakota, the scent of their combined arousal, the sounds of their feasting on the other’s mouth enough to make my eyes want to roll back into my head. Nostrils flaring, I breathed them in deeply and crowded in close, using my knees to press Jon’s legs wider.
He stilled as I rubbed my slickened crown over his puckered hole. Pre-cum continued to slip from my dick, and I pressed forward gently into his still-opened hole.
