Page 123 of Drawn By Dragonblood
I groaned and lowered onto her fully, my arms useless. Face buried in her neck, I clung to her as Elijah and I moved in steady, perfected rhythm. I needed more, to fucking blow the load brewing in my balls.
“Harder,” I said, remembering the strength of his thrusts, the pain/pleasure of him shoving deep inside me less than an hour earlier.
We picked up the pace in retreating, but it was all Elijah’s thrusting that buried me against Dakota’s womb. She grasped at my shoulders, her gasps and moans pushing me closer to the damn edge of something in the horizon of my mind. My soul longed to reach for it, to be swept up into whatever it was that simmered between us.
Elijah swore, plowing into my ass, banging the headboard of his bed against the wall.
Dakota gasped beneath me, and I grazed my teeth along the tender skin of her neck, the desire to bite her swelling, flooding my mouth with drool.
“Please, Elijah,” she whimpered, wiggling and scratching the fuck out of my shoulder blades.
He lay over me, the heat of his chest searing my back, and Dakota released her hold on me to clutch at him if his hiss was any indication of her nails digging in. Another thrust made the bed thump, and she lifted her head, their mouths coming together in a rush inches from my face.
“Aw, fuck.” I groaned and tried to move between them, but he held me pinned. Impaled and full to overflowing in every way. I wanted in on that kiss though, determined to get my share. My neck ached, but I twisted my head to reach them just right, bringing all three of our tongues together in a messy, wet tangle of flesh.
Sweat slickened our bodies, the heat on the verge of combustion into flames. The scent of brimstone and sex filled my nose, the softness of my wife cradling my front, the hard muscle pressing along my back.
“My loves—my life.”
Elijah and his fucking declaration made my eyes sting, the harsh thrusts of his hips slamming the air from my lungs.
“Ah, fucking—Jesus—Christ—Elijah. Fuck!” His pistoning ripped curses from my lips, and I went boneless between my lovers, submitting my body to his actions, his desires.
“Yessss,” his otherworldly growl in my ear made my spine tingle. “Mine. Ours.”
Dakota cried out, her pussy clamping down on my dick like a goddamn fist. Without a single flick to her clit, she came around my cock, pulsing and milking.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck.” I panted with Elijah’s thrusts, stars lighting up behind my eyelids. Groaning, I buried my face in Dakota’s neck.
My taint spasmed, and cum rushed up through my shaft, spurting inside her.
Elijah roared, his cock bucking inside my ass—a flood of heat filled my insides, and I swore to fucking Christ his cum shot through my dick into my wife.
Motherfucking...
Dakota’s pussy pulled along my dick with a sucking motion as though desperate to drain us both dry.
I wasn’t deep enough. Needed more.
“Elijah,” I groaned at the prolonged climax, every spurt from my balls against my wife’s womb like a wrecking ball to my soul.
That goddamn growl rose again as he nosed along my neck.
I tipped my head, my own lips sliding along Dakota’s sweet flesh.
Bite.
I obeyed the command, not sure where the fuck it came from—my own goddamned head or Elijah’s lips where my neck and shoulder met.
Dakota gasped as I sank my teeth into her, the slight coppery tang of blood hitting my taste buds?—
A sharp sting from Elijah’s mouth ripped all thought from my head, causing another pulse of cum to shoot from my balls.
Heat rushed through me like a wave, searing my body. Awareness of my lovers’ emotions, the overwhelming euphoric release from both of them, flooded through me as though I’d become a conductor between their bodies.
A gleeful hiss radiated through my head as what seemed like a handful of voices whimpered in my ears.
I could feel both of my lovers in the deepest parts of my soul and hints of shadows beyond the physical. My blood lay rich and thick on Elijah’s tongue. Dakota’s limbs tingled with mine as her climax ebbed away, leaving only elation in its wake.
