Page 127 of Drawn By Dragonblood
He trailed his fingertips up Dakota’s thigh, stopping just short of the apex of her thighs before sliding them back to her knee. “What are you thinking about, baby?”
On a sigh, she spread her legs slightly.
Jon glanced at my face, but he didn’t move his hand upward.
I nodded and hummed my appreciation at the hint of a purr coming through my bond with him. While both Jon and Dakota heard whispers of their inner beasts, neither could yet fully converse with them or had experienced the flexing of muscle and bone to take on their true forms.
Perhaps one day.
A shudder rippled over our female as Jon slid his fingers deep into her core at my approval.
Denied for hours on end, I knew her climax lay a breath away.
“What do you desire?” I murmured against her hair since she hadn’t answered Jon.
“I—I want you to breed me.”
Yessss.
I groaned over what my inner beast had been desperate to do from the moment of our bonding, what I’d prohibited him from speaking the afternoon I’d shown them my true form for the first time. The mere thought of both Jon and I filling our female together caused slickness to ooze from my slit. Setting my wine aside, I considered the pain—the assurance of life from taking our female in such a way while she was fertile.
And I could scent the ripeness of her womb and the egg lying in wait.
On our trip to New York the week before, Dakota had visited her doctor to have the IUD removed. The decision had been hers alone even though our connection allowed her to feel both my and Jon’s beast’s desire to procreate as well.
They hadn’t been able to become pregnant in all their years of trying, and I had assured them that it took three with dragonblood to produce offspring, same as they’d both heard that day on the veranda. Their relief, Jon’s especially, had made me want to breed her immediately, but I held onto patience for Dakota to make the decision for herself.
Her body, her choice.
But fear tingled in the base of my spine?—
“You won’t hurt me,” she said, tilting her head back, pleading with her eyes. “Please.”
I caught Jon’s gaze, and the trust and devotion in his stare tightened my chest.
“We’ll go slow,” I said, returning my attention to Dakota, my heart full to overflowing with love for them both.
“And if it becomes too much,” Jon tacked on, “you gotta let us know, baby.”
“I will,” she whispered while flashing a radiant smile up at me then our beta.
Breed.
I chuckled at my inner beast’s vocal demand I allowed him to voice so both Jon and Dakota would hear through our bond, I stood and swept her into my arms.
“Your dragon is a bossy fucker,” Jon said even though his desire to do the same came through loud and clear through the energy connecting us.
I’d done nothing but dominate when mating with my lovers as said fucker ordered over and again, but it was time to show Jon that I belonged to him just as much he did to me.
Creating life together would be the second most important act outside bonding the three of us could take part in.
And in this, I would submit myself to him.
Lying on our bed, I shifted Dakota atop me where I wanted her. “Give me your mouth, mon coeur,” I murmured, my grip on her hips keeping her from backing herself onto my hard cock.
“Elijah,” she whispered before lowering her soft chest to mine and flicking her tongue over my lip. A few languid licks, gentle nips, and I ended our kiss, holding her gaze as my taint pulsed a stream of pre-cum over my rigid shaft.
“Jon,” I beckoned, allowing the bond to speak the rest of the words in my head directly to his mind.
