Page 126 of Drawn By Dragonblood
I placed my palm against Elijah’s face, completely at ease with the wide mouth and sharp teeth displayed, regardless of how they appeared more than capable of ripping a human head completely off with one chomp. “You’re deliciously warm.” Humming, I ran my hand along his jaw and down over smooth scales.
Pale eyes blinked at us, and I stepped in closer, releasing my hold on Jon’s hand to wrap my arms around Elijah’s neck. Eyes closed, I breathed him deep into my lungs, no longer chilled by the late summer breeze.
Mine.
I chuckled over the possessive, deep voice tumbling through my mind and the whimper those words brought to Jon’s lips.
Breed.
A shot of need rushed through me. Mine, my husband’s, or our alpha’s, I couldn’t tell. Probably all three, considering how insatiable we were for each other.
Breed…
Longing far beyond being filled by my lovers and finding release beneath their touch flooded through me as the meaning of the word clarified in my mind.
I wanted a family. A child—children—of my own to nurture and love unconditionally.
It takes three dragonblood to create life.
I blinked at the full sentence whispered in my mind, something Elijah had warned us his beast rarely used to communicate.
“Well, fuck.” Sweet relief rolled through our bond from Jon, and tears smarted my eyes at the truth he’d kept from me for years.
He’d blamed himself for our inability to have a baby when all along it’d been fate that had been biding her time.
I reached for my husband, and he took my hand, moving close to wrap his arms around Elijah’s neck alongside mine. “Love you, Jon.”
“Love you more.”
A blasted hot exhale snorted from Elijah’s nostrils.
Love you both forever.
Epilogue - Elijah
A Handful of Bliss-filled Weeks Later…
I sniffed the wine Jon had poured into my glass, my gaze glued to his naked ass as he bent to set the bottle on the coffee table. Earlier that afternoon, I’d had him shackled to the cross with cane slashes lining his backside and Dakota tied to a bench, a vibrator bound against her clit and chained to the clamps biting her nipples.
The marks on Jon had faded as they always did, but the lust inside them hadn’t. They had both pleaded with me to let them come. Begged for relief.
I’d denied them, removing the vibrator from between Dakota’s legs before her body could take over her mind.
Such sweet submissives, my mates, always aiming to please me and do as I said even when it brought the most glorious pain from being edged for hours.
I’d promised to satisfy them—but in my time, after finding my own climax across Dakota’s breasts. I’d unstrapped Jon to watch him crawl to her, his tongue lapping at my cum and sharing it with her, their mouths greedy for the life-giving nourishment.
The memory of their moans, the wet sounds of her sucking my cum from his tongue, sent a fresh rush of need through me. We were insatiable for one another and had experimented in the dungeon and the bedroom, learning delicious means of pleasuring one another. Twice since our bonding, I’d felt Jon’s desire to mate in the same way, and I’d gladly given him his wish to be the bridge between his alpha and female.
Dakota’s inner desire, one she hadn’t yet voiced aloud, swelled me to the point of pain every time I considered what she longed for, what my beast often pushed for without words our mates would hear.
She snuggled against me, naked as always inside our lair, her sweetness tickling my nose as Jon settled on her other side, his gaze dropping to my swollen dick.
Clothing rarely remained on our bodies outside of work or when hiking through the cool fall air that invigorated our lungs and limbs. Unhindered access seemed to please us just fine when hidden away from the rest of the world.
I sipped my wine, waiting for my beta to voice the question in his head. While I was their alpha, the one they’d both submitted themselves to, I still refused to manipulate.
My inner beast submitted but growled his displeasure over my continued mindset. I watched my beta’s gaze roam over both my and Dakota’s bare flesh. Heat always rested in the deepest parts of me, but Jon’s hunger never ceased to kindle ember to flame.
