Page 128 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Fuck yeah,” he muttered, climbing onto the mattress and straddling my thighs. He grasped the base of my cock and pulled on Dakota’s hip from atop my hand, shifting her backward. “Fill her up with that thick dick. Soak her insides so she’s nice and slick for us.”
My dragon growled at being told what to do even though Jon’s demand was exactly what he lusted for.
Jon guided my cockhead into our female’s already wet heat and pulled her firmly onto my shaft until I buried against her cervix.
I fought to hold still and groaned as another pulse through my groin flooded her insides, readying the way for us to breed her properly.
“Oh my God,” she breathed as my pre-cum oozed from her hole to drip off my tight sac. Her attempt to wiggle and grind her clit on my pelvis ended at a slap of Jon’s palm on her backside.
“Wait.”
She hmphed and pouted.
Snickering, I lifted my head to lick over her lower lip. “So impatient.”
“You know how long I’ve been fantasizing about this?”
“Too long,” I answered since nothing she thought on could be hidden from me or our beta.
“Hurry, Jon,” she demanded, and I grasped her hips once more to make her obey. “I can feel how badly your balls are throbbing to bury inside me—oh fuck.” She whimpered and went boneless at Jon’s finger probing her entrance.
I hissed through clenched teeth as he slithered his index finger along the back of my length inside her body.
“Mmm, so tight,” he murmured, shifting closer. “Goddamn soaked, baby. Fuck yeah. Gonna feel so good shoving my dick up inside you with this thick cock.”
Dakota moaned, arching as he pushed in a second, stroking along my throbbing shaft.
Breed!
Jon chuckled, his pupils blown wide so that only a ring of blue remained as he stared down at me. “Patience, mate. We need to make sure she’s ready for us.”
I hissed at him along with my dragon but didn’t argue.
“I’m good.” Dakota hastened to assure us on a gasp.
Please, three beast-like voices echoed through our bond.
Jon slid his fingers free from her body and shifted closer on his knees. “Slow,” he said as though commanding the six halves of us about to become one. “Easy.” He rubbed the slickened crown of his cock over my balls to gather my pre-cum, and I growled. His lopsided smirk popped his dimples free, and I shuddered at the swell of emotion in my chest. “Love you too, sexy beast,” he said with a wink and pressed forward.
Our female’s body gave way, allowing his tip to slip inside. A guttural moan sounded as she pushed up onto her elbows and arched deeply.
“Mon coeur?” I cradled her face in my hands, her panted exhales hot on my wrists.
“I—I’m find…don’t stop, Jon.”
He pressed in deeper, stretching her around our combined girths.
She moaned her discomfort I could feel burning through my own groin. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she said, her voice determined, “or I’ll be the one wielding that damn cane next time he chains you to the cross, Jon Ebel, swear to fucking God.”
A shot of lust from my beta accompanied my chuckle.
One day soon, I would sit on the sidelines and enjoy watching our fierce female dominate our beta.
“Jesus,” Jon hissed, sinking in halfway until another hint of stinging zapped through my veins.
Silence hovered as though all three voices and those of our beasts were at a loss of words. Time stood still as pain gave way to pleasure and we hovered on the edge.
“At your leisure, my love,” I murmured, holding Jon’s gaze.
