Page 13 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Same as down the mountain, Jon followed on my heels.
“Real coffee?” Jon asked.
“Freshly ground beans and French press real,” Elijah replied with a light chuckle while climbing the stone risers.
“Thank fuck, and yes, please.”
I laughed at Jon’s mutter. He’d been full of complaints over the instant “shit” he had been sipping every morning on the trail. The man loved his coffee, piping hot and black as sin.
A hallway opened ahead of us, wide enough we could walk side by side without bumping. An occasional section of rock wall jutted out, man-made with stones so snugly stacked together I couldn’t find a trace of mortar. I trailed my fingers over the strangely warm granite, realizing the overhead lights brightened as we approached and faded to dim behind us.
Maybe we had fallen into Middle Earth somehow, I mused rather than focusing on the fact a mountain rose above us. The ancient cave should have constricted my lungs, but fresh air filled the space, the high ceilings keeping my usual claustrophobia at bay. Rather than feeling closed in, I experienced tranquility seeping into my bones regardless of the continuing fire-like passion Elijah’s presence had awoken inside me.
He opened one of the massive oaken doors lining the rock wall and motioned us inside. “This will be your room for the duration of your stay,” he said, his low rumbling voice like a hot tongue lapping at my swollen, aching clit.
I squeezed my thighs together.
“There is a full bathroom to your right,” he continued, unaware of how deeply he affected my body.
A glass slider ahead let in a bit of natural light as rain slashed against it. One of the balconies I’d noticed from the veranda lay outside with its wrought iron rail. Lightning flashed across the sky beyond.
A similar storm continued to rage inside me, a desperate need for release.
“Just in time,” Jon said, setting his backpack on the floor.
Dangling lights slowly brightened as though welcoming guests but not by a dimmer switch. I glanced back at Elijah who stood by the door with his hands clasped in front of him.
A gentle smile lifted his full lips, hardening my nipples to tight points even my sweatshirt couldn’t hide.
I tore my gaze off him and glanced around, taking in the wonder of his ridiculously crazy home that was just as alluring as he was. The rock ceiling soared overhead. A huge bed lay on the left, a small, antique bench at its foot. Two bureaus sat against one wall, thick throw rugs bracketed the bed’s frame, and an open door on the right beckoned me.
I moved across the room, all too aware of Elijah’s gaze on me, and paused in the doorway. The bathroom dwarfed our entire one-room apartment. It contained a large sunken bathtub, double sinks, and a shower big enough for three.
A shiver licked down my spine at the image of Elijah, Jon, and me beneath the spray together, steam and the scent of sex flooding the space as they both filled me to bursting, first with their cocks then cum.
Something inside me purred like a happy kitten, an inner noise I’d never heard before.
Jon cleared his throat, and I blinked the vivid, mouthwatering image of the three of us together away.
I don’t want anyone other than Jon, I told myself, adding a few swear words for good measure to make sure my traitorous body got the hint.
The door to the bedroom clicked shut, and Jon’s arms wrapped around me from behind, his chin on my shoulder. “You okay?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear.
It wasn’t the right time for words—especially since I had no clue how to verbalize everything I’d experienced since Elijah had appeared in our camp.
I turned my face toward my husband and attacked his mouth with all my pent-up lust, my soul needing to connect with his again, to remind us both that I belonged to him alone.
Chapter 5
Elijah
Both of my mates felt the pull between us, of that I had no doubt.
Dakota fought it, feared it and the fact it might hurt her husband. Even though she and I hadn’t yet bonded with my beta as the bridge between us, I experienced a hint of the emotional undercurrents rushing through her heart and thoughts. Desire, hesitancy, lust, fear, and a rightness she didn’t yet understand teased at my mind due to the connection already forging due to our close proximity.
I longed to cradle her in my arms, offer comfort as her alpha ought to.
But one fingertip on her sweet flesh would snap my slight hold on the beast prowling and gnashing its teeth beneath my skin.
