Page 17 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Jon,” she chided quietly, pink flushing her face.
“Dakota?” I murmured her name, enjoying how bumps rose across her arms as though my voice caressed her flesh.
“I-I would like to hear that story if you don’t mind,” Dakota said and sipped her tea while Jon settled back against the cushion, taking another swallow from his mug.
“Goddamn, that’s the good shit,” he moaned.
I grimaced over the fact he drank the bitter brew black while my inner beast whimpered his need for more of those noises to fall from our beta’s lips.
My own sweetened and blond coffee in hand, I propped one ankle over the opposite knee and began. “Centuries ago, dragons ruled the land while man fought for existence.”
“Dragons?” One of Jon’s brows rose as he smirked, revealing his dimples I wished to lick. He glanced at Dakota. “It’s like Elijah plucked that fairytale straight out of your brain,” he said with a light chuckle.
“I love dragon everything,” Dakota said, smiling at me, her eyes alight with glorious happiness.
The beast inside me purred. “Then you will enjoy this story.”
Rain continued to fall. Thunder rumbled over the mountains, and lightning flashed through the one-way windows overlooking the mountains that usually flooded the interior with light, but my human guests sat in comfort as I shared the story of the Blood Born’s downfall. Rather than openly declaring myself a direct descendent of those who lived in the cave before me, I spun the magical into the reality of inheriting the home my fathers had built for my mother—but kept the truth of me being the offspring of a triad rather than a couple to myself.
Leaving out that my birth occurred nearly five hundred years earlier seemed appropriate until they were ready to hear the truth of what I was—and who they were to me.
Dakota stared, her dreamy expression proof of her love of supposed myth. I could imagine her daydreaming I was the last of the dragonblood I’d told them about.
Jon seemed more settled in what humans saw as truth, one eyebrow arched again, a flashed grin over what he thought to be nothing but a false tale to perhaps enchant his lovely wife. “Dragons and fated mates—right up Dakota’s alley.” He laughed again, but his amusement didn’t ring true to my ears. “It must have cost millions.” He changed the subject, glancing around the massive cave I hid myself in when not needing to travel to Manhattan or Europe for business. Wariness had crept into his tone and eyes, making me wonder over his thoughts, insecurities, or suspicions.
“It cost enough,” I agreed, thinking about the ease with which a dragon could melt and move rock.
I wondered—no, I hoped—they would both come to learn the extent to which I would reshape the earth to please them both given the chance.
Chapter 6
Jonathan
“So, your ancestors were dragon shifters?” Dakota asked with a dreamy sigh.
“I’ll bet he farts glitter and shits rainbows too,” I said with a laugh while tugging on a few strands of her hair to keep her brain rooted in reality.
She glared at me and playfully swatted at my hand. “I happen to enjoy having my head in the clouds, thank you very much.”
“I know, and I wouldn’t have you any other way,” I murmured, leaning in to brush my lips over hers.
Our gazes remained locked, our smiles fixed in place as I rested my forehead on hers. We’d had one hell of an explosive fuck in Elijah’s bathroom. I’d taken her up against the door, both of us still mostly clothed. We’d been desperate for release, a shared hunger that flared brighter than we’d ever experienced.
Her sweet pussy had welcomed me with slickness and heat, a silken glove to milk my dick and drain my balls dry. I’d come so goddamn hard my legs went weak, but I’d managed to get her limp body into the shower and washed from hair to toes.
We didn’t say more than two words to each other and only out of necessity. It was like my tongue was tied up in knots or some shit. Maybe a spell had fallen over us when we’d walked into Elijah’s strange home. One meant to bind our thoughts, hearts, and goddamned bodies.
Couldn’t deny that final idea kept my blood hot and sac heavy.
After showering in near silence, we’d dressed when I’d rather have gone naked. Everything about Elijah’s home felt so fucking…natural. Right. Like we’d been meant to enter his kick-ass cave that comforted like a warm blanket on a cold night.
Elijah moved into the kitchen with our empty mugs. He’d never acknowledged Dakota’s question about being a descendent of the Blood Born, ridiculous as it was.
I sat back, my gaze trailing after him. The carefully combed hair, the wide shoulders, and ripple of muscle across his back beneath his tight T-shirt tempted every cell in my straight body.
Was it any wonder Dakota lusted after the man?
Add in the tale about dragons and fated love, and he could be my wife’s fairytale come true.
