Page 22 of Drawn By Dragonblood
His dimpled smile melted my damn heart and allowed me to draw a breath.
He had to know what Elijah did to me. Hell, there was no way to hide our host turned me on, and same as earlier, Jon acted as though he didn’t care. Then again, perhaps his own guilt over being all hot and bothered by Elijah swayed his emotional response.
Unsettled by the energy between us, the shame, and the longing for Jon’s cock—again—caused such a shitstorm in my brain, I couldn’t think straight.
“There’s too much testosterone in this room for me,” I said with a breathless laugh, trying like hell to keep from fidgeting and making the moment even more awkward.
One of Elijah’s eyebrows popped up, and he glanced over at Jon. I did the same to find him still grinning at me.
“How’d you sleep?” my husband asked.
“G-good.” I returned his smile, but it wobbled as I glanced at Elijah again. “I dreamed about a dragon.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, reheating my face as the vivid images of riding the beast swept through my head.
Soaked, rubbing against its warm body, my arousal coating its scales...
My pulse thrummed, and I licked my lower lip while forcing my attention back on Jon. “I—I’m going to heat up a can of stew,” I stumbled hastily to get the words out. “Do you want some?” I ran my hands down my thighs, my skin itching for someone else’s touch.
“I already planned to prepare something for dinner,” Elijah said, his low, sexy voice pulling my focus again. “You’re welcome to join me.”
“Thank you.” If my body didn’t betray me, my needy voice sure as hell just had.
Elijah didn’t return my strained smile but continued to stare at me with an intensity that weakened my knees.
Mumbling something about needing a drink, I spun and hightailed it back up the stairs on wobbly legs. Jon’s quick footfalls sounded behind me, but I didn’t stop until I stood in the kitchen.
He wrapped his sweaty arms around me and nuzzled my neck as though he was starved for affection. “You wear the rumpled, I’ve-just-been-fucked look so damn well, baby. I want to sink into your sweet pussy again.”
I sagged into his embrace with a sigh as he licked from my collarbone to my ear.
“Pretty sure Elijah was thinking the same damn thing,” Jon whispered. I tensed to pull away, but he tightened his hold on me. “The man has good taste.” He suckled my lobe into his hot mouth, and a shiver of goose bumps rose across my arms.
Rather than question his lack of jealousy over another man wanting me, I breathed a partial sigh of relief. If only I could turn my body off toward Elijah, we might be okay.
“You wear the post-workout body damn well,” I said, my voice still loaded with arousal.
“Mmm.” Jon nuzzled my neck again. “What about Elijah?”
My heart stalled out, and I swallowed hard. “E-Elijah?”
“Mmm,” Jon murmured again, his tongue flicking my ear. “All that hard muscle. Dripping sweat...”
“He’s all right, I suppose,” I managed past the quaking in my stomach.
“Just all right?” Jon chuckled and grasped my chin, turning my head toward him. Rather than anger burning in his crystal blue eyes, a whole lot of lust leaked from his steady gaze and liquified my bones. “Admit it. The man is hot as fuck.”
“The man is hot as fuck,” I echoed on autopilot, my voice a mere whisper.
Jon captured my mouth with a ferocity I hadn’t felt from him since we’d first started fooling around. His tongue swept into my mouth, laying claim to what already belonged to him. I hadn’t admitted jack shit—I’d only echoed his words out of surprise at the factual tone he’d used.
Jon thought Elijah was hot as fuck.
I moaned against my husband’s mouth, lifting my hands up to grasp his unbound hair. Damp strands stuck to my fingers, and I held tighter as he slid one hand over my front to cup me through my leggings.
“You’re soaked,” he said against my mouth.
Murmuring my agreement, I rubbed against his hand, seeking the release I’d wanted upon waking.
The thought Elijah might climb the stairs behind us and catch us in a lust-crazed embrace only made me burn hotter.
