Page 29 of Drawn By Dragonblood
My cock throbbed as I imagined him stroking deep inside her sopping core, gathering her slick arousal.
She grunted. “Jon.”
“I know, baby.” His arm flexed as I imagined he worked her open to take his cock.
“I’m ready—hurry.”
He leaned over her. “Relax and let me in.” His perfect peach of an ass flexed.
“God!” Dakota’s cry clenched my balls.
My beast growled, clawing for release, attempting to shred my human form from the inside out. But I needed to stay in control—watch my beta fill our female and bring her release.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight.” Shorts resting beneath his flexing backside, Jon took his wife’s offering.
Like a true pervert, I stared and masturbated, every inch of my human flesh vibrating in desperation to keep my dragon contained.
Her cries spurred Jon on and hastened my sliding grip along my throbbing length. Her hands grasped at his shirt, his hair, and I squeezed my hardened balls.
“M-more, Jon.” Dakota’s legs shuddered around his waist as she gasped, a moan following seconds later. “Harder. Please. Want to feel you every time I sit for the next week.”
“Fuck, baby—the shit you say sometimes. Goddamn your ass is so fucking hot. Silky smooth.”
He grunted and groaned words of love, his hips pistoning toward her, his ass flexing with every thrust. The combined scent of their desire rose, filling my home with the most divine bouquet.
Dakota shrieked, and Jon captured her mouth, muffling the glorious music of her release. Seconds later, he followed, his low growl of her name tingling deep within my groin.
I bit down on my lip as my dragon roared. We overflowed my fist with the seed that was meant to mix with our beta’s, breeding our female mate.
Chapter 9
Jonathan
Focusing on Dakota while fucking had proved harder than usual because Elijah’s fire and brimstone scent permeated damn near everything. He’d left us, but even the air simmered with the strangeness I felt between us whenever he stood close by.
Whispering endearments, declaring my love to Dakota over and over again didn’t diminish the truth I cheated on her mentally. Growling out her name when finally coming deep inside her ass, both of us sweat-drenched and out of breath, didn’t lessen my shame.
I collapsed atop her, completely spent. She still clutched at my ass with her heels, her hands holding tight to my back.
“God.” She swallowed loudly in the sudden stillness. “What was that?”
Burying my face in her neck, I fought off the truth about the situation I found myself in and how it made me feel.
Tempted.
Guilty.
“That was me loving you,” I lied.
She giggled. “You’ve got to start loving me every day, then. Holy shit, that was hot.”
“I do love you, Dakota,” I stated, more for me than to assure her.
“I know, baby.” She kissed my cheek and lifted my head, her soft hands cradling my cheeks. Lit only by the waving light of the fire’s embers, her face wasn’t readable. “You’re my world.” She whispered the statement, but I caught the hint of a question in her voice.
We shared everything, every thought, but mine toward Elijah, and hers as well, wasn’t something I was ready to or even wanted to discuss if I’d been able to. That shit made me too uncomfortable. Same as how he called to me, pushed me to lower my walls and let go of my usual caution.
The man scared the shit out of me, but my body couldn’t help but crave his nearness.
