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But I couldn’t help craving Elijah. His assured touch.
His dick.
The sound of my husband’s hurried footsteps behind me heightened my pulse and my need to be filled. This time, I would focus on him alone and ignore the fantasy itching my thoughts about a mythical creature and threesomes I’d never even considered until meeting Elijah.
Chapter 11
Elijah
I knew the second Dakota had stepped onto the veranda. With every passing second she had stayed at the railing, the more her arousal had filled the brisk air and roused my dragon to wakefulness when he usually slumbered through my morning ritual. Her presence had overridden my focus, and I couldn’t help but glance up at her. Frozen in Single Whip pose, everything but her pull on me had diminished to static in my mind.
Lips parted, pupils huge, she’d stared.
Come to us.
My dragon’s command to our female echoed between my ears, and I’d held my breath, waiting, my selfishness wishing she broke her husband’s heart in that moment.
She’d spun away.
My arms had dropped to my sides as my beast groaned his misery, and I’d straightened, head tilted back in hopes she would appear above me once more. Some time had passed before I accepted she’d denied us.
I grabbed my towel before heading back through the hidden lower entrance near the wine cellar, pondering the desire among the three of us and Jon’s insecurities he’d silently revealed the evening before. Being in his alpha’s house would call to the dragonblood in him, make him want to submit to me, but he didn’t seem the type to bow down to another man’s command.
Same as Dolyn.
I clenched my jaw, refusing to think on the man and how his name echoing in my head still caused a sting in my chest.
The longer my real mates remained in my presence, the better. If only I could figure out a way to get them to stay of their own accord.
Shackles.
“No,” I grumbled under my breath.
Rope.
I shook my head at my dragon’s insistence I take what belonged to us rather than wait for their initiations as was required for a lasting bond. I refused to lose my humanity to instinct no matter how badly I ached to claim my mates.
I found myself alone in the main living area when I passed the staircase threshold leading from the lower levels. A deep breath and careful listening assured me they hadn’t yet left. Jon’s cup of coffee sat untouched on the counter, Dakota’s barely-sipped mug of tea beside it.
Did Jon catch her watching me? Could he smell her thick arousal as I had? Did jealousy eat at him this morning when it hadn’t seemed to the day before?
Moving up the stairs toward the bedrooms, I focused on the sound of running water. They showered, I realized while passing their cracked-open door.
My foot stumbled at Dakota’s soft whimper of pleasure.
Want.
Jaw clenched, I continued on toward my room even though the unclosed door suggested it’d been done as an invitation to join them.
Get ready for the day and think up a way to make them stay, I told myself, trying to shut out the sounds of my mates and the resulting images my brain created that only heightened my dragon’s desperation to own them both. My mind didn’t offer the answer to the conundrum I faced, and until I returned downstairs, intent on a cup of coffee and seeing both of their faces, my palms sweated and heart raced at the truth they would leave me shortly.
Abandon me to loneliness I’d barely survived when my ex-lover had disappeared all those years ago.
Steaming mug in hand, I stood in the kitchen, listening as Jon and Dakota exited their room and made their way down the hall. Backpacks loaded and in hand, neither met my gaze while walking down the stairs. The thumps of their dropped bags sounded loud, like a dead weight falling to the ground—exactly as my heart did.
No one spoke.
Jon peered at me, Dakota’s gaze flitting between the two of us. Although freshly showered, their hair still damp, the scent of their combined cum clung to them. My dragon wanted to smear mine over both of them, chain them up, and force a mating they might not want.
