Page 45 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Biting the inside of my lip, I fought off the sudden tears stinging my eyes at the memory of his face when I’d told him I needed some time alone after that public fallout all those years ago. I hadn’t wanted to break up with Jon, but our argument—all thanks to that gorgeous blond god of a guy—ended us on a jagged, agonizing note. We’d parted ways for two days before an intense craving, a desperation to connect with my other half had sent me crawling back to him.
Jon had cried in my arms when I begged him to give me another chance. He’d sobbed, pleading with me to never rip out his heart like that again.
I swallowed thickness from my throat as he and Elijah finally released hands, and Jon swiveled his head my way. A slow smile starting to reveal his dimples dissolved when his focus landed on my face. “You okay, baby?”
I jerked my head in a quick nod, desperate to squash the remembered pain and guilt that lingered regardless of his forgiveness. “J-Just happy,” I managed to whisper as a tear slid down my cheek.
“Come here.”
I did as told, curling up on Jon’s lap, my bare foot brushing across Elijah’s thigh. An electrical-like charge swept up my leg straight to my clit, and our gazes locked as I laid my head on Jon’s chest, my heart no longer calm or steady but erratic in its beating.
Our host’s pale eyes didn’t even try to hide the truth of his want as his gaze slid down over my hard nipples poking out from his shirt.
But it wasn’t simply lust radiating off Elijah. The intensity in his crystalline blue eyes held unspoken promises and declarations that sent me floundering in a swelling sea of emotion.
Desire roused, but so much more than a mere yearning for physical release.
Jon was no longer enough—I bet my life we’d been meant to have a third. Felt sure of it in the deepest reaches of my psyche.
The fire crackled, and I flinched at the intrusion of the tense silence that had settled over us. Jon rubbed his thumb in circles on my thigh, but the action only heightened my need to be touched and taken by them both.
Jon’s cock swelled against my side when he should have tensed with anger over the fact another man looked at me the way Elijah continued to do.
Before I could figure out the why of Jon’s lack of jealousy, he shifted sideways to face Elijah, pulling my back to his chest, his hard cock resting against my ass cheeks. He swept my hair off my shoulder and nuzzled my neck. My heart skipped a beat—and another as he flicked open a button of Elijah’s shirt, revealing more of my breasts to the man I craved as much as I did my husband.
I trusted Jon with my everything, but I couldn’t melt into his embrace without knowing where his thoughts were.
Chapter 17
Jonathan
The tension had pulled tight among the three of us, and something had to give or I’d lose my goddamned mind.
“What are you doing?” Dakota whispered as I started on another button, my gaze set on Elijah’s face.
He stared at my hands baring my wife to his hungry gaze, his nostrils flared, lips parted.
My intentions?
To give my wife what she desired because doing so would lessen my guilt for wanting the same. Was it infidelity for us to indulge in a threesome?
I didn’t believe so, especially since Dakota didn’t fight my instigating an affair all three of us had been dying for.
I’d made the right choice in denying my supposed friend a taste of my wife, but doing the same with Elijah, who respected us enough to not even dare ask, didn’t sit right in my head. No red flags waved, no booming voice insisting I whisk Dakota away from Elijah’s potent virility.
Sharing her with him felt right in that moment, and I needed him just as badly as he appeared to want both of us.
Another button popped free beneath my fingers, causing Elijah’s shirt to gape open, and I reached beneath the fabric, palming Dakota’s full breast that overflowed from my palm.
“Jon?” She questioned me again, her whisper cut short as I brushed my thumb over her hard nipple.
“I’m offering Elijah what he’s been drooling over since the moment he laid eyes on you,” I finally answered her, my other hand running over her stomach to palm her hot, soaked pussy through her pants. “What you want but haven’t been able to voice, sweet wife of mine.”
Her audible swallow sounded loud in the heavy silence hovering over the living area, but she didn’t argue the truth I’d spoken.
I licked the shell of her ear and slid my hand beneath her leggings, down over her silken pubic bone, straight to the wetness seeping for me—for him.
Yes.
