Page 46 of Drawn By Dragonblood
That damned voice again.
Same as earlier in the day when I’d submitted to my instincts and found Elijah’s dungeon room, I gave over to the need driving Dakota and me crazy. Putting my wife on display hadn’t been planned, but the second I’d made the move, something clicked inside me, erasing all doubt about what had been brewing—and that guilt that had been riding me since laying eyes on Elijah.
I was meant to be the catalyst I realized in that moment, the one to bridge the gap between them, but I also needed both of their consent.
“Do you trust me, baby?” I murmured against the soft skin of my wife’s neck.
“In everything,” she whispered, her words more along the lines of a pant than bold declaration as she melted against me.
Elijah’s gaze didn’t leave my hand as I moved beneath Dakota’s leggings. His body tensed, hands fisted at his side as though he fought off the need to pounce on what my wife and I wanted to experience with him.
“I...” He let out a rush of air and groaned, grasping the bulge in his slacks and squeezing while I slipped a finger into Dakota’s pussy. “Fuck.”
His low, rumbled curse, the first we’d heard pass his lips, had Dakota clenching around me. Her head tipped back to rest on my shoulder, my dick pulsing against the lush globes of her ass.
“I didn’t—” Elijah swallowed audibly “—I didn’t offer you shelter from the storm nor a job in expectation of anything in return.” His voice strained, low and rumbly.
Hot as fuck.
My dick bucked against the material separating me from sinking into my wife’s warmth.
“I know you didn’t.” I slid a second finger inside Dakota, and she gasped, following my favorite sound in the world with her throaty moan. Hand stilling against her sopping heat, I waited for Elijah to meet my gaze.
Dakota whimpered and dug her fingernails into my forearm in attempts to make me move, but I held her still on my lap, refusing to give her what she needed until our host agreed to what I’d started.
Elijah finally lifted his attention to my face as though hearing my unspoken request.
Promise of relief I’d been chasing since first seeing him lay in his pale eyes, and remembering that damned black cross in his basement, my balls seized on the verge of nutting without skin-on-skin contact.
“I want both of you.” Elijah’s quiet, low bass confession caused pre-cum to ooze from my throbbing cock.
I shuddered beneath my wife over someone finally laying out on the goddamned table what had been burning among the three of us since we’d shared oatmeal beside our campfire.
As far as I was concerned, there would be no stopping the train barreling us toward a completion I sensed would be life-changing.
“Do you want Elijah to make you come?” I rasped against Dakota’s ear, completely ensnared by Elijah’s intense stare promising me the kind of satisfaction I hadn’t thought would fulfill me but now craved more than another sip of oxygen into my lungs.
If he wished to string me up with chains and flog my body until I sagged in spent elation, I wouldn’t deny him.
“Mmm.” Dakota writhed in my arms, and while I was aware of what the sound meant, perhaps Elijah didn’t.
“Is that a yes, baby?”
“O-only if it’s what you want. If you’re absolutely sure.”
Not the simple yes I’d hoped to hear in that moment, but I knew my wife’s body, the fantasies she’d always shared with me when she was in the mood to fuck.
I slipped my hand from beneath her clothing.
“Wh—”
“Elijah is going to remove your leggings,” I cut off her sure complaint and flicked open another button of Elijah’s shirt. “Then he’s going to do what he’s been watching me do to you the past couple of days—eat your juicy pussy until you cream all over his face.”
Elijah and Dakota’s lust-filled curses hit my ears at the same time, the tension between them zapping like a live wire.
Our host didn’t deny what I’d been wondering about with those cameras he had placed around his home. I’d found one by accident and had gone looking for more. He had them in every room except for the guest bathrooms. Turned out Elijah had five empty guest chambers upstairs along with his master suite Dakota and I had decided to not fuck in during his absence.
“Dakota?” Elijah whispered her name, his need for her verbal consent assuring me of his respect and care for my wife.
