Page 48 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Mmm.” She hummed her agreement and pressed her breasts upward, creating a plump shelf for me to blow my load onto.
“Come with me, Elijah,” I begged.
He stood beside me in a wave of heat and energy, and I glanced at his face, squeezing my dick to keep from shooting too soon. The pulse in his neck throbbed, the scent of his pre-cum slamming into me like a wall as he pulled his massive dick from his pants.
“Together,” he said, his deep voice sounding as tight as my body.
“Yes,” Dakota whispered, peering up at us, worshiping us with lust in her blown pupils.
I stroked down my length, my balls throbbing. “Fucking hell—gonna come so goddamned hard.” My taint spasmed, and I groaned. “Fuck. Can’t—” A string of cum erupted from my shaft, spurting across Dakota’s chest.
A rumbling growl left Elijah’s parted lips as his shot atop mine, marking my wife.
Dakota gasped, her gaze on Elijah’s face as our cum laced over her chest.
A few more curses flew past my lips as I milked myself, the sight of our spunk on my wife’s skin sending a rush of satisfaction through me. I’d only instigated the whole scene with the intent to relieve tension, but my obsession for my new boss took root in my goddamn head—and cock.
I’d either seriously screwed up or had started us on a path toward heaven on earth.
Chapter 18
Elijah
Spent but not nearly finished, I tucked my still-hard cock back into my slacks, my attention riveted on the ropes of my cum across our female’s breasts.
Still, Dakota stared at me, her mouth parted, a hint of wonder in her eyes. “It tingles,” she whispered, finally glancing down at the mess we’d made on her flushed skin.
Feed.
I clenched my jaw. Walls had tumbled to dust between us, but I wouldn’t force more than they were ready to consent to.
My cum would give my mates what they needed to extend their human lives for longer than nature intended, and the desire for more would override rational thought until they bore my mark.
Unwanted or otherwise.
I could command Jon to lick her clean, and I expected he would. I could tell Dakota to suck my essence off her husband’s tongue, and there was no doubt in my mind she would obey.
Yessss.
My jaw clenched.
They would choose me of their own volition, not be forced by their dragonblood’s instinctive desire for more.
“Taste him.” Jon’s command—oh, how I loved his desire to be alpha if only for a moment—roused the dominant animal inside me.
I opened my mouth to stop the action, but my inner beast strangled my voice with a cackle of glee. Helpless, I could only watch as my two humans made their own decisions.
But if they knew the truth?—
Dakota smeared her finger in the cum on her skin and sucked the digit clean. The widening of her eyes, her rapid blinks, the pink flush to her cheeks incited renewed need to course through my body.
Yessss!
I whimpered against the beast roaring inside me.
Jon studied his wife swallowing our seed while I stood rooted, trembling from the effort to regain complete control once more.
“Do you like it?” he asked, swiping his own finger through the sticky mess and offering it to her.
