Page 50 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Dark pupils dominated the blue of his eyes, and I pushed hard against the desire to give him more. Coat his skin with my seed. Drown him in the fluid that would prolong his life so he would never be able to abandon me as Dolyn had?—
I stepped back at the thought of my ex and the sudden sting of sorrow that accompanied it.
Why was it he haunted me mere minutes after finding release with my mates? Shouldn’t sharing intimacy with them have wiped him from my mind?
Half of me yearned to join my beta and female in the shower, to continue exploring how we might pleasure one another. The other part of me wanted to lick old wounds and sit in a dark corner while feeling sorry for myself.
But I would do neither as I wished more to move forward.
If only the memories of my ex allowed me to do so.
The empathetic area of my human brain reminded me the married couple standing in silence before me would need time alone to discuss the line we’d crossed, so I prepared myself to leave them.
Would they regret their choice? Come to the conclusion they needed to put distance between us?
They didn’t yet know about fated mates, how creating another Blood Born required three with the ancient blood.
Not ready.
I agreed with the whisper even though he’d been insistent on forcing a bond. Now wasn’t the time to reveal the truth.
“I’ll be downstairs,” I said, glancing between Jon and Dakota.
Our female’s eyes swam with varied emotions, but her lack of regret eased the tension in my shoulders.
Jon nodded in agreement. The absence of wariness in his gaze suggested he too was okay with the choice he’d made to set us on this path.
I turned away, that sense of pain ripping muscle from bone as strong as when I’d flown to New York over leaving them behind. More potent than when I’d found Dolyn gone from our home that final time.
Dakota’s flavor lingered on my tongue, the scent of Jon’s release still in my lungs regardless of where my thoughts travelled.
My body ached to return to my mates’ sides.
How much more pain would I suffer should they come to the conclusion they’d made a mistake and decide to go back to that tiny apartment neither sounded attached to?
How badly would I wish for death to finally come and claim my weary soul?
I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, my heart heavy.
Telling Jon and Dakota the truth about me—and the blood in their veins—should have been a priority for me from the start, but the fear of rejection, the sure agony of being abandoned again paralyzed my lips.
Although the need to fuck them both still raged through my body, causing my dragon to shimmer beneath my skin, he finally seemed to understand the fragility of our situation.
We’d made gains in a natural connection with both mates individually as was necessary for a lasting bond, but the taste of our female’s release had softened my beast to a greater degree than I’d expected.
Fear of losing her now that we’d shared intimacy caused him to prowl beneath our skin—but he no longer demanded force.
Not once in my nearly five centuries had my inner beast shown a hint of insecurity, and his distress shook me to my core.
Help.
A hard swallow bobbed my throat at his whimper. “They need to love us of their own accord,” I murmured, my eyes clenched shut at the memory of the man who’d claimed to do so a decade ago. “Desperately, that the thought of living without us is not an option.”
But how to accomplish such a task?
Being under the same roof for four weeks would provide plenty of opportunity to strengthen our growing desire for one another. I could keep my travels to a minimum?—
The helicopter.
