Page 52 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Chapter 19
Dakota
Elijah spoke to both of us but peered at Jon while making his claim. His low, vulnerable voice was potent enough to thicken the sexual tension between the two men as they stared at each other.
Jon and I should have talked over what we’d done. How our world tipped, taking us out of our comfort zone. How he’d shaken hands in agreement to a job when he should have been wary, considering how his best friend had let him go without notice.
It seemed he trusted Elijah, his spirit definitely boosted by the decision he’d made.
I should have told him so while he’d washed me clean of Elijah and his cum. But my tongue remained tied because I couldn’t figure out what the hell was happening among the three of us.
And Elijah’s claim about giving us whatever lay in his power to do?
His words couldn’t have been a declaration of love, so what was it? An offering of his body to satiate the obvious lust that continued to simmer and zap in the air around us?
Or was it something insanely more? A promise that went beyond human instinct and desire to seek out sexual fulfillment?
The two men continued to study each other, and I almost felt like a fly on the wall—and suddenly wished that I was. If I didn’t sit between them, would they act on their need for each other? Would Elijah grasp Jon’s neck and yank him close, claim his lips like he seemed desperate to do?
I had no doubt that was how it would play out between the two—Elijah, the alpha, my Jon his submissive. Hot enough alone to dampen my panties, but put them together in what I realized were their natural tendencies?
Sexy as fuck, Jon would say, even if he’d never shown a hint of interest in bending to any man’s will before let alone someone as powerful as Elijah’s presence radiated. The images of Jon giving himself to Elijah flashed through my head, renewing my hunger with aching force.
I whimpered, and quickly bit my lip as both of their gazes latched onto me as though my needy noise broke the little world they’d been encased in. I hadn’t meant to intrude, but I couldn’t quiet my rising arousal.
“What’s on your mind, baby?” Jon asked, his pupils blown.
My face heated as I imagined him on his knees before Elijah, peering up with him with blatant hunger only Elijah could satisfy.
And I didn’t care that I wasn’t enough, that Jon had desires we needed a third in order to sate.
Elijah had brought something to life in both Jon and me, meant to be shared in equal measure. Acknowledging the truth made a hint of my hidden inner fierceness rise to the surface, stretching at its newfound freedom from insecurity.
Jon had taken a step on his own, and it was time for me to do the same and make a choice without leaning on him again.
“Dakota?” Elijah pressed, but it wasn’t the command in his voice that opened my mouth.
It was a yearning for fulfillment of things I hadn’t realized I wanted until that moment—and the figurative balls to speak my desires.
“If I wasn’t here...” I glanced between the two, unsure of how to word my thoughts in a way that didn’t make me sound like a sexual deviant.
“You want to know how we would act on our mutual desire?” Elijah questioned quietly without a hint of judgment in his tone.
My insides jittered with sweet excitement that bordered on anxiety. “Yes.” My reply sounded more definite than I’d expected, considering my past inability to speak up. I glanced at Jon, breath held.
“Well, well, well.” He smirked, flashing his dimples. “It seems we have another voyeur on our hands.”
A rumble escaped Elijah, but I couldn’t tear my focus off my husband’s glinting baby blues.
“So, if Elijah and I pretended you weren’t here, and we got it on, you’d be a sopping, panting mess? Even more than you probably already are?”
My thighs pressed tightly together as a wave of lust pulsed through my core. “Yes,” I repeated with the same assurance.
A twinkle lit in Jon’s eye as he took my full bottle of beer from my trembling hands and sat it on the coffee table.
“Sit back, baby,” he murmured with a wink. “We’re gonna reward you for speaking up.”
Jon had always claimed he would give me the world, and his words suggested he’d continue doing so if I continued to ask for what I desired.
