Page 57 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Had I thoroughly fucked shit up?
Chapter 21
Elijah
I had wanted to take Dakota to my room, lay her on my bed, and demand Jon join us—and never leave. And even though I fought my dragon, teeth gnashing, at the memory of finding release with them, I’d left them alone in their own bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
Dakota had lapped at and swallowed my pre-cum that didn’t contain seed like a human’s. The slickness intended for easing my mate’s ability to take me didn’t have the potency to rob her of consent like the spurts I’d shot upon my own skin rather than hers.
They had retained their freedom to choose and would need space. Time to assure the other of their love, dedication, and all the things a committed couple needed to do after involving another person in their sex life. For I had no doubt that would be the next step in our relationship—and I couldn’t wait to taste them both again.
Jon’s strong grip on my cock had been the biggest temptation for me. The alpha in me needed to establish the beta’s position before I had any hope of mating with the female. She would have to come to her own conclusion about where her heart rested, but if Jon gave into my dominance first, I expected her choice would be easier.
She wanted sexual gratification, but I couldn’t yet tell if she felt drawn to me in the same way Jon was. He, at least, recognized the connection enough to kneel without being told, but his position on the floor had only gone that far. There’d been no submission in his eyes. Or in his kiss.
Dakota had gone along with what her husband had put into action, but was she ready to submit to me, to recognize she belonged to me as much as she did to Jon?
Yes, she’d spoken of her wish to see the two of us together, but I’d yet to get a clear read on her desire outside of climaxing due to my touch.
Humans and their misconstrued notions of love and same-sex relationships... So many in the non-human world had evolved centuries earlier from one male, one female. The humans would eventually catch up to the other creatures of the universe, but I believed it would be hundreds of years before that happened.
Strict religious teachings, like leading lambs by the powerful, the manipulative, had gotten humanity to a point of closed-mindedness that didn’t leave room for the truth of evolution. Besides world religions through the ages, I had also studied psychology and recognized the symptoms of a man having spent his childhood beneath a narcissist. Both Jon and Dakota had told me they’d grown up in foster care and didn’t know their birth parents. Neither had said much beyond that, but I was well aware of when to let a matter lie.
Jon’s childhood with such a caretaker would explain his love for Dakota. She accepted him and built him up with words of edification.
What I needed to do in order to win his affection was to show my unconditional love.
Yes, love, I admitted to myself while my inner beast grumbled about our weaker human side.
I thought I had experienced what that emotion was, but I’d never felt the all-consuming need to shelter, nurture, and protect like I did with both of my mates. And what a welcomed feeling it was.
I stepped into my room, believing I might have found a way to true happiness but couldn’t imagine the joy of bonding would fully bring.
The sight of my bed drew me up short.
I’d been fantasizing about having Jon and Dakota both there, but memories of another swamped my mind.
Bonds tying him to the frame.
A massive plug in his ass to ready his hole for my cock.
His denial to taste my cum, his fear from being forcefully made to submit his beast to mine.
My other half’s grumbles escaped as a rumble in my chest.
“I can’t help how the human heart feels, the grief that his leaving us still holds over me,” I murmured in the stillness, tearing my focus off my mattress and heading for the bathroom.
Dolyn had only been meant to share a short time in my existence, and we’d enjoyed years together, creating mostly beautiful memories.
I’d been hesitant to accept his demise after failing to locate him, but I no longer would live in denial of his death. Closure would have eased my transition of transferring my loyalty and love to those intended for me. Perhaps knowing his final resting place would allow me the freedom from grief that lingered longer than was healthy.
Hot water pelted me from all sides as I stood in the shower, arm against the tile, my forehead resting alongside. A heavy sigh released some of the tension still riding my mind.
I’d been too domineering, too demanding with Dolyn, in attempts to cling to what I’d longed for.
A mate.
Now, both rested in my cave, and I would not overstep bounds or make another mistake.
