Page 59 of Drawn By Dragonblood
We would do everything within our power to drag out the days and hours, taking advantage of every minute allowed to us.
Pink and hints of red streaked across the sky before I returned home, keeping toward the backside of the mountain lest Jon and Dakota were awake and watching for me from the northern side where all the windows overlooked.
I took on my human form outside of the garage before letting myself into our home. Silence hung over the cave, so after retrieving my clothing from the veranda, I made my way down to the lower outcropping for my morning ritual of tai chi I was in a better headspace to enjoy. Within minutes of meditating through motion, serenity descended, easing my mind of all stress. I flowed through each pose effortlessly until sweat poured from me and the sun kissed my face.
My skin pebbled a second before the scent of Dakota swept past me, but I continued my practice, fighting my cock’s desire to swell. The click of her camera sounded loud in my ears, but I pretended I wasn’t aware she captured me with her lens.
A second shiver licked at my spine. Jon watched as well. Unable to concentrate any longer, I lifted my head.
Dakota stood at the railing above me same as before, alone, a blanket wrapped around her. Cheeks flushed, she stared at me, her camera lowered, hands trembling.
Come to me, we silently bid her, but lower lip between her teeth, she turned away.
My attention roamed upward, seeking out Jon. I could sense him looking down at me through their darkened bedroom window, but he disappeared a heartbeat later. Quickly. As though he couldn’t bear the sight of me.
Stomach tight, I grabbed my towel and entered the door leading into the lower cavern. Did he regret our actions from the night before? Did he hate that his wife watched me? Took pictures of me?
Heart racing, I donned my T-shirt and hurried upstairs in fear of the sure conflict ahead of us that could very well tear my mates away from me.
Chapter 22
Dakota
I’d felt Jon’s gaze on me while I stared at Elijah through my lens and finally captured images of him with my camera. Guilt swamped me even though we’d stepped beyond friendship, and I had no reason to feel that way. What had transpired had been Jon’s idea, after all.
We hadn’t spoken of what took place the night before, and Jon snored when I’d climbed out of bed and grabbed my camera. I’d hurried downstairs, intent on the veranda, only remembering at the last second to grab a throw from the couch to ward off the cold morning air.
I’d sensed Elijah before I’d seen him, and I once more questioned the magical air of his mountain. Fanciful I had always been, but something about his cavern home made me believe perhaps the paranormal world wasn’t as much fiction as humans believed.
How else would someone other than Jon catch my eye?
My breath had stalled out at the sight of Elijah—hair dampened by sweat and glinting in the rising sun. Sweat slickened his bare torso and brow, and my tongue had tingled with the need to lick him from head to toes. The memory of the sweetness of his pre-cum, the silken glide of his cock against the back of my throat had caused my too-empty pussy to clench. Pulse thrumming in my neck, I’d bitten the inside of my lip and clicked away, focusing in on the light and shadows of his luscious body.
Elijah had lifted his head, and desire rolled over me at the need in his crystalline eyes.
My body had longed to go to him as though he’d made a verbal command, but the hairs on my neck stood on end. I hadn’t needed to look above me to know Jon peered down at me. I’d turned without attempting to meet my husband’s gaze in the one-way glass and walked inside, trying like hell to focus on the preparations Elijah had left out for our morning coffee and tea rather than the unease standing the hairs on my nape.
Would Jon be upset that I’d gone down to watch Elijah rather than waking him as I’d done the previous three days? Every morning, I’d had my lips around his soft cock, sucking, licking, and nipping until he lost control and flipped me onto my belly, hand tangled in my hair, fucking me from behind until we both lay spent.
Lower lip between my teeth and hands shaking, I poured boiling water over the grounds in the French press and into my mug with the tea bag Elijah had placed in it.
“Morning, baby.” Jon’s sleepy and calm voice from the top of the stairs encouraged me to tip my head back.
His slow smirk warmed my belly.
I smiled back, the lack of anger or judgment in his eyes easing my anxiety. “Morning.”
Scratching his balls through the shorts he’d pulled on, same as every morning, he moved down the stairs, and I turned away, chuckling. Why had I worried myself? Jon was the love of my life, and he knew it.
He wrapped his arms around me from behind as he was fond of doing and kissed my neck, a slight scent of soap from our shower the evening before clinging to his skin and filling my greedy nose. “Missed your mouth this morning.”
I sighed and pressed my ass against him, a thrill of that newfound sexual prowess seeping into my blood and giving me the desire to be bolder than usual. “I’ll make up for it after coffee if you want.”
“Pretty sure I’m supposed to start work, but I can tell my boss I’ll be a little late.” He ground his hips against me, making me aware his cock was interested in what he’d said.
“Probably not the best way to start a new job, though.”
“Yeah,” he muttered beneath his breath.
