Page 65 of Drawn By Dragonblood
My inner beast growled his annoyance at me.
“I’m unable to move on as quickly as you,” I reminded him quietly while striding away from the office.
Weak.
I ignored his mutter.
And Dakota…
I’d had a moment of vulnerability earlier in the kitchen and hadn’t been able to contain the truth in my soul about what I longed for. Her desire for me couldn’t be hidden, yet she’d outright refused me. While I should have been pleased by her strength and wanting to remain faithful to her husband, I couldn’t help my own jealousy over the emotions she held for him. I longed for both of my mates to experience the sense of ownership I felt toward them, for their desires to bond to match my own.
Breed.
“That too,” I agreed with a mutter, my heart heavy.
Two hours trapped in the room with Jon, my mind replaying the kiss he and I had shared and the stroking of each other’s bodies, had taken my human side to the breaking point. My cock swollen and aching from close proximity, I’d needed to distance myself. Gather my thoughts and rein in the steaming dragon within before I lost the constant battle against his renewed push to claim since being patient didn’t seem to be working in our favor.
I sat on the weight bench, my head in my hands, trying to find the serenity I had while practicing my tai chi but failed. Breathing deeply and flowing through the poses in my mind cleared my head slightly but didn’t lessen my yearning for my mates to love me fully and without manipulation.
At least my dragon half remained quiet rather than pushing against my boundaries like he had in Jon’s presence.
Still, I felt as though a thousand-pound weight lay upon my chest, suffocating the life in my lungs.
I sensed Jon moving up the hallway, and I straightened, arms dropping to my sides.
He appeared in the doorway, his gaze focused on me, a slight frown furrowing his brow. “Break time?”
I shrugged, at a complete loss of words. Would telling him the truth in my heart sway him toward accepting what grew between us? Would doing so plant thoughts in his mind he wouldn’t have considered otherwise, thus taking away his free will?
The beast within me growled over being too careful, but I refused to mess with fate’s intentions and perhaps lose the two people I desired most in life.
Jon sauntered to the pull-up bar and grabbed hold, his T-shirt lifting and revealing a stretch of golden skin. The V of muscles alongside his hip bones above his low-slung jeans ensnared my focus. He flexed his arms and hauled himself upward without effort. Five steady reps, and I couldn’t tear my gaze from that peek of skin, the tease of what lay below.
He lowered his feet and stood but kept his hands clasped around the bar. “See something you like?”
My groin throbbed in response.
The smirk in his tone—on his face when I glanced up—confused me, considering his lack of interaction or words before work when I’d expected some sort of negative outcome.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my tone wary even to my own ears.
“Doing what?”
I ran my hands through my hair, the urge to move toward him, slam him against the wall, and claim what belonged to me wreaking such havoc in my body I shifted on the weight bench.
Take.
“Tell me what you want, Jon,” I demanded, knowing he would obey—but only sharing his thoughts, unswayed by my own.
His smirk faded as he held my stare. “Fuck if I can figure it out. I want to see my wife happy—content.” His jaw ticked to the side as though he considered a deeper truth. “But I yearn for more.”
Yessss.
I was on my feet and approaching him before I realized my inner beast moved my human legs, but I quickly regained control. Heart pounding, I hovered in front of my beta, breathing in his heightened exhales bathing my face.
Arms still overhead, he didn’t shy away or even flinch at my unnatural speed to close the distance between us. Jon held my gaze as though unsurprised, his blue eyes unshuttered and revealing a vulnerability that made me want to weep.
Submission lay in his gaze when it’d been absent the night before while peering up at me from his kneeling position.
