Page 67 of Drawn By Dragonblood
I held onto the bar with all my strength, my white-knuckled grip keeping me upright.
Elijah’s hand around my neck, his low voice in my ear wracked shudders through me.
And the sight of my wife obeying him without hesitation, unafraid for the first time to make a choice without my influence? Her independence only turned me on even the more. Seeing her take what she wanted…
Goddamn, the heat flaring among the three of us was going to burn my goddamned skin to ash.
She slid her hand beneath her panties, my voice echoing the moan leaking from her lips as she reached deep into her pussy.
“Show him, Dakota,” Elijah repeated his request.
Already panting, she pulled her hand from her leggings and lifted her fingers. They glistened with her wetness, and I swore the addictive sweetness of her teased at my nose across the distance separating us. Widened, her luminous green eyes showed, regardless of her owning her desires, she feared hurting me.
But she didn’t have to worry. My need for Elijah had to be twice as much as hers.
“It’s okay to want this, baby,” I whispered, my tone ragged.
“Just as it’s the same for you to desire me, Jon.”
Blinking, I tore my gaze off Dakota to find Elijah peering into my eyes, a satisfied curve lifting his lips at whatever he read on my face.
Definitely lust.
Yearning for a connection I couldn’t fathom yet craved.
And goddamned submission—to his desires, to his leading.
In that moment, I would have offered him anything. Everything.
Because I didn’t doubt that my wife would be right there with me, sharing in mutual need and fulfillment that I somehow knew only Elijah could give us.
“Please touch me,” I whispered.
Eyes darkening, Elijah reached inside my pants and wrapped his large hand around my dick.
My knees went weak, and I clutched at the bar with waning strength.
“Fuck.” I groaned at his strong grip, unlike Dakota’s or my own, so damn potent my balls seized up tight.
“You wish to please your wife.”
“Yes,” I panted even though he hadn’t asked a question.
“And me?”
“Fuck yes—anything. Jesus, fuck, Elijah.” I thrust into his grip, my entire body tensing.
“Finger yourself, sweet female,” Elijah murmured to Dakota without taking his focus off my face. “Find your pleasure in watching me make your husband come.”
He shoved me toward the wall at my back, and I let go of the bar. My fingers found purchase in his hair as he quickly yanked my jeans to my ankles. Standing once more, he squeezed my cock in his fist, his other hand holding my neck in a possessive yet tender grip. Energy radiated off him, licking at my skin, setting me on fire regardless of the cool stone pressing against my spine.
I couldn’t look away even if I’d tried.
Dakota whimpered, the needy noise causing my dick to buck in Elijah’s grasp.
His chest rumbled as pre-cum oozed from my slit and coated his palm. He leaned in close, beginning to work up and down my length. “Watch your wife, Jon. See how your submission makes her burn.”
It fucking hurt to tear my focus off his pale eyes overcome by black pupils, but I did as told, only needing to shift my head slightly to take her in.
