Page 69 of Drawn By Dragonblood
And I was pretty fucking sure he’d seen in my eyes what I hadn’t been able to speak.
Something potent had ignited among the three of us, and I didn’t hate how Elijah had finally taken the reins in guiding us forward together since both Dakota and I had been tongue-tied and unable to make another move.
I would swear on my wife’s life that we’d been meant to run across him in the White Mountains, that fate had somehow led us to his lair when we’d planned on the Bahamas.
And I wanted this. Him.
I dropped to my knees, and a sense of rightness flooded through me.
“Good boy.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I swallowed hard as his words lit me up from the inside out and once more made my dick hard as granite.
Chapter 26
Dakota
Jon had quickly kicked his jeans off and crawled toward me at Elijah’s command. Although he’d just released over Elijah’s hand, Jon’s unfocused, lust-filled gaze on my pussy made my breath catch.
I’d been brutally honest in finally admitting what I wanted, but lingering fear over my husband’s reaction erased from my mind at the look in Jon’s eyes.
He prowled across the rock floor like a predator, his hair falling around his face. Lips parted, he stared, his blue eyes intent upon my swollen folds as I grasped the backs of my knees and bared myself fully. Arousal leaked from my pussy down my ass crack.
Awareness of Elijah’s gaze on both of us caused my pussy to pulse and kept my heart thumping at a rapid pace.
Jon’s hands closed over mine, our fingers lacing behind my knees. He lifted his gaze up to my face.
Undying love shone from him as our souls connected on a deep level in the way they always did. Assurance of his love rushed through me.
He flashed his dimples, and I shuddered.
“Please,” I whispered, my throat tight.
Holding my gaze, Jon licked me from asshole to clit, his tongue like silken fire in lapping up my cum.
“G-God...” I bit the inside of my lip as he repeated the motion.
With lips, teeth, and tongue, he showed me how much he loved me, worshiping every inch of my swollen labia and protruding clit. I wanted another release—needed it like my panting mouth did water, my lungs, oxygen.
“Jon,” I whimpered his name, writhing against his hold on my thighs.
“Come for us.” Elijah’s command worked like the flip of a switch.
I detonated, arching and crying out.
Jon groaned, shoving his tongue deep into my pulsing pussy until I went lax, sprawled and barely able to keep my thighs spread.
Elijah advanced on us, erection freed from his slacks, Jon’s cum all over his hand acting as lube as he stroked himself.
Another rush of lust swept over me, tingling my toes and earning a growl of appreciation from Jon as he lapped at me.
Too much…I couldn’t… My mind tumbled, lost in a swarm of emotion so overwhelming tears leaked from the corners of my eyes.
Need.
The quiet whisper in my mind gave voice to the desperation I felt in the deepest parts of me.
