Page 71 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Elijah chuckled, one of his eyebrows quirking as he glanced down at the noodle-like body unmoving between my thighs. He ran his hand over mine clasped in Jon’s hair and down over his back.
Jon shuddered and arched like a cat before letting out a sigh. “You could probably lift and take me up to the highest point of this damn cave without losing your breath,” he muttered against my skin, his exhale warm over my nipple. “If your body wasn’t like a damned furnace and your cum so fucking tasty, I’d swear you were one of your robots.”
Elijah outright laughed, and as Jon finally pulled out of my body and stood, swaying, what he’d said registered in my brain.
Tasty cum.
I bit back giggles because he’d spoken the truth.
And I wanted more.
“Come along, sweet female.” Elijah swept me up into his strong arms as though forgetting I’d stated I was fine.
I didn’t argue but snuggled in close, sniffing along his warm neck, inhaling the comforting scent of embers, cinnamon, and sex.
Jon was quiet as he trailed along behind us while Elijah climbed the stairs. Cradled in his arms as though I was the queen of his world, his steady heart beat against my ear in one of the most soothing sounds on earth. The idea of having Jon’s chest pressed on my other side, holding me between the two of them rekindled life between my thighs.
I fought the need to squirm to alleviate the growing ache between my thighs.
Elijah pushed open our bedroom door. “What are you thinking about?” Elijah asked as though he could smell my arousal.
“Sex,” I stated bluntly since me speaking my mind had so far gotten me all sorts of delicious climaxes.
Jon snickered behind us, and I somehow knew he’d been focused on the same thing. Thankfully, he seemed the opposite of upset over my sudden sexual outspokenness.
There was something about Elijah…
He set me on my feet in the bathroom and started the shower.
Jon hugged me from behind, and I leaned against him, wanting to cuddle and fuck at the same time.
Elijah turned and took us in.
Both Jon and I held our breath, waiting for him to make the next move.
“Care for her,” he told Jon.
My husband nodded and swallowed—probably the same disappointment I felt as Elijah strode away from us.
Again.
Jon ushered me into the shower enclosure and crowded close, his hands on my backside. “Holy fuck, you’ve got one fine ass.”
All trace of exhaustion sounded gone from his voice, and I spun, wrapping my arms around his waist. “So now what?” I asked, deciding I was done waiting for him to address that damned elephant we’d been circling for days on end.
Fucking at Elijah’s command had definitely loosened my mind and tongue. I hoped Jon felt the same.
“Now,” he murmured with a glint in his eyes, “I wash every inch of your body, hoping to get those pussy juices flowing again so I can sink my cock into you. Or I could just use conditioner to lube up my dick and shove it up your ass.”
I snickered and pushed him back enough I could see his face. “I’m serious, Jon.”
“So am I.” His eyes shown with mischief as he once more reached for the bodywash.
“You couldn’t get it up for a third time that quickly even if you wanted to,” I muttered as he began sudsing up my torso.
“Don’t know about that.” He smirked and rubbed his flaccid dick against my thigh while turning me slightly to wash my back. “Something about this place—that man—makes me feel like a teenager again.”
Jon sank to his knees, taking care to wash me clear to my toes.
