Page 75 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Does she know your desires, and does she feel the same way toward me?”
“Better fucking believe it. My wife has a lot of fantasies that include the two of us.”
Elijah shifted but didn’t close the space between us like I half wanted him to do. “Is that so?”
“Call her a good girl, and she’ll probably do just about anything you ask.”
“And you?”
I snorted. “I won’t lie and say I hated you telling me I was a good boy. Not sure I’ll follow orders as willingly as she might though.”
He muttered something that sounded an awful lot like we’ll see about that.
I opened my mouth to question him, but he beat me to it.
“You’re the bridge between us, Jon. Dakota has seemed to find her voice, but she will still look to you to make decisions when it comes to your marriage—and who you invite into your bed.”
“So it’s up to me,” I reworded what I hoped I had right. “Meaning I get to be in control next time, because there sure as fuck will be a next time.”
Elijah snickered. “You will be the one to initiate, but never doubt who is the alpha among us.”
I should have laughed or at the very least scoffed at the word that would have made my wife swoon.
Nope.
Yearning to kneel before Elijah and worship his fucking everything rolled over me at the title he’d given himself. Come to think of it…he’d called me beta when ordering me to come while I’d been buried balls deep inside my wife.
“Goddamn.” I adjusted my aching dick, more on board with this fantasy shit than I’d ever have expected of myself. “So, uh, I have this idea.”
“I’m open and willing to give you whatever I’m able to.” Elijah reminded me of what he’d said not long after we’d met.
Nothing was free. Everything came with a cost.
One positive about my negative outlook—low expectations didn’t leave space for disappointment. Internally, I’d given up hope of ever impregnating my wife, and I’d planned on becoming a trash guy once we’d returned to New York in order to provide for my wife.
But now?
I got to game for a living. Sort of.
We might not ever get the family Dakota and I had dreamed about, but Elijah had proved himself enough that I chose to take a risk in seeking out fulfillment of another of my wife’s desires.
Chapter 28
Dakota
Same as the previous morning, I woke before Jon and slipped out of bed, lower lip between my teeth. Instead of making my way downstairs, however, I tiptoed to our bedroom window, hopeful yet filled with fear that Elijah hadn’t yet returned to us.
The sight of him glowing in the rising sun, flowing from one pose to the next on the smaller veranda far below, eased tension I hadn’t realized rode my shoulders as it’d done for most of the previous day during his absence.
A shuddered sigh of relief swept through me, bringing a smile to my lips. I’d been afraid that what I’d felt for sure had been meant to be had gone awry, and insecurities had hammered at my brain until I’d finally fallen asleep.
Elijah had returned home to us?—
“Mmm.” Jon ran his hands over my ass cheeks while crowding close in all his naked glory. “You’re so damn beautiful backlit in the window like this.” He nuzzled my neck with his warm lips while grinding his hard length through my crack. “These delicious curves.” Firm hands mapped my front, and he hummed his appreciation a few times, especially when sliding fingers between my thighs and finding me wet. “Watching my hot as fuck boss do his morning ritual?”
No trace of jealousy laced his question.
I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck and widening my stance so he was free to explore. “Yes.”
