Page 74 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Without a word, I descended the stairs and walked into the sunken living room. I settled onto the couch a few feet away and angled toward him, close enough I could see a glass of wine in his hand.
“My apologies for leaving without word.” He kept his voice low, the deep bass sending a shiver down my spine that curled around to my front and zapped at my balls.
“Are you all right?” I asked, fighting to see his eyes in the darkness while adjusting my junk.
“I am…unsettled,” he finally answered, his voice portraying a vulnerability I’d never expected from him considering his usual confidence.
“You regret what we did?”
“No.” He quickly corrected where my mind had gone. “It’s—complicated.”
“We’ve been ignoring this elephant long enough, Elijah. Talk to me. Let’s figure this shit out.”
He exhaled deeply. “Part of me longed to make demands that I have no right to speak to either of you, but my other half refuses to push. Consent is of utmost importance to me.”
“Do you have, like, a split-personality or something?”
Elijah huffed a quiet laugh. “Not exactly, but I do have conflicting desires. My intention yesterday had been to lead us all down a path the three of us seem to want, but part of me began to lose control.”
“Seemed as though you had your shit together to me.” I shrugged even though he probably couldn’t see the action.
“I needed some space to…calm myself.”
“Understandable.” I sat back, arms along the back of the couch. “So you’re feeling better now?”
“Much, thank you.”
We sat in silence for a few seconds but far from uncomfortable. Well, except for the bulge in my shorts Elijah’s presence always caused.
“You’re good with us staying here?” I questioned.
“Yes.”
“And I’m still your employee?”
“Hopefully for the foreseeable future.”
I grinned into the darkness, loving how easily we communicated when we’d been hoarding our own thoughts for too damned long. Shit was easier this way.
Made my dick fucking hard and the rest of me like a live, strung wire.
Or maybe that was just Elijah’s presence.
“I’ve never wanted to submit to anyone or anything,” I admitted, laying myself bare since he’d opened up to me. “But you…goddamn, when you’re whispering those lust-laced commands in my ear… Fuck.” I shifted on the couch as my dick began to swell.
“You desire to submit to me.”
“I don’t,” I clarified, “but my body sure as fuck does. I’ve never been attracted to a man. Never wanted another man’s cock in my mouth. Hell—” I snorted a laugh, “if you’d told me two weeks ago I’d actually like the taste of a man’s spunk, I’d have knocked you out.”
Elijah chuckled. “You could try.”
“Hmm.” I peered through the darkness, wishing the damn moon shone brighter outside the massive windows. “That sounds like a good time.”
Silence, luscious enough to seize my balls, rose over us as I imagined grappling with Elijah, our bodies entwined and sweaty. Our dicks hard and leaking all the fuck over each other.
“What about Dakota?” His question jerked me back to reality.
“What about her?”
