Page 77 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Is everything all right in New York?” My words rushed out as he walked into the kitchen area, heightening my nervousness. “We’d noticed the helicopter was missing and assumed you’d had to go to the office.”
He tipped his head to the side, his smile turning lopsided as he halted beside my husband. “It was…something like that.”
“Morning,” Jon said, pulling him in for a bro hug as if they’d been best friends for decades.
I imagined all sorts of naughty things they’d been up to during the night, and heat flared to life between my thighs.
“Coffee?” Jon asked, stepping back first.
I stared, lost in a fog of need when I should have been pouting with jealousy.
They appeared completely at ease with each other. What the hell had gone down while I’d been sleeping?
“I can hear your brain working,” Jon said with a chuckle, drawing my gaze off Elijah’s happy trail I hadn’t realized I’d been focused on. “Fantasies got your head jumbled up?” my husband asked, stalking toward me.
“I—”
He plucked the spatula from my hand and reached around me to turn off the stovetop. “I know they’ve got your imagination running wild.”
Face hot, I glanced over at Elijah who leaned against the counter a few feet away.
All trace of nicety had disappeared from his eyes, replaced with the kind of heat that turned my insides to glowing embers. “I promise your husband and I behaved last night.”
“I wouldn’t care if you hadn’t,” I answered honestly, squeezing my thighs together again.
Jon moved out of my personal space without touching me and sat on a barstool, hands on his thighs. “Kiss him, Dakota.”
Blinking, my head whipped toward Jon. “Wh-what? Now?”
“Yes. Let him taste the sweetness of your mouth.”
God, did I want to, but I never would have been able to initiate on my own regardless of my new confidence.
My knees shook, but I shuffled to Elijah, instinctive need dictating I take what I craved.
He kept his hands on the edge of the counter behind him, his pale eyes seeming to delve into my soul, stealing my breath as I drew nearer.
I glanced back at Jon.
“Kiss him, baby. I know you want to.” His lips lifted in the smile that melted my heart and assured me of his desire for this. “I want you to.”
I took a step closer, mere inches separating me from Elijah. The heat of his skin seared my palm as I laid it over his thumping heart. Tilting my head back, I gazed up into his face.
“You must make this decision,” Elijah whispered, his sweet exhale caressing my face, “and not for anyone but yourself.”
“I am choosing you, Elijah.” I whispered the truth in my soul while lifting onto my tiptoes. I brushed my mouth across the second set of lips I had ever kissed.
Warmth rushed straight into the deepest reaches of me, far beyond my greedy pussy. The empty ache in my chest I only just realized had been waiting to be filled flooded with fulfillment in ways no climax could achieve.
Elijah groaned and grasped at me, his hands nearly spanning my waist, his fingertips digging into my flesh as though fearful I would step away and leave him unfulfilled.
As if. Jon had opened a can of worms that wouldn’t ever be hidden from the light of day ever again.
I arched into Elijah, parting my lips in offering to prove my want, not just my husband’s.
Elijah slid his tongue into my mouth, stroking. Tasting. Thrumming my heartbeat.
My head swam, and I clutched at his shoulders, unquenchable need to have him—all of him—to be one with this dark god, causing my entire body to tremble.
