Page 78 of Drawn By Dragonblood
I felt tiny in his arms, but somehow, we fit together perfectly, his hard length digging into my belly.
Want.
“Want,” I gasped aloud against his hungry mouth.
Elijah cradled my face in his hands, his essence twining with what felt like a newly awakened part of my soul.
Chapter 29
Elijah
She tasted like spring flowers and sunshine—and she owned my heart the second she opened to my tongue to deepen our kiss. While Jon stirred lust and my violent nature, Dakota soothed, eased the darkness within me, and I wanted to weep from the depth of my need for her.
The evening prior, I’d been desperate to lessen the burn in my blood and had taken to the sky to allow my beast his freedom away from our mates as was safest for the time being. The bond among us had strengthened in our finding mutual release but not nearly enough for me to be completely honest about what I was along with who they both were to me.
I’d lost control in the weight room, or rather, the beast side of me had taken over briefly as I’d painted our female with my seed.
Both she and Jon had tasted my cum again in my weakness, Dakota much more than him before I’d gained control over my impatient beast and stopped them. I’d wondered at her bright-eyed gaze while Jon had lain like a dead man on her breast, lapping at what would deny him free will.
My dragon had roared inside me at the sight, begging my human vocal cords to demand they swallow down every drop, flood their senses with us, begin the process of creating a bond so tight that only death had the power to part us.
My alpha father had done away with the practice of compulsion while I’d been but a youngster who had just learned what sex was, but I’d felt the animalistic instinct deep inside of me, clawing to be set free.
I’d teetered on the edge of losing my humanity but had found the strength to deny my beast and wipe our mates clean with my shirt.
Need.
The beast’s word was nothing but a whisper in my head now with the softness in my arms, the sweet breath of Dakota caressing my lips. I held her face in my hands, angling her to deepen the kiss that overwhelmed my mind and sent pulses down through my dick with the yearning to sink into her wet heat and gift her our seed.
Jon and I had made a plan, and his command had set it in motion, but I never expected to be so caught up from kissing her alone. My entire body shook from the potent energy we created, and I lusted to give Dakota the fantasy that Jon said she’d admitted to having.
He approached and moved his wife’s hair off her neck, and I slid my hands back down to her waist again, itching to reach behind her for my beta. A sexy moan eased past Dakota’s lips against mine.
Jon’s hand moved between us, and she gasped, tearing her mouth from mine and tilting her head back onto his shoulder.
“So wet,” he murmured while moving his lips over her neck in open-mouthed kisses that left traces of saliva among her skin.
I yanked her body closer, trapping Jon’s hand between her thighs and my cock.
“Mmm.” He caught my gaze, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and grabbed my length. “Someone likes the taste of my wife.”
Dakota wiggled between us, her moan jerking my cock in Jon’s hold, but I kept my focus on his face rather than closing my eyes and giving over to his hand moving along the front of my shorts. I released Dakota and grasped at Jon’s ass, keeping the three of us connected.
Kiss.
Jon blinked as though he heard my dragon’s plea, his lips parting.
Our mouths crashed together over Dakota’s shoulder. With teeth and tongue we warred but not for dominance. Lost in a haze of lust at having Jon’s mouth and Dakota’s lush body pressed against mine, a growl escaped my throat.
“Hot,” Dakota whispered, grinding against the hands trapped between us.
Jon and I had come up with a plan to please his wife, but our lust wouldn’t allow moving to my bedroom. I tore my mouth off Jon’s. “Take off your shorts,” I said, moving him back slightly.
As of the same mind, he stepped away and pushed them to the floor, freeing his cock.
I grasped the front of my shirt Dakota wore and ripped it down the front. Her breasts hung plump, ripe, and ready for my teeth, but I desired more. She worked the shirt off her arms, her passion-hazed, green eyes staring up into my face, swollen lips parted.
My claws wanted to expand and shred my shorts, and jaw clenched, I pushed them down with my hands instead.
