Page 82 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Fuck,” he panted the word, and I released one hand from Dakota’s backside to grasp his hip, keeping him close—his wife fully impaled on both of our cocks.
Dakota groaned against my neck, shuddering.
The combined scents of my mates and the musk of sex swirled in my nose, filled my brain, until all I could feel, all I could sense was their bodies, their hearts beating in harmony with mine.
My shaft throbbed against Jon’s, but I kept us still, savoring the moment.
Please.
Please.
Please.
The word echoed, but only one inner voice sounded familiar.
I growled, releasing my hold on the instinct to breed.
Dakota’s whimper at my retreat singed my blood, tensing every muscle in my body as I thrust back in, desperate to shove through her cervix and bury inside her womb.
Jon rutted in time with me as though he too lost his restraint.
“Yes.” Dakota cried out between us. “Please…m-more. Need to come.”
“We’ll take care of you, baby,” Jon promised, his tone ragged and breathless. His blue eyes hazed by passion, the pink flush over his cheekbones making his freckles stand out in stark relief, was a gorgeous sight to behold, a memory I would never forget.
He snaked his hand between us, fingers teasing over her folds and along my length as I continued to fuck up into her soaked core.
She gasped and convulsed in my arms, clutching at me. Wet heat erupted around my cock, far beyond a normal female human release.
My dragon roared as her pussy clenched my shaft, her body begging me to give what it craved.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jon slammed into her ass, both of us buried deep.
We came as one, pulsing and spilling inside her body, grunts and curses echoing in my ears.
Euphoria rushed through me, and even though we didn’t spill our seed together against her womb, satisfaction and a deeper emotion swelled inside my chest.
Home.
I leaned in to take my beta’s mouth once more, now more than ever determined to keep him and our female forever.
Chapter 30
Jonathan
I did that. Me. Jonathan mother-fucking Ebel.
Satisfaction kept me floating on a high, long after we cleaned up and Dakota lay curled on my lap, truly spent for the first time since stepping foot into Elijah’s lair.
Double penetration had been her fantasy, but my thoughts put into words with Elijah last night had gotten us where we’d wanted to be since first meeting.
Fucking like goddamn animals without a single sense of selfishness to be found among the three of us.
Utter perfection, Dakota had whispered once we’d both stilled inside her body, spent and sated.
Yeah, Elijah might have taken the lead the night before, but he’d backed off with his alpha shit, allowing Dakota and I to move on instinct until climaxing.
We’d been three bodies entwined in rapture as one—but it felt like a hell of a lot more.
