Page 83 of Drawn By Dragonblood
We were connected, strange and far beyond the magic I was beginning to believe resided in the rock surrounding us.
Dakota, naked in my arms with a light blanket wrapped around her, nuzzled against my neck with a sigh. I tightened my hold on her, breathing in her warm sunshine scent.
Any sense of modesty had long since flown the goddamned coop. I didn’t see clothing anywhere in our near future, unless I sat at the desk deep in the bowels of the cave alongside my boss and others could see us on camera.
Elijah stood in front of the stove, a hot as fuck sight with broad shoulders and muscle rippling clear down to his bare ass.
Fuck, what a fine set of globes that man had. Looked hard enough to bounce pennies off of.
Would he ever let me bury my dick inside him? The man was pure top—I doubted he would bottom for anyone. Would he take my ass if I asked?
The thought of him shoving his huge cock up my backside while Dakota watched made my dick twitch, and I bit back a groan.
Even with a little blue pill, I doubted any normal human could fuck as much as I’d been doing since meeting Elijah.
A voice inside me snickered over that truth, and I found myself smirking—and wanting to reach for my cock.
The fuck, man? Give it a rest.
I blew out a breath. So much for our plan where we wooed Dakota up into Elijah’s room and romanced her into begging for us both. It was supposed to be a sweet pampering, a gentle loving on her body.
But no. We’d fucked her standing, her poor holes taking a couple of lust-crazed animals.
She let out a sigh and rubbed her cheek against my neck.
“Okay?” I murmured another check-in while trailing my fingertips over her back.
“More than,” she whispered rather than the “yes” I’d received the first three or so times I’d asked.
Assured my wife rested easy, my eyes returned to Elijah’s flexing ass as he moved about the kitchen in nothing but an apron.
The scent of bacon had my mouth watering, but it was his naked backside a few feet away that made me hungry in a whole different way.
Dakota placed her hand over my heart. “What are you thinking?”
“That I like hanging out here at our new friend’s house.”
Elijah chuckled at my answer and turned, a bowl of scrambled eggs in one hand, bacon in the other—and his flaccid cock creating a luscious bulge between his thick thighs. “Breakfast, Jon.”
I jerked my focus up and grinned. He was one bossy fucker, but I didn’t care in the least. “No plans, man. Just enjoying the view. Almost as good as a pair of gray sweats.”
Dakota shifted in my arms. “Damn, you two are so hot.”
I’d never been so happy in my life. My hot-as-fuck wife who adored me and a man we both couldn’t seem to get enough of more than willing to give us anything—who wouldn’t be?
The risk of us all finally fucking had paid off, and I was more than here for it continuing.
Elijah tore off the apron and sat. Dakota climbed off me to sit in the chair to my left, between us men right where she belonged. Smiling like idiots, the three of us dug into our food as though we’d just run a marathon.
Twice, I got up to refill our coffee, and the heat of Elijah’s stare on my ass made all sorts of butterflies go wild in my stomach. I’d decided to just roll with it, to see where whatever it was happening took us. If that meant me spread out for him to feast on while my wife watched, I wouldn’t complain.
Or vice versa.
The atmosphere of Elijah’s home had me ready for anything.
I finished eating first and relaxed, draping one arm over the back of my chair, legs spread, and hand on my thigh close to my semi.
The blanket draped over Dakota’s shoulder slipped, revealing the top of her breast, but she didn’t seem to notice. Hair a rumpled mess, cheeks pink, she damn near stole my breath when glancing up at me through her lashes, her eyes green as spring grass. “What?” she whispered.
