Page 84 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“You’re beautiful.”
The redness in her cheeks darkened.
“Was it better than your fantasy?” I asked, still smiling.
She swallowed and cast a quick look at Elijah. “Yes.”
“What else do you have going on in that little head of yours?”
Dakota pursed her lips, but I wasn’t about to let my question go unanswered.
“Elijah and I spoke last night, and we both want to continue exploring this attraction drawing us to one another,” I said.
Dakota glanced back and forth between the two of us, her tongue flicking out to touch her top lip. “You do?”
Breathless and needy—my favorite tone of voice on her.
“Yes,” we both said at the same time, causing her to shift under our combined stares.
“But,” I said, trailing my fingers down her neck to the swell of her exposed breast, “I’m not going to take things any further unless you want to.”
She blinked up at me.
“This is a decision you need to make for yourself, Dakota, just like when you gave into your desire to kiss him. Don’t do it because I’m hot for more. Do it because you want me—and him—for the next four weeks, or however long this lasts.”
Forever, the voice whispered in my head, and longing for that very thing sent an ache through my chest painful enough I rubbed a hand over my pecs.
“I’m ashamed to say that I do desire you both,” she whispered. “Too much.”
“No need to feel that way, baby.” I rubbed my thumb over her lower lip to keep her from nibbling on it. “And your agreeing isn’t going to hurt me in any way.” I stared into her eyes, hoping she read the truth cemented in my heart.
She breathed a heavy sigh, completely relaxing into her chair. “So now what?” She glanced at Elijah, who’d been mostly silent.
“That’s up to you, my sweet, sexual goddess who’s coming into her own,” I spoke before he could answer.
Dakota laughed at my statement, her eyes glowing.
Fuck yeah—I’d done that too.
But she’d been the one stepping outside of her comfort zone, and I hoped she continued down that same path because goddamn, I liked that voracious side of her.
“The guest room is yours for as long as you want it,” Elijah said, “but I would love nothing more than if you would both join me in my bedroom. I have plenty of room in my bed and would prefer to have you both as close to me as possible—for as long as possible.”
Dakota and I nodded together without consulting each other.
Fuck yeah.
Elijah’s focus shifted between us, a smile curving his generous lips I wouldn’t mind nibbling on. “There are no expectations on my end, no rules. Enjoy each other, allow me to pleasure you both—the limits are up to you.”
“I don’t have any,” I said without hesitation.
Dakota licked her lower lip. “You don’t mind if Elijah fucks me again?” The vulnerability in her eyes sent that ache through my damn chest for a second time in too short a span.
“Nope—watching him fill up your needy pussy was hot as fuck. Felt good on my finger in there with him too.”
She shifted on her chair. “What if he, uh…wants to fuck you?”
I focused on Elijah’s pale eyes as he turned his attention to my face.
