Page 92 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Regardless of what went on in his mind, they both smelled delicious and made me crave to have them naked and kneeling before me.
They’d had sex while at their apartment—the slight scent of their cum clung to them—but I wasn’t bothered by their shared intimacy. I hated to miss watching or possibly participating but couldn’t fault them for trying to slake their thirst for what they really yearned for, even if Jon no longer seemed to be open to the progression of submission he’d seemed so graciously accepting of.
He needed assurance, of which I would gladly give him.
Eventually. Once we had complete privacy.
I focused on Dakota. “I’m sure a tour would bore you, mon coeur, but perhaps you would at least like to see the robots Jon has mastered with his dexterous fingers?”
Jon’s gaze lightened and flared with heat, exactly as I’d hoped for. Just short of a good boy I expected he might enjoy hearing, but I hadn’t wanted to sound manipulative. I’d merely spoken truth, nothing that Dakota hadn’t already declared about her husband.
For the next hour while touring the lab rooms, my thoughts raced. As much as Jon wished to keep me from burrowing into his mind and heart, I’d already lodged myself there. If not by the taste of my cum and the draw of our shared dragonblood, then by his submitting to my kiss, his body to my leading.
Like me, I expected he feared being hurt. Trusting the wrong man with his heart.
I needed to show him I desired more than just his body, that I wanted his every thought, his faults, and insecurities, to bear them all so he wouldn’t have to.
I longed to set him free, but I feared what seeing him on his knees again in such an act might require of him. I’d told myself after Dolyn’s disappearance that I would never trust a man who seemed to willingly present himself before me in an act of submission.
Dolyn claimed he had given himself fully while kneeling before me, and he’d ripped my heart out.
No. Jon’s act of laying his heart and body at my feet would be different than Dolyn’s untruthful act. There would be no question when my beta submitted himself fully to me. I would make sure of it one way or another.
Neither of my mates had the required authorization from the government to see half of the things I showed to them, but the two humans belonged to me—and I owned the items currently in my lab, so I didn’t fear showing them all I’d created and accomplished.
The armor, black and scalelike, drew them both to the glass enclosures the items were kept inside like a museum’s greatest treasure. Fingers pressed against the glass, they both stared. Dakota’s mouth parted as she took in how the overhead light glinted like a rainbow on the armor’s surface.
“What do you think?” I asked, wishing I could watch them both at the same time—see what emotions played on their faces, if they recognized what I’d fashioned for my robots. Both had admitted to dreaming about their alpha in our true form, a dragon covered in black scales like those they stared at.
Jon shook his head, his lips pressed tight as he stepped back. He seemed doubly wary. Scared. Unsteady as reality and fantasy clashed in his brain. Did he guess at the truth of what I was? Who he was? Having stood before the cross in my dungeon I’d covered in the same scalelike material, I expected a riot of words clambered in his brain.
Dakota’s pulse thrummed in her neck, and she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze off what I had fashioned after my true form.
Shoulders tensed and hands shoving into his pockets, Jon glanced back at me, his gorgeous blue eyes shut down completely to any delving I might wish to do into his thoughts. “You dreamed of a dragon like I did as a child, didn’t you?”
“Something like that,” I found myself murmuring rather than giving him the truth as he deserved.
Oh, how I longed to tell them of our fate since their birth, lay every last inch of my soul bare to them, but until Jon knew my heart and trusted me, he would probably see me keeping the truth from them as a lie. That was something I couldn’t afford him to think if he learned of the other fibs I’d told in attempts to keep them close by.
Manipulation.
I gritted my teeth.
“It’s beautiful,” Dakota whispered, her fingertips trailing down the enclosure. “Just like the dragon I dreamed about.”
The heat of Jon’s stare was like a lick of flames across my face, and I swallowed against the thickness in my throat over her willingness to state her thoughts aloud. She would have to be my focus, and hopefully, Jon would in time see I meant them no harm.
“We could go to my apartment and order some dinner, or we could eat out,” I suggested, my voice ragged and torn over what might lay ahead when I’d been so sure of having made progress in bonding with my mates.
“Takeout sounds good to me.” Dakota flashed me a smile, her huge pupils letting me know she wanted more than just dinner.
“Jon?” He still peered at me, unsmiling yet a hint of vulnerability thankfully showing in his eyes.
“Yeah. Sure,” he muttered, but Dakota didn’t seem to catch onto his unease.
She slid her hand into his, leaned her head on his shoulder, and brushed her knuckles over mine.
While I would have loved to claim her, let every person who worked for me see the three of us physically connected even if only holding hands, Jon wasn’t yet ready.
