Page 94 of Drawn By Dragonblood
I set my wine aside and stood, holding out my hand. She moved toward me and slipped her palm against mine, eyes luminous in the dim light. Dakota would be my focus, our female’s desires all that mattered. Knowing Jon would follow in whatever way I led, I decided to take advantage of that fact. Maybe he just needed to fuck his thoughts from his mind and find the peace he’d been experiencing earlier in the day when I’d dropped the two of them off at their apartment.
“Tell me what you want, mon coeur,” I murmured brushing her hair away from her flushed cheeks.
She licked her lower lip, her gaze flitting to Jon and back. “I want to watch,” she whispered, her cheeks tinging pink at the confession.
Yessss.
Lust sprang to life inside me as my dragon rumbled his approval. Stomach tight in expectation of refusal, I focused on Jon’s face—his parting lips, the slight widening of his pupils as I allowed my desire for him to show on my face. Perhaps he would allow me to love him, but if not, I would give him all of me, everything he desired if it meant easing his fears.
Chapter 34
Jonathan
My body fucking froze at Dakota’s confession. I’d expected her to want us both, and I was fine with fucking her with Elijah on the other side. Making myself available to him alone after the shit day I’d had didn’t sit well with me. Well, my damned dick was definitely on board. Aching and leaking, the fucking appendage couldn’t wait for his touch and whatever else he might have in mind.
“Jon?” he questioned quietly, and hearing my name on his lips melted me like I did with Dakota whenever I pulled her into my arms.
Fucking hell, this man.
Swallowing my groan, I nodded.
Heat flared in his pale eyes, the singe along my skin making my blood burn as I stood to follow him and an excited Dakota into his bedroom.
Hands fisted at my sides, I stayed back a few feet as Elijah pulled a plush chair close to his bed and Dakota curled her legs beneath her on its seat. He whispered in her ear, and her face flushed. She nodded up at him, the desire in her eyes, the smile on her lips a mirror of what I felt coursing through my damn body even though I tried to squash the need.
My brain remained shut tight behind a thick wall, safe from manipulation and hurt.
Seeing Ashley and Elijah face to face with each other didn’t suggest jack shit as far as my wondering over if they’d fucked or not. But Dakota had stared with renewed interest, and I fucking hated it more than I did my ex-best friend’s desire for my wife.
I felt both Dakota’s and Elijah’s stare on me.
I stood at a fucking crossroads that led into the unknown. It was dark down both paths and scared the fuck out of me.
Would caving in to fear and retreating make me lose what I shared with Dakota? She’d definitely gotten in over her head with Elijah—would I take a backseat, considering everything he could offer her that I couldn’t?
Giving her my full attention, I searched long and hard.
Her smile slowly faded. “You don’t have to?—”
I held up my hand, having heard all I needed to.
Dakota put my feelings first. Every. Time. There was no need to fear seeing as how we’d been through a dumpster fire countless times and had come out unscathed.
Breath held, I turned my focus on the dark god of a man who reminded me of my childhood imaginary friend even though he didn’t sport wings or have claws at the ends of his fingertips. I remembered the feel of his owning grasp on my nape, his hold while tasting my mouth.
A whimper escaped me, and I moved forward as though powerless to withstand his draw.
He can own my body, I told myself, stepping closer to him, his stare burning my skin, electrifying every nerve ending with the energy snapping between us.
A mere two feet separated us, and I had never been so aware of my nerve endings. The blood rushing through my arteries, my heartbeat thrumming in my ears. A loss of saliva in my mouth, and goose bumps covering every inch of my skin. Tension locked my muscles rigid, need drawing my balls tight against my groin regardless of the lingering wariness lingering in my mind.
Elijah slid his warm palm along my cheek, pushing his fingers through my unbound hair to cradle the back of my head with a firm, comforting grip I sank into with a relieved sigh. No commands, no words, just gentle pressure pulling me close as he leaned in to kiss me.
Fucking hell…
My eyelids slammed shut, and my hands reached for him as though moving on their own, grasping his dress shirt tight, desperate to hold onto him. I groaned as he slid his tongue between my lips. Whimpered as he caressed my cheek with his thumb and angled my head to lay claim to my mouth with a tender kiss that rocked my world, tilting it haphazardly enough I felt my legs sway beneath me.
The need in me was too much, overwhelming in its pull toward him, to let him burrow so deep inside me we became one where I felt sure I wouldn’t have to fear jack shit any longer.
