Page 99 of Drawn By Dragonblood
While we’d snuggled on the couch and enjoyed some wine, Jon making his jokes about his no-longer virgin ass and acting all carefree, I swore an unsettled energy emanated from him, causing me to believe he wasn’t as comfortable as he made out to be.
Climbing into bed between the two men a little while later seemed so right, felt so perfect. Having Elijah at my back, Jon against my front, nothing sexual but gentle caresses and languid kisses…I couldn’t have asked for more, physically. I felt cherished, but the emotion couldn’t override my sense that something was off.
Jon and I stared at each other in the dim light filtering in through the drapes attempting to shut out the city.
I’d been satisfied in so many ways that night, but same as always when near Elijah, my mind refused to rest. He spooned my backside, his breath hot on my neck, hand rubbing my thigh and revving me back up as his cock swelled and dug into my leg.
Sure Jon hurt somehow, I opened my mouth to stop what was bound to happen again, but my husband pressed his fingertips to my lips and scooted away, taking his body heat with him. “I want to watch,” he whispered what I had earlier, and my pussy pulsed in response.
“May I love you, mon coeur?” Elijah murmured against my ear and reached between my thighs.
Wetness seeped from my needy pussy, and I nodded even though my mind considered saying no.
Elijah teased my opening, rimming and pressing in slightly, but didn’t give me what my body craved.
My lips parted as my breaths heightened, and I continued to stare at Jon while Elijah’s hand drove me near to destruction. The hardness of Elijah’s cock promised what I needed, and I pressed against him, whimpering.
Elijah rolled me to my back, breaking my gaze from my husband.
Pale eyes glinted in the darkness, piercing me with so much emotion my breath caught. Elijah cradled my head in his hands and dipped low, sweeping his soft lips across mine. I made another small noise, and he slid his tongue between my lips.
Heat flushed through me, and all thought fled except for the need to be filled by him. I clutched at his back with my hands, my heels digging into his ass. “Please.”
He flexed beneath my hold, notching his cock inside me with a groan. “Mon coeur, so perfect.” A groan rose from his chest as he slowly sank into my pussy, his mouth capturing my lips once more.
“Goddamn.” Jon’s low, breathless voice flitted through my mind, and I reached for him.
He grasped my hand with a tight squeeze, keeping us together.
Elijah withdrew to the crown and sank back in, drawing a groan from all three of us. I yanked with my heels, desperate for him to lose control and fuck me like he’d done with Jon. Bridled lust, passionate fury, trembled the muscles beneath my hold.
“Let go, Elijah,” I whispered against his lips as he backed out again, leaving me so damn empty tears welled in my eyes. “I want it all.”
A growl rumbled the chest pressed against mine, and he thrust in deep, pulling a gasp from my lips. “Again.”
He gave what I asked for, bruising my cervix and capturing my mouth, devouring as though I belonged to him, body and soul.
I dug the fingernails of my right hand into his back and held on, lifting my hips to meet his driving hips while grasping Jon with the other. Pleasure, hot and bright, slid along my spine, breaking across my skin, and I moaned my hunger for him to fuck me harder. Deeper.
Need.
As though hearing the thought echoing through my head, Elijah plowed into me over and over, the wet sound of Jon jerking himself beside us adding fuel to the fire smoldering inside me. Flames burst to life, and I arched beneath Elijah, my climax shrieking through me with hurricane force.
“God! Oh…God!”
Elijah buried against my womb and growled, his cock swelling impossibly large before releasing. Hot spurts coated inside me as he continued to fuck into me with abandon, and a second climax rushed over me, stealing my breath, same as the first time he’d filled me so perfectly.
Jon’s loud groan, one I well-recognized, barely registered through the ringing in my ears as Elijah stilled, and I fought to keep my footing in reality. His forehead resting on my mine, Elijah breathed heavily, his sweet exhales caressing my mouth.
“So lovely,” he whispered, cradling my head again. “So beautiful.” A few French sayings flitted past his lips, but he pressed his mouth against mine, stealing my thought to ask what he’d said.
Jon released my hand and rolled from the bed.
Elijah lifted his head, trailing a thumb over my bruised lips. “Was it too much?”
“No.” I squeezed my inner walls around his softening length, drawing another groan from him.
“You need to rest, mon coeur.”
