Drawn by Dragonblood

by Lynn Burke

  The taste of his cum still lingered in my mouth, and even after Dakota and I sat to eat a late lunch, his presence remained in my mind although he hadn’t joined us.

  “Do you think he’s upset?” Dakota asked, her gaze flitting up the stairs to the upper floor.

  I popped the last bite of my turkey sandwich into my mouth and chewed, wondering. He hadn’t seemed upset as far as I’d been able to tell—but for the second time, I hadn’t invited him to join us. I doubted the man had a petulant childish-like side, but who knew. I shrugged. “Maybe he just needs some time. Seemed okay to me, though.”

  Dakota sighed and stood, gathering our plates. She’d made him a sandwich as well, and it sat untouched in front of his empty seat. “Guess I’ll wrap this up for him.”

  “You okay, baby?” I asked, sitting back in my chair, my focus on her downturned lips.

  “Yeah.” She tried for a smile. “I just…” Blowing out a breath, she fully faced me. “We need to talk this through completely, Jon. I-I need to know what this is.” She swept her hand around his house, her troubled eyes welling.

  “Shit.” I hopped up and pulled her against my chest. “If it’s too much, we can light out of here right now. Walk away and put whatever this is behind us. Just say the word, Dakota, and I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “Your job—”

  “Fuck the damn job if staying here is going to make you cry.”

  Dakota clung to me, nuzzling her face against my chest. “You smell good.”

  I laughed and kissed the top of her head.

  “We’re going to stay,” she said, matter-of-factly, “but promise me we’ll talk to him and figure this out when he returns.”

  “I promise, baby.”

  ****

  We ate dinner—without Elijah. Darkness fell, and we shared a bottle of wine—again, without Elijah. Finally, we made our way upstairs, and even though we had searched every inch of the cavern—except for the locked room that I pretended to be unable to open. We’d found his helicopter missing, and although Dakota wondered if he’d been called away for work, I doubted he would have left without telling us.

  I held Dakota in my arms, and it had taken close to two hours of her worrying over him before she slept. My eyes eventually closed, and I rode the edge of slumber. Elijah’s presence flicked my eyelids up before the thought he’d come home materialized in my brain. No noise rose from the hallway from where I’d left our bedroom door wide-open, but I didn’t doubt his return.

  Slipping from beneath the covers caused Dakota to sigh and turn, but she didn’t wake. I grabbed my shorts off the floor and pulled them on before making my way to the doorway. Sniffing the air, I looked left toward his room, but his scent rose from my right, drawing me toward the stairs.

  Darkness coated the open living area, and even though I couldn’t see clearly, I knew he sat on the couch, a glass of wine in his hand.

  Without a word, I made my way downstairs and into the sunken living room. I settled onto the couch a few feet away and angled toward him.

  “My apologies for leaving without word.” He kept his voice low, the deep bass sending a shiver over my skin.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, fighting to see him in the darkness.

  “Yes.” He expelled a breath along with a slight groan. “I’m irresistibly drawn to both of you,” he said, sending a course of satisfaction through me even though I’d already figured as much. “And I want to explore this attraction between us, but I’m afraid of getting hurt.”

  “Someone broke your heart?”

  “Yes.”

  I considered his vulnerability, his naked honesty. “I can’t tell the future—much as I wish I could,” I finally said, “but I haven’t had nearly enough of you.” Instant tension rose between us, but I wouldn’t act on it without Dakota. I sat still, my body a live, strung wire. “I’ve never wanted to submit to anyone or anything,” I admitted, laying myself bare since he had. “But you … goddamn, when you’re whispering those lust-laced commands in my ear. Fuck.” I shifted on the couch as my dick began to swell.

  “You want to submit to me.”

  “I don’t,” I clarified, “but my body sure as fuck does. I’ve never been attracted to a man. Never wanted another man’s cock in my mouth. Hell—” I snorted a laugh, “if you’d told me two weeks ago I’d actually like the taste of a man’s spunk, I’d have knocked you out.”

  Elijah chuckled. “You could try.”

  “Hmm.” I peered through the darkness, wishing the damn moon shone brighter outside the massive windows. “That might be fun.”

  Silence, luscious enough to seize my balls, rose over us as I imagined grappling with Elijah, our bodies entwined, sweaty.

  “What about Dakota?” His question jerked me back to reality.

  “What about her?”

  “Does she know how you feel, and does she feel the same way toward me?”

  “Better fucking believe it. She even thinks about the two of us together—on her at the same time—and she gets wetter than I’d ever been able to make her on my own.”

  “Fuck,” he whispered in the dark.

  “My sentiments exactly.” I stretched my neck side to side, fighting the ache in my swollen cock. “She’ll have to make up her own mind about this, though. I won’t do it for her.”

  “She won’t agree to anything if she thinks doing so will hurt you.”

  I grinned and lounged back, pretending an ease I didn’t feel. “Guess I’ll have to let her know she won’t, then, huh?”

  “Do you have something in mind?”

  “Not really, but I’m sure we can figure something out. Together.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Dakota

  Same as the previous morning, I woke before Jon and slipped out of bed, lower lip between my teeth. Instead of making my way downstairs, however, I tiptoed to our bedroom window.

  Elijah’s gorgeous body flowed from one pose to the next on the smaller veranda far below.

  I breathed a sigh of relief, a smile lifting my lips. I’d been so afraid things had gone too far between us, and he’d taken off for New York.

  I hadn’t heard the helicopter return, but I didn’t care. Elijah was home.

  “Mmm.” Jon ran his hands over my ass cheeks. “So damn beautiful backlit in the window like this.” He nuzzled my neck. “Watching Elijah?”

  Lower lip once more between my teeth, I wrapped my arms around myself and nodded.

  “Mmm.” He trailed open-mouth kisses from my ear to my collar bone and back up again, sending a shiver of goosebumps over my bare body. “Coffee.”

  He stepped back, and I giggled, my pussy beginning to throb enough I wanted to curse him for leaving me wanting—for a cup of his precious coffee. I rummaged in the bureau we’d put our few belongings into, searching for my last clean pair of leggings.

  Jon draped one of Elijah’s shirts over my back. “Here.”

  “I need more than that,” I said with light laughter while sliding my arms through.

  “No, you don’t.”

  “But—”

  “I want you wearing Elijah’s shirt, his scent.”

  I gulped.

  “Nothing else.”

  Well hot damn. I clenched my thighs together, knowing I wouldn’t be able to sit down for breakfast without leaving a wet smear on the chair.

  I made coffee while Jon put some bacon on to fry, his fingertips trailing over my skin every time he passed, keeping my body heat on high. I cracked the eggs and whipped them into a scramble while he set the table, the muscles of his back flexing along with the ass I loved wrapping my legs around.

  “Did you hear him return last night?” I asked, spatula in hand, turning my focus on the pre-heating pan.

  “No, but I couldn’t sleep and came down here after you’d passed out, and he was sitting on the couch.”

  I glanced over my shoulder, wanting to ask if being a fly on the wall would have been enjoyable—but wo
uld Jon tell me the truth if he’d messed around with Elijah behind my back? Would it bother me if he had?

  Before I figured out the answer to that question, Elijah pushed open the slider, letting in a rush of cool, morning air—and the luscious scent of fire and sex. My mouth watered. Naked torso, tanned skin rippling down to the band of his shorts slung low on his narrow hips. I forced my attention off the impressive bulge between his thighs. His gaze held mine as my face heated, and he smiled.

  “You’re home,” I heard myself say.

  “Yes, and I’m sorry for leaving without telling you.”

  “Is everything all right in New York?” My words rushed out to fill the tense silence. “We’d seen the helicopter was gone and assumed you’d had to go to the office.”

  He tipped his head to the side while walking toward us, his smile turning lopsided. “It was … something like that.”

  “Morning,” Jon said, pulling him in for a bro hug. They lingered just long enough the heat inside me doubled. “Coffee?” Jon asked, stepping back first.

  I stared, my mind having all kinds of fun. They appeared completely at ease with each other. What had they talked about? Had anything else happened? Damnit, I wanted to know.

  “I can hear your brain working,” Jon said with a chuckle, drawing my gaze off Elijah’s happy trail I hadn’t realized I’d been focused on. “See something you want?” my husband asked, stalking toward me.

  “I—”

  He plucked the spatula from my hand and reached around me to turn off the stove top. “I think you do.”

  Face hot, I glanced over at Elijah. All trace of nicety had disappeared from his eyes, replaced with the kind of heat the turned my insides to ash as he leaned against the counter a few feet away.

  Jon moved back and sat, lounged as usual, hands on his thighs. “Elijah wants to explore this,” he said, motioning between the three of us.

  My attention flitted between the two, and I stood unmoving, unsure of what to do or say. Three would never work, so an affair? For how long? Could I walk away from Elijah at the end, breaking his heart as his ex had done?

  “Kiss him, Dakota.”

  Blinking, my head whipped back toward Jon. “Wh-what? Now?”

  “Yes.”

  God, did I want to, and Jon telling me to? Yes, please. My knees shook, but I shuffled toward Elijah. He kept his hands on the edge of the counter behind him, his pale eyes seeming to delve into my soul, stealing my breath as I drew nearer. I glanced back at Jon.

  “Kiss him, baby. I know you want to.” His lips lifted in the loving smile that melted my heart. “I want you to.”

  I turned back around and stepped closer, mere inches separating me from Elijah. The heat of his skin seared my palm as I laid it over his heart … his thumping heart. Tilting my head back, I gazed up into his face.

  Jon wanted this. I wanted this, but still I hesitated. I needed to make this decision for myself—because I wanted it, not because Jon told me to.

  “You’re killing me, Dakota,” Elijah whispered, his sweet breath caressing my face.

  “I’m choosing this,” I whispered, lifting onto my tiptoes. I brushed my lips across the softest I’d ever touched, only the second man I’d ever kissed.

  He groaned and grasped me with his huge hands, nearly spanning my waist. At the first flick of his tongue against my seam, I opened to him. Addiction for Elijah settled in my soul as our tongues brushed against each other’s, flooding every inch of my body with an unquenchable need.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Elijah

  She tasted like spring flowers and sunshine—and she owned my heart the second she opened to my tongue to deepen our kiss. While Jon filled the need for lust and stirred my violent nature, Dakota soothed, eased the darkness within me, and I wanted to weep from the depth of my love for her.

  Unable to get enough, I held her head in my hands, angling her to deepen the kiss that overwhelmed my mind and sent pulses down through my dick, swelling me to the point of needing to sink into her wet heat—or die.

  Jon and I had made a plan, and his command had set it in motion, but I never expected to be so caught up from kissing her alone. My entire body trembled, and I didn’t think I would have the strength to give Dakota her fantasy that Jon claimed she had.

  He approached and moved his wife’s hair off her neck, and I slid my hands back down to her waist again, itching to reach behind her for Jon. A sexy moan eased past her lips into my mouth, smearing pre-cum inside my shorts.

  Jon’s hand moved between us, and she tore her mouth from mine with a gasp, tilting her head back on his shoulder.

  “So wet,” he murmured, trailing his lips along her neck.

  I yanked her forward, trapping Jon’s hand between her thighs and my cock.

  “Mmm.” He caught my gaze, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and grabbed hold of my cock. “Someone likes the taste of my wife.”

  Dakota wiggled between us, her gasp and following moan jerking me in Jon’s hand, but I kept my focus on his face rather than close my eyes and give over to his hand moving along the front of my shorts. I released my hold on Dakota and grabbed hold of Jon’s ass, holding the three of us close.

  Kiss me.

  Jon blinked, his lips parting, and our mouths crashed together over Dakota’s shoulder. Teeth, tongue … we warred, but not for dominance. Lost in a haze of lust at having Jon’s mouth and Dakota’s lush body pressed against mine, a growl escaped my throat.

  “Hot,” Dakota whispered, grinding against the hands trapped between us.

  We’d had a plan, but our need wouldn’t allow moving to my room. I tore my mouth off Jon. “Take off your shorts,” I said, moving him back slightly.

  As of the same mind, he stepped back and pushed them to the floor, freeing his cock.

  I grasped the front of my shirt Dakota wore and ripped it down the front. Her breasts hung plump, ripe, and ready for my teeth, but I needed more. She worked the shirt off her arms, her passion-hazed, green eyes staring up into my face, swollen lips parted.

  My claws wanted to expand and shred my shorts, and jaw clenched, I pushed them down with my hands instead.

  “Come here,” I murmured with a growl, grasping her waist once more and pulling her up into my arms.

  “Yes.” Dakota wrapped her legs around me, and I held her thighs, the tip of my cock against her soaked pussy.

  She gasped and tensed, but Jon pressed against her back again, his hands snaking around her torso to palm her breasts. “Do you want Elijah’s cock in you, baby?” he whispered against her ear as she stared up at me, pupils dilated, pulse thrumming in her neck.

  She bit her lower lip.

  “Do you?” Jon pushed when she didn’t answer.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Jon gathered her breasts in his hands and thumbed over her nipples, his attention flicking to my face. “Fuck my wife, Elijah.”

  A rush of pure ecstasy rode over me at his command, but I wanted her too much to put him in his place. I lowered her slowly, my jaw clenched as her tight heat sucked me in. Soaked and slick, she welcomed my entire length with a low groan, blinking as the base of my cock rested against her swollen labia.

  “Mmm.” Jon reached beneath her spread legs and slid his fingers along where we joined. “He’s stretching you good, isn’t he?”

  “God, yes.”

  I flexed my hips, nudging deep inside her, and she shuddered, her eyes closing, head tipping back onto Jon’s shoulder again. The pulse in her neck made my mouth water, made me want to sink my teeth into her soft flesh.

  Focusing on that thump beneath her skin, the knowledge of what flowed beneath, I lifted her body in slow, languid fashion and let her sink back onto my length.

  “Not going to last,” she whispered and sucked her lower lip between her teeth as I lifted and lowered her again.

  Jon trailed kisses along her neck while reaching between us. “Come if you need to. Soak Elijah’s cock with
your cum, baby.”

  “Oh…”

  I thrust a few times, gentle and slow, and she arched into Jon’s hand.

  “Pinch my clit, Jon.” She shrieked on his name as he did as told, and a gush of wetness rushed over my cock and down my balls.

  My jaw ached, but I continued my slow assault even though she thrashed between our bodies, crying out with each pulse of her pussy around my dick.

  “You’re killing him, baby.” Jon chuckled, and I glared at him as Dakota shuddered one last time in my arms. He slid his hand down, smearing her cum all over my balls, and squeezed.

  “Fuck,” I growled the word and thrust hard into Dakota, pulling another deep moan from her chest. “Don’t tease me,” I said, piercing my beta with my stare.

  He held my gaze and squeezed my balls again, clenching my teeth. “You’re going to take me, too,” he said, leaning into Dakota’s ear while smirking at me.

  She whimpered and dug her fingernails into my biceps.

  “Such a sticky mess…” Jon wrapped his hand around my cock as I lifted her again. “Mmm.” He released his hold on me, and I lowered her once more, letting her rest against my base.

  Jon moved back and jerked himself a few times with her cum, his attention on Dakota’s ass.

  “Are you all right?” I asked, pulling her chest against mine.

  “Yes.” Her eyelids fluttered open, and the passion in her eyes, the desire swirling within me, meshed, and I licked along her lips, sinking into her mouth when she opened to me.

  “Let me in, baby,” Jon whisper sounded close to my ear, and Dakota relaxed in my arms as he rubbed the head of his cock over the base of my cock and balls.

  I growled, and Dakota moaned into my mouth as Jon pushed into her ass, tightening her pussy around me.

  “Okay?” I asked her again between clenched teeth.

  She jerked her head in a nod, her eyes shut tight as she grasped at my hair.

  Jon pushed in further, rubbing along me through the thin wall of skin separating us. “Fuck, are you tight, baby.” He pulled out, and I fought to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head. Fought to keep from fucking up into Dakota with the deep, harsh thrusts my dragon screamed for.