Drawn by Dragonblood

by Lynn Burke

  Yes.

  I agreed with the voice inside me. We’d found home.

  Epilogue

  One Month Later

  Elijah

  I sniffed the wine Jon had poured into my glass, my gaze glued to his naked ass as he bent to set the bottle on the coffee table. Earlier that afternoon, I’d had him shackled to the cross with cane marks lining his backside and Dakota tied to a bench, a vibrator bound against her clit and chained to the clamps biting her nipples.

  The marks on Jon had faded as they always did, but the lust inside both of them hadn’t. They had both begged me to let them come. Begged for relief.

  I’d denied them both, removing the vibrator from between Dakota’s legs before her body could take over her mind.

  Such sweet submissives, my mates, always aiming to please me and do as I said.

  I’d promised them relief—but in my own time, after finding my own across Dakota’s breasts and unstrapping Jon and watching as he crawled to her, his tongue lapping at my cum and sharing it with her, their mouths greedy for the life-giving nourishment I’d told them about.

  The memory of their moans, the wet sounds of her sucking my cum from his tongue sent a rush of need through me again.

  We had experimented in the dungeon and the bedroom, learning all the ways to pleasure each other. Twice since our bonding, I’d felt Jon’s desire to mate in the same way, and I’d gladly given him his wish to be the bridge between his alpha and female.

  Dakota’s inner desire, one she hadn’t yet voiced, swelled me to the point of pain every time I considered what she longed for.

  She snuggled against my side, naked as ordered, her sweetness tickling my nose as Jon settled on her other side, his gaze dropping to my swollen dick.

  Clothing rarely remained on our bodies outside of work or when hiking. Unhindered access seemed to please us all just fine.

  I sipped my wine, waiting.

  “What are you thinking about, baby?” Jon asked, his fingers trailing up and down our female’s thigh.

  On a sigh, she spread her legs slightly, but he didn’t move his hand upward until I offered a single nod of consent.

  My dragon hummed his appreciation of his beta … and Jon’s inner beast, which seemed to have woken from our bonding, purred in return through the bond.

  A shudder rippled over our female as he slid his fingers into her.

  Denied for hours on end, I knew her climax lay a breath away.

  “What do you want?” I murmured against her hair since she hadn’t answered Jon.

  “I—I want a baby.”

  I groaned when she finally voiced her desire, the mere thought of both Jon and I taking her as I’d explained about our people’s means of procreation, swelling a bead of pre-cum atop my rigid cock. Setting my wine aside, I considered the pain—the possibility of life.

  We hadn’t heard from Dolyn, not that I’d expected to in so short a time, and we’d yet to leave our cavern for more than a jaunt down the road to restock our refrigerator and pantry—and Dakota’s yearly trip to her doctor. Was it possible to create life with less than full-dragonblood mates? She’d hoped so ever since I’d explained to her questioning about creating a dragonblood life in her mostly human womb.

  An IUD had been implanted in her years earlier she’d told me, and the sudden thought she had it removed without telling her males raised one of my eyebrows as the same time the thought of causing our precious female pain, twisted my stomach.

  “You won’t hurt me,” she said, tilting her head back, pleading with her eyes against the hesitancy she must feel radiating from me. “Please.”

  “Your birth control…”

  She swallowed, but didn’t turn from my steady gaze. “I had it removed last week.”

  I caught Jon’s gaze atop her head, and the trust and devotion in his stare heaved a sigh through my body.

  “We’ll go slow,” I said, dropping my attention once more to Dakota. “Easy, and if it becomes too much for you, you must tell us.”

  “I will,” she whispered.

  I stood and swept her into my arms, Jon’s presence at my back assuring me of his desire to give our female what she longed for.

  I’d done nothing but dominate when mating with my lovers, and it was time to show Jon that I belonged to him just as much he did to me.

  Lying back on the bed, I tugged Dakota atop me and kissed her soft lips, my grip on her hips keeping her from backing herself onto my hard cock. A few languid licks, gentle nips, and I ended our kiss, holding her gaze, and slowly sinking into her tight grasp.

  “Oh.” She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, her eyelids fluttering shut as I buried myself fully against her womb.

  The disbelief Jon would ever fit inside of her with me gritted my teeth. “Jon,” I half-growled through my clenched jaw, holding Dakota still on my lap.

  He straddled my straightened legs and looked down at me.

  “Slow,” he said, when I didn’t command him what to do. “Easy.”

  Dakota’s body responded to her desire, her need to be claimed by her mates that enough wetness leaked around my cock, down my balls, that we wouldn’t need additional lubrication.

  Jon rubbed the slickened crown of his cock over my balls, and I hissed. His lopsided smirk melted me enough I decided no punishment for teasing me lay in wait for him. He pressed against the underside of my rigid length.

  A moan passed Dakota’s lips, and she rested her forehead on my shoulder.

  I forced my jaw to unclench. “Mon coeur?”

  “I—I’m good … don’t stop, Jon.”

  He pressed more and paused as she hissed.

  “Don’t you dare stop,” she said, her voice determined, “or I’ll be the one wielding that damn cane next time he chains you to the cross.”

  Our fierce female. I relaxed beneath her and found myself smiling up at Jon. “At your leisure, my love.”

  With a groan, he breached her entirely, his dick sliding alongside me, filling her.

  “Oh, God … oh, God.” Dakota panted between us as we held still, waiting for her to adjust.

  “Tell me you’re okay, baby,” Jon said, his voice a ragged whisper, the need to move, to come, filling his eyes as he peered down at me.

  “Okay,” she whispered, and he pulled out, the friction of our clasped cocks sending a rush of exhilaration and adrenaline through my bloodstream.

  My dragon roared, and I fought to keep from fucking into Dakota like the animal beneath my skin.

  Jon buried himself once more, and I pulled my hips back into the mattress, creating the friction clenching his eyes shut.

  “Oh God.” Dakota muttered a few curses usually heard from my beta’s mouth as we continued to take turns nudging inside her body, stroking her inner walls, enticing more of her arousal to soak our cocks. “Need—” Her voice cut off on a gasp, and she licked her lips, letting out a moan.

  “Tell us what you need, baby,” Jon said, sinking his hard cock against her womb alongside mine.

  “Come…” She gasped again as I pulled back. “I need to come.”

  I captured Jon’s gaze, and through our bond, I let him feel my desire for him to lead. He blinked and smiled, pulling out and sinking into her heat with a slight thrust.

  “Yes.” Dakota gasped. “More.”

  My balls swelling, I obeyed my female, and Jon responded as well, our inner beasts fighting for control, teeth gnashing to be let loose and release their seed into our female’s ready and willing body.

  Dakota whined between us as we rutted into her, faster. Less gentle than I’d wanted, but she only encouraged us with her whispers for more, to fuck her harder. Jon set the pace, and I followed, giving our female exactly what she begged for.

  She panted, her body trembling between us, and her climax tingled through my mind and straight to my ball sack.

  “Now,” Jon said with a growl, thrusting deep.

  I roared as my balls released, white light rippin
g across my vision as Dakota’s pussy clenched down on us, her cry ringing in my ears.

  Hot cum shot from my cock as Jon’s pulsed against mine, spurt after spurt jetting into our female in unison, creating a fire-like heat inside her body I felt through our bond.

  She came again, crying out our names, her pussy milking us, greedily taking every drop we offered.

  I felt the continued heat she did deep inside against her womb. Jon’s light-headed bliss rushed through my brain, and I sent out wave after wave of my love to them both, kissing her … kissing him as we came down. Our thrusting stopped, but our hands and mouths continued to love each other until we lay spent on our sides.

  Jon was the first to detangle himself from our mass of limbs. He returned from the bathroom with a warm, wet towel to clean Dakota—something I usually did for both of them. I hated to pull from her warm embrace, but backed out so he might care for her.

  Unable to get up, I lay on my side and stared into her eyes as Jon cleaned between her thighs. Once finished, he tossed the towel across the room—that he would pay for, I promised him through our bond—and smirking, he lay on her other side.

  “Do you think Dolyn found his mates?” she whispered, staring up at the ceiling.

  “The fuck you thinking about him for?” Jon grumbled, shoving an arm under his head.

  Dakota sighed, and I pressed up against her side, burying my face in her hair. “I … I don’t want him to be alone. I want him to feel what we do. Find what we have.”

  “Ashley quit without notice last week,” I reminded them.

  Jon snorted, cutting off whatever else I thought to say. “If he got within ten feet of her, she didn’t stand a chance.”

  “Is that how it was for you?” Dakota asked, amusement in her tone.

  “Fucking right.” His dimples flashed, and my love for his carefree way bounced through our bond, deepening his smile—and my own.

  “I love you, Jon.”

  “Love you more,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

  “And you…” I turned my attention to the beautiful woman between us, the precious gift fate had given us. “You’re the rays of morning’s first light. The twinkling of stars in the dark night. I love you with every breath life allows.”

  “I can feel the truth of your words in my heart.” Dakota’s green eyes shimmered with tears, and she reached over to press her fingertips to my lips. “I still don’t know how it’s possible to have two loves, two men, dragonblood I can’t imagine living without. You are my life, Elijah. You and Jon.” She laced her fingers through his, and contentment—to a point—flowed between us.

  “What is it you still desire, mon coeur?” I whispered in her ear, fighting a smile.

  “I want to see your dragon,” she said in a rush, pulling away from me enough to see my face. “I want to ride on your back and glide over the mountains.”

  “You also want to ride me while riding him,” Jon said, and she gasped, jerking her head toward him. “Don’t bother denying it, baby.” He grinned again, his dimples on full display. “You talk in your sleep.”

  “I do not,” she breathed.

  “You do,” I said, biting back my chuckle.

  “Damn.” She blew out a breath and faced the ceiling once more. “So you both know all about that dream I keep having.”

  “Hot as fuck—and I’m game,” Jon said, raising an eyebrow my way, “if our alpha doesn’t mind my being strapped to his back while you fuck yourself on my dick.”

  I chuckled. “Fucking right.”

  Jon snorted on laughter.

  “Tomorrow, though,” I said, too comfortable to move—even if the thought of Dakota’s cum coating my scales twitched my cock and had my dragon’s claws clicking together in glee.

  Jon’s inner dragon hummed his approval through our bond—even Dakota’s let out a shuddering sigh of arousal.

  Perhaps one day they would be able to communicate with their dragon in the way I did. Perhaps they would grow in strength and learn from me, becoming more dragonblood than human. Perhaps one day, we might soar the skies together, all of our wings extended in complete freedom.

  “Do you think it worked?” Dakota whispered, turning her gaze once more to the ceiling.

  I laid my hand on her belly and smiled as Jon placed his atop mine, both of Dakota’s wrapping around ours.

  “Oh!” She blinked and glanced between the two of us, her eyes wide. “I—I can feel…”

  “Holy fuck.” Wonder laced Jon’s voice. “How the fuck?”

  “She’ll have my dark hair,” I said as our daughter made her presence known through the bond. “Green eyes like her mother’s. Jon’s dimple and stubborn chin.”

  “She?”

  I nodded firmly. “In three months, you’ll see the truth I speak.”

  “Three months?” Dakota’s eyes widened further.

  Jon’s muttered curse brought a chuckle to my lips, and as I explained the shorter gestation period of dragonbloods to my mates, they both relaxed once more, their happiness flowing back and forth, filling me with the love I’d dreamed of my entire life, the trust and devotion I hadn’t ever expected to find.

  Warmth radiated from Dakota’s belly, up through my hand and beyond, hazing my vision.

  We had found love—and we had created a dragonblood life.

  The End

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  BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER

  JONNY

  Fallen Gliders MC, 5

  Lynn Burke

  Copyright © 2019

  Jonny

  “Not a goddamn fucking thing.”

  Digger’s words dropped like a rock in my gut, and I grimaced. “No leads? Nothing?”

  He shook his head, and I glanced at Hawk. Toothpick between his teeth, he, too, shook his head.

  “Fuck.” I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes and leaned back in the old office chair I had inherited from my father when I’d taken over as the president of the Fallen Gliders MC. It’d been pretty much nothing but a major shitstorm since.

  A still-unknown snitch, one of my oldest brothers and best friend handing in his colors, Digger himself shot and almost beaten to death, arrests because one cop refused to be paid off … and no woman had gotten me off in long enough I couldn’t remember the last time.

  Never mind the sliver of jealousy eating away at my gut over the fact three of my brothers had fallen hard in love over the previous year, claimed their old ladies, and become changed men whether they knew it or not.

  “I need a fucking break,” I grumbled, dropping my hands to my desk. A bottle of Hennessey and a shot glass sat ready and willing to offer what a good, hard fuck should have—relaxation and a quiet brain. Downing one burning shot didn’t help. The second, at least, had me sitting back in my chair and heaving a steadier breath.

  Digger and Hawk watched me, unshifting, their faces closed off and unreadable. Both men had all but interrogated every single club member in an attempt to find out who was the rat trying to shut us down from the inside out. I’d expected a couple men to get pissy over all the questions and take off, but no one had handed in the colors since the arrests almost two weeks earlier. If anything, our club felt more tightly knit. Camaraderie, bro hugs, and all that bullshit. Should have settled my mind, but it didn’t.

  As president of our club, it was up to me to make decisions, but my fucking brain was about fried from stress I usually had no issues dealing with. I needed to get my fucking rocks off. Hard and thoroughly. “What the fuck do we do next? What should we do at this point?”

  Digger shifted,
glancing over at our Sergeant at Arms. “Hawk?”

  Dark, hazel eyes peered at me, eyes that only revealed a hint of emotion when talking about or hanging with Janie. Hawk shifted his toothpick to the other corner of his mouth with his tongue. “If it wasn’t one of our brothers—and we’re sure as shit it wasn’t,” he said, “then it’s gotta be one of the whores. Bring them back into the club.”

  I’d kicked them all out after spending the night in jail, putting the club on lockdown until we got the shit figured out. Hawk definitely had a point. “Consider it done.”

  Hawk glanced at Digger. “I’d tell you to tie them up one by one and work the truth out of them, but I don’t think Maci would go for other women being wrapped up in your ropes.”

  The hint of a smile twisted Digger’s scarred lip into what looked more like a scowl than a grin. “Tying a woman up doesn’t have to be sexual. Say the word—” he turned toward me, “and I’ll get whichever bitch it is to squeal.”

  I glanced at his clasped hands and the veins popping along his thick forearms, but shook my head. I refused to be like my father who had used his fists on whoever pissed him off—my mother and his countless girlfriends after her death included. While I wanted answers, I wouldn’t lay a hand on a woman with the intent to hurt—unless we agreed beforehand on a little pain play and safewords. “We’ll bring them back, but just keep an eye on them.”

  “We could set them up one by one,” Hawk said. “The bitches like to talk, but if we do something discreet, we might catch the one leaking our secrets.”

  “Feed them false information.” Hawk nodded as I clarified what he meant for my own tired brain.

  Digger nodded, too, turning toward me, elbows on his thighs as he leaned forward. “We’ll catch them, Jonny. I’ll catch whoever it is red-fucking handed and take care of the problem.”

  A shiver licked down my spine, and not the pleasant type. I’d seen Digger “take care of the problem” a handful of times. The man was cold-blooded and cruel, regardless of the teddy bear Maci claimed him to be.