by Lynn Burke
I palmed myself, finding a slickened mess dripping from my slit, and I moaned for real while sliding my grasp down to the root and back up again.
I knew who wielded the cane, and my body ached for the fantasy to come true. Unable to help myself, unable to stop, my hand continued to move over my straining length, the wet sound of the hand fucking and my sharp breaths the only noise in the room.
Yes. The voice whispered again, and I gripped harder, jerking with a frenzied passion I didn’t understand, but didn’t want to stop.
“Fuck.” A growl rose from my chest as my balls swelled and tingled, and my eyelids fell shut, bringing his eyes to mind. “Elijah…” I moaned his name, and cum shot from my cock with such force, my knees buckled, sending me to the floor. One hand on the ground, one milking my spurting cock, I hung my head and panted as wave after wave of euphoric, pure fucking bliss rolled over me.
My dick pulsed one last time, and I groaned.
“Christ.” I swore a few times, realizing I’d shot my spunk all over the cross and floor. Shivers coating my body in goosebumps, I sat back on my haunches and glanced around, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Towels sat on a bench by the door, but looked like they’d been sitting there a long, fucking time.
Sure enough, by the time my shaking legs got me across the room, I found a good-sized coating of dust on them. I scanned the room, paying closer attention. Everything from the toys to the larger apparatuses appeared unused for a dozen years or so—except the cross, and a swept path leading to it from the door.
My focus honed in on the black, polished wood. The lack of dust on its four shackles. I grabbed a couple towels from the bottom of the pile and wiped myself off while returning to the cross. Every inch had been recently cleaned.
I leaned forward and sniffed along one of the arms—Elijah.
My dick actually fucking twitched again. Jaw clenched, I cleaned up the mess I’d made, and left the room, vowing to shut the memory of what I’d just done deep in the recesses of my mind, never to be thought of or talked about.
I tossed the two towels I’d used in the washing machine, retrieved the two bottles of wine from the hallway, and made my way back upstairs.
Dakota was putting the dried dishes away as I walked through the door. She smiled at me, righting the axis of my off-kilter world. “I set out glasses,” she said, glancing at the island.
Forcing a smile as though happy as hell like I’d been the previous couple of days, I went about opening the first bottle, pouring a glass to the rim for myself. A few gulps let me know the wine was expensive as shit and would help fuzz the memory of what I’d done.
“Sybil, play 2Cellos,” I said, wanting Elijah, yet not.
I poured a half-glass for my wife as the duo slid out in a song I didn’t know and meandered to the couch where I tried to relax, focusing on Dakota as she puttered around Elijah’s kitchen. She curled on the couch beside me a few minutes later, her and Elijah’s combined scents like a soothing balm to my tense muscles.
“Are you happy, baby?” I asked with my lips against her temple, her hair tickling my nose.
She hesitated for a second. “Yes.”
“Best vacation ever,” I said, not wanting to question why she’d hesitated.
“Better than Bermuda could have offered, that’s for sure,” she said with a sigh, snaking an arm around my naked chest and resting her cheek on my shoulder.
I huffed a snort of laughter. “This place is like a Bermuda Triangle,” I said. “It’s like we’ve disappeared off the face of the earth and found heaven.” A flash of the black cross filled my vision, and I bit the inside of my lip, a frown denting my brow.
“It is perfect here, isn’t it?”
“Just about,” I mumbled, my body longing for Elijah’s presence as the low strings of some classical shit played overhead. “Wish I could give you something like this.”
Dakota sat back and cupped my scruffy cheek in her hand. “I don’t need this to be happy,” she said, her greenish eyes shining in the flames flickering from the fireplace. “I’ll be content wherever we go—as long as you’re with me.”
“You’re my everything,” I told her, more for my own peace of mind than hers, because I always thought stating something made it true. “Everything I’ll ever need.”
She kissed me gently, and fuck if guilt didn’t rise like bile up the back of my throat.
Chapter Fourteen
Elijah
The days dragged by, and I only managed to stay away from my mates because of the live feed I pulled up on my phone. Lounging in my Manhattan apartment, I dined on take out and like a pervert, watched Jon and Dakota as they made themselves right at home in my house.
The room around me hinted of bleach and lemon cleaners, but I imagined the scents of my mates, their mingled cum dripping from Dakota’s pussy.
I’d heard them a few times, but watching them…
Relieving myself took away some of the tension, but didn’t satisfy in the way I needed. Thursday night, long after the dinner hour and finally getting the government officials to agree to my terms at my downtown office, I returned to my apartment, ripping off my tie and swiping my phone’s screen.
I had been plagued by thoughts of my mates all day long while trapped in an office building making the sale of my life—and in the process, creating the perfect job for my beta. Thoughts of the contract for remote robots covered by my patented metal armor similar to dragon scales flew from my mind as the live feed from my living room filled the screen.
Jon and Dakota lay in front of the fire, making love rather than fucking like they’d been doing on pretty much every surface of my home. I slumped on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, phone clutched in my hands, my heart pained by their slow, erotic dance. He pulled out and kissed every inch of her body, worshiping her with lips, tongue, and sometimes teeth, making my mouth flood with drool, my dragon growl with the need to use my own teeth on her silky skin.
Dakota held his head in her hands as Jon licked her breasts, suckling her nipples deep into his mouth. I couldn’t hear the sounds coming past her lips, but could pull them forth from my memory. Gasp and moan … her back arched off the floor, and her head tilted to the side, eyelids fluttering upward, her gaze right on the camera positioned above the kitchen sink.
Did she know I watched? Lower lip between her teeth and focus seemingly right on me… Did she hope?
Jon rolled her over and positioned her face down, ass in the air. He gripped her hips and sank into her body, his head tipping back, his mouth moving as though whispering all sorts of loving or naughty words. My cock swelled as he fucked into her harder, lowering his head and watching his cock disappear into her body. Faster, his hips pistoned.
Dakota shuddered beneath him, her hands grabbing at the rug beside her face, eyes clenched shut, lips parted.
Jon lifted his head, his gaze pinning me in place as he, too, focused on the camera, same as my female had done.
He must know.
I swallowed and immediately turned off my phone. Had they gotten into the control room and seen the live feed on the dozens of screens from the cameras I had throughout the cave? If they’d gained access to that room, nothing would keep them from the one across the hall.
But my phone would have alerted me to someone attempting to open both doors without the proper code. I could access feed from while I’d been in and out of meetings the previous two days, but didn’t have time.
Jaw clenched while willing my cock down, I tossed my stuff back into my bag and strode to the elevator. The urgency to return, to see what else they might have figured out sent a rush of adrenaline through my system, rousing my dragon.
I swiped my cell’s screen to text my driver, but paused, my need too great to wait for him to take me to the airport where my helicopter sat. I made my way upstairs, not stopping until I melted the lock on the door leading to the roof with a single flame between my lips and let myself out into the ni
ght. Stripping in the cold night didn’t affect the heated blood coursing through my veins. I stuffed my shoes on top of the rumpled suit I’d worn all day, zippered the bag shut, clutched it in my hand, and threw myself off the building.
Shifting mid-fall came easy as breathing, and a single flap of my wings sent me shooting back up into the sky, my hold on the dragon barely strong enough to keep a roar contained. An approaching plane slipped past beneath me, mere feet from my claws and the tiny bag dangling from one.
The rush of the aircraft’s exhaust faded as I flapped twice, sending me northward faster than any plane could fly. Darkness coated the land beneath me, but I didn’t bother with the beauty of night flying. My focus lay on the mountains in the north. What would take a human pilot over an hour, took me a mere half-hour in dragon form.
I made almost no noise while touching down on the road outside of my garage. Not bothering with pulling on clothes, I punched in the alarm code for the door off to the side of the garage’s stall door and let myself in. The Humvee and Audi sat untouched, and a few seconds later, I stood in the hallway between the two doors only a key code would unlock.
Only a slight, lingering scent of Dakota remained in the hallway, sending a rush of blood to my cock. She hadn’t been down in that area of the cavern since the day I’d left, but Jon had.
My gaze swung to the door on my left, the room I had visited the day before deciding to leave. The room coated in dust, unused. Something had propelled me to clean the cross I’d imagined strapping Jon into, and I’d done so, unmoved by all other hazy memories from before.
My shaft hard and aching, I keyed in the code and pushed the door in. A wave of Jon’s scent filled the room, and even though he had cleaned up after himself, the sweet, muskiness of his cum hit my tongue, flooding my mouth with saliva. As an alpha, I’d never wanted to taste a man ever before, but Jon made me want in ways no one never had. A low growl built in my chest, rumbling slightly past my lips.
Spinning away, I shut the door and, brow furrowed, let myself into the tech room. I scanned over the screens lining the far wall.
Jon bent over, rifling through the refrigerator, his bare backside bringing another groan to my lips. Dakota let herself into their bathroom—one room I didn’t install cameras in. The door closed behind her.
Stay in and hide until the following morning when I claimed I might be home, or head upstairs and fill my eyes and lungs with my mates? I wanted to fill them in every way imaginable—my dragon, of the same mind, thrashed against the bonds I attempted to control him with—but I still hesitated from revealing the truth.
The thought I might cause pain to the two I couldn’t bear to hurt, made me decide to bite my tongue.
Jon backed out of the refrigerator, beer in hand, and glanced at the doorway leading down to the lower floors. He lifted his head slightly as though sniffing, his focus on the stairwell that would lead him to me.
His cock thickened slightly between his thighs, and my heart skipped a beat. Was it possible the dragonblood inside him had begun heightening his senses from time spent surrounded by my scent?
I held my breath, but he eventually moved to the windows, peering into the dark sky, going from one to the other. He pulled on a pair of shorts he grabbed off the floor and lounged in the corner of the end of the couch where he could keep watch on both the door beneath the stairs and the hallway opening at the top.
He sipped his beer, gaze flitting from one to the other as though waiting to see who would arrive first.
I pulled on some clothes from my bag, uncaring of their rumpled appearance, and slipped on the loafers I’d worn when I had left them a few days earlier. Bag in hand, I slipped back into the hallway and made the trek up the stairs, my heart pounding.
One last check of my phone revealed Jon still lounged on the couch, but his focus honed in on the door I stood behind, his nostrils slightly flared.
Simmering satisfaction coursed through me as I shut my phone off, and hesitated a moment to tighten the leash on my dragon’s need to purr with delight.
Not only had my dragonblood drawn Jon to me, but it had definitely awakened his as well.
I pulled open the door and stepped into the kitchen.
Jon had already started my way, his blue-eyed gaze taking me in from head to toe, the desire swirling in his orbs not lost to me. The fact he wasn’t surprised to see me solidified my thoughts on his dragonblood, and my hold on the beast within me slipped slightly.
I dropped my bag on the island, and he came close, hand outstretched.
“Welcome home,” he said, a smirk on his lips and in his eyes.
I clasped his hand, and he pulled me in for my first ever bro-hug, back slap and all. Eyes closed, I breathed him in, the wildness of the outdoors on a crisp fall day soothing my dragon, the hard chest pressed against mine revealing the speeding heartbeat beneath his skin.
We lingered in our hug longer than most bros, I knew, lust and longing filling both of our faces when we finally loosened our hold and pulled back slightly. There was no way Jon didn’t feel the connection to me—didn’t see that he belonged to me.
He cleared his throat and stepped back.
Dakota appeared at the top of the stairs, but I’d been so caught up in Jon, that I hadn’t heard or caught her scent first. Head down, she fumbled to undo one of the buttons on my shirts she wore. The cotton gaped across her breasts, and she lifted her head with a satisfied smile that quickly dissolved as she saw me and stumbled to a stop on the second step, the color leeching from her cheeks. “Y-you’re home.”
“I am.” Opposite of her breathless tone, my voice rumbled louder than I’d intended, my grasp on my dragon slipping.
Pink swept up over her chest and neck, prettying her cheeks and kicking me like a foot to the groin. My gaze slid down over my shirt and where it caressed the tops of her knees. From our vantage point below, the apex of her thighs drew my focus, stiffening my half-swelled cock to the point of pain in a single heartbeat. Her bare sex … the edges of her pink, swollen labia … the hint of her clit beneath its hood.
I licked my lips, unable to keep back the beast’s groan from inside me.
Her gasp filled the silence, but she didn’t run off.
Chapter Fifteen
Dakota
I should have shrieked and fled. At the very least, I should have clenched my thighs together, hiding the view beneath Elijah’s shirt. Jon’s stare was like fire on my face, but I couldn’t look away from Elijah as he stared up beneath the shirt doing little to hide my nudity, his lips parted on a low, animalistic groan that pulsed my pussy.
“I—I should go put something on,” I squeaked out.
Elijah snapped his mouth shut and glanced at Jon. My husband—a slight smirk, of all things, lifting his lips—looked over at our host, but didn’t say a word. No anger, no words of jealousy or reminder of who I belonged to … and I didn’t know what to think.
Pants, my mind whispered, and I scampered back the way I’d come, a shaking, turned-on mess. Properly covered, but hardly calm, I returned to the stairwell and found both men, beers in hand sitting on the couch. Both lifted their attention my way as I paused, my face heating over the realization I hadn’t changed out of Elijah’s shirt—or buttoned up to cover my cleavage.
Jon’s smile melted my heart. Elijah’s intense stare turned my bones to ash.
Between the two of them, what was the point of even wearing underwear? Soaked through by mere glances at their faces, and what chance did my leggings have of hiding the evidence I wanted both men?
My knees knocked as I started down the stairs, and they turned toward each other, resuming their conversation of whatever it was before I’d arrived. I grabbed myself a bottle of beer and curled my legs beneath me on the couch beside Jon, very aware of the wetness soaking my leggings.
He set his hand on my thigh and gave a slight squeeze. “Elijah seems to think he has a solution to our problem.”
My heart seized. �
��P-problem?” I glanced between the two men, but focused on Jon when he didn’t answer right away.
“My lack of a job.” Jon studied Elijah although he’d spoken to me.
My breath left in a rush at the realization the problem he referred to wasn’t the sexual attraction eating away at my body. “You need a graphic design artist?” I asked with a shaking voice while turning to face Elijah fully.
“Actually, it’s his gaming abilities I’m most interested in.”
I stifled my sudden snort of giggles with my hand. “What?”
“I’ve been looking into his past accomplishments you told me about while I was in New York,” Elijah said, “and with a recent contract signed just this afternoon, created a job he could probably do with his eyes closed—if indeed his skills are as good as you bragged about, Dakota.”
“You’re kidding,” I said, my eyes going wide.
“Not at all.”
“Oh my God, Jon!” I turned to find him still studying Elijah. “Imagine being able to game for a living.” I burst into giggles again. “You can’t be serious,” I said, my gaze flitting to Elijah again. His steady stare told me exactly how serious he was. “But … how? I mean, gaming…” Was something I’d always teased Jon about, even if he excelled at the childish pastime.
“I signed a contract with the government for something I can’t discuss without the proper clearance, but I think Jon’s abilities will help me test the final product in ways I couldn’t begin to.”
I sat back, blinking, my jaw unhinged.
“I’ve offered him a trial period of four weeks,” Elijah continued, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “I can get him started as soon as tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” My voice squeaked over the sudden tightness in my chest. “But how…”
“I have a computer lab down near the garage where he can work remotely—for me—until the government approves him to move onto what’s been contracted.”
“But—” I glanced at Jon, “we need to go back to New York.”