by Lynn Burke
“He invited us to stay here during the trial period. House watch for him while he travels in the coming weeks.”
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate to give my opinion, something I rarely if ever did. “Do it, Jon.” Zero thought for my own job at the photography studio, zero thought for our tiny apartment and the life we’d built for ourselves in the city.
“That’s it, then.” Jon stuck his hand out, and Elijah clasped it with his own.
Waves of heat radiated from the men, like a shimmer of sexual tension caressing my skin and raising the hairs on my arms. I bit my lip as the two men stared at each other. They didn’t war for dominance. Elijah held the alpha status as clearly as the freckles scattered across Jon’s nose and flushed cheeks.
Jon wanted Elijah. Elijah wanted Jon.
I wanted them both.
The truth of all three statements settled in my soul as I studied them, and the feeling of rightness, the same as when I’d first met Jon in seventh grade, calmed me until my heart beat steady and strong, my mind placid like the water of a pond.
But how to bring up such a conversation? How could I voice the topic of my fantasies without making Jon feel insecure?
I can’t hurt him again. Biting the inside of my lip, I fought off the tears stinging my eyes at the memory of his face when I told him I needed some time alone. Fresh out of high school, eighteen and no longer a ward of the state, I’d wanted to taste freedom. I hadn’t wanted to break up with Jon, but the argument my desires had brought on, ended in just that. We’d parted ways for a mere two days before I couldn’t stand being away from him.
Jon had cried in my arms when I begged him to take me back. He’d sobbed, begging me to never rip out his heart like that again.
I swallowed thickness from my throat as they released hands, and Jon swiveled his head my way, a slow smile starting to appear but freezing when his focus landed on my face. “You okay, baby?”
I jerked my head in a quick nod, desperate to squash the remembered pain. “J-just happy,” I managed to whisper as a tear slid down my cheek.
“Come here.”
I did as told, curling up on Jon’s lap, my bare foot brushing across Elijah’s thigh. An electrical-like charge swept up my leg straight to my clit, and our gazes locked as I laid my head on Jon’s chest, my heart no longer calm or steady, but erratic in its beating.
With how well Jon read people, he must know Elijah wanted me—his pale eyes didn’t even try to hide the truth as his gaze slid down over my hard nipples poking out from his shirt, but it wasn’t just lust. The intensity in his crystalline blue eyes held so much more, so many unspoken promises that I once more found myself lost in a swelling sea of emotion.
The fire crackled, and I flinched at the intrusion of the tense silence that had settled over us. Jon rubbed his thumb in circles on my thigh, but the action only heightened my arousal, the need to be touched and taken by both men.
Jon’s cock swelled against my side when he should have tensed with anger over the fact another man looked at me the way Elijah continued to do.
Before I could figure out the why of Jon’s lack of jealousy, he shifted sideways to face Elijah, pulling my back to his chest, his hard cock resting against my ass cheeks. He swept my hair off my shoulder and nuzzled my neck. My heart skipped a beat—and another as he flicked open a button of Elijah’s shirt.
Chapter Sixteen
Jonathan
“Wh-what are you doing?” Dakota gasped as I started on another button, my gaze set on Elijah’s face.
He stared at my hands, his nostrils flared, lips parted.
I had no fucking clue, but with the tension between us, something had to give.
Another button popped free, gaping the shirt, and I reached beneath the fabric, palming her breast. “Jon?” Dakota’s whisper cut short as I brushed my thumb over her hard nipple.
“I’m giving him what he wants,” I finally answered her, my other hand running down over her stomach to palm her hot, soaked pussy through her pants. “What you want.”
Her audible swallow sounded loud in the heavy silence among the three of us. “Jon…”
“Shh.” I licked the shell of her ear and slid my hand beneath her leggings, down over her silken pubic bone, straight to the wetness seeping for me—for him.
Same as earlier in the day when I’d gone on instincts and found Elijah’s dungeon room, I gave over to the need driving Dakota and me crazy. Putting my wife on display hadn’t been planned, but the second I’d made the move, I knew it was the right one.
Elijah’s gaze didn’t leave my hand as I moved beneath her leggings. His body tensed—hands fisted at his side—as though he fought off the need to pounce on what I had offered him.
“I…” He let out a rush of air and groaned, grasping the bulge in his slacks and squeezing. “Jon…” His groaning my name had Dakota pressing against my fingers as I slipped two deep inside her. Her head tipped back to rest on my shoulder as my dick pulsed against her ass. “I didn’t offer you a job expecting anything in return,” Elijah finally finished his thought, his voice strained, low and rumbly—and hot as fuck.
“I know you didn’t.” I slid a second finger inside my wife, and she gasped, following my favorite sound in the world with her moan. Hand stilling, I waited for Elijah to meet my gaze.
Dakota whimpered and dug her fingernails into my forearm, but I held her still on my lap. Elijah finally lifted his attention to my face, and I about came in my shorts. Such fucking lust, the fucking promise of relief I’d been chasing since first meeting him lay in his pale eyes.
“I want both of you.” That low bass oozed pre-cum from my throbbing cock, and I shuddered beneath my wife.
Finally, fucking laid out on the goddamn table.
“Do you want Elijah to make you come?” I whispered against her ear, completely ensnared by Elijah’s intense stare.
“Mmm.” She writhed in my arms, and while I knew what the sound meant, perhaps Elijah didn’t.
“Is that a yes, baby?”
“O-only if it’s what you want.” Her whispered words, while not the “yes” I’d wanted to hear from her lips shouldn’t have surprised me. She always left decisions to me.
I slipped my hand from beneath her leggings.
“Wh—”
“Elijah is going to peel off your leggings,” I cut her off and flicked open another button of his shirt. “Then he’s going to do what he’s been watching me do to you the past couple of days … eat your juicy pussy until you scream your release.”
Elijah and Dakota’s lust-filled curses hit my ears at the same time.
He didn’t deny what I’d been wondering about with those cameras he had placed almost everywhere, and Dakota didn’t hesitate to lift her hips when Elijah’s hold finally snapped and he reached for her with trembling hands.
She whimpered, and he growled as he slowly peeled the leggings down her legs, revealing her pink, glistening pussy. Her sweet aroma flooded my nose, and I ripped at the final button, yanking his shirt wide while he took his good old time, pulling the spandex from Dakota like she was a gift, an old vintage wine to be savored.
The second he released her second foot from the leggings, I pressed her thighs wide with zero resistance on her part.
Fixated on her pussy, Elijah shifted back enough to lean his torso on the couch, and slid his hands beneath her ass, both of his pinkies caressing my hard-as-fucking-nails dick pressed against her ass. I groaned, and he sniffed her arousal like she was a glass of fine wine. Rather than sip a mere taste, though, he growled and dove into her pussy like a starving animal, licking and sucking, every wet smack of his lips, every gasp and whimper from my writhing wife like a shot of adrenaline to my overheated blood.
Yes.
“Yes,” I groaned out the whispered word in my head and rubbed my cock against his hands as he clasped her plump backside.
I’d never come without direct stimulation before, but goddamn if I didn’t feel l
ike my balls could erupt from the friction of the shorts rubbing against me.
Dakota’s breath caught, and I jerked open my eyes, not having realized I’d closed them. I pinched both of her nipples, parting her breasts so I could better see Elijah’s dark head against the milky whiteness of her legs. She had her hands tangled in his hair, her thighs pressed tight against his ears.
He lathed up through her pussy with his tongue, circled her clit, and latched onto the protruding nub.
“G-going to come.” Dakota half-choked on the words, her body tensing.
“Give it to him, baby.” I pinched her nipples hard enough to send that sting down to her clit she’d claimed to like, and she bowed in my arms.
“Oh, fuck!” She shrieked and gasped, breath catching between groans while riding out her climax, her thighs and hands holding Elijah against her pussy.
His low growl, the sight of his ass flexing as he humped the couch had me clenching my jaw. So goddamn hot … I needed to come.
I heaved for breath, my ears ringing, body strung to the point of explosion as Dakota finally relaxed against me, releasing her hold on Elijah.
I wanted to fuck my wife. I wanted Elijah to fuck me.
He lifted his torso up from the couch to lean on his hands, but didn’t move away as his eyes met mine. I swear to fucking God the black of his pupils swirled, but I couldn’t give a flying fuck beyond wanting to come … licking the glistening cum of my wife’s off his lips.
Dakota shifted off my lap and kneeled on the floor, her gaze flitting from my face to Elijah’s. I knew the look in her eyes.
I stood over her and shoved my shorts to my knees, my gaze on her still-pebbled nipples flanked by the sides of Elijah’s shirt while palming my cock. “We’re going to come all over your gorgeous tits, baby.”
“Mmm,” she hummed her agreement and pressed them together, creating a plump shelf for me to blow my load onto.
“Come with me, Elijah,” I said between clenched teeth.
He stood beside me, and I glanced at his face, squeezing my dick to keep from shooting too soon. The pulse in his neck throbbed, the scent of his pre-cum slamming into me like a wall as he pulled his dick from his pants. “Together,” he said, his voice sounding as tight as my body.
“Yes,” Dakota whispered, peering up at us, worshiping us with lust in her green eyes.
It took all of three seconds before my balls seized, and I groaned. “Fuck. Can’t—” A string of cum shot from my dick, spurting across Dakota’s chest, and a rumbling growl erupted from Elijah as his joined mine.
Dakota gasped, her gaze on Elijah’s face as our cum laced over her skin.
A few more curses flew past my lips as I milked myself, the sight of our combined cum marking my wife sending a rush of satisfaction through me. I’d only instigated the whole scene with the intent to relieve tension, but my obsession for my new boss took root in my goddamn head—and cock.
Chapter Seventeen
Elijah
Spent, but not nearly finished, I tucked myself back into my slacks, my attention riveted on the ropes of my cum across my female’s chest. Her lush breasts…
Still, she stared at me, her mouth parted, a hint of wonder in her eyes. “It tingles,” she whispered, finally glancing down at her chest.
My cum would give my mates what they needed to extend their human lives for longer than nature would intend, and the desire for more would override rational thought until they had their fill.
I could tell Jon to lick her clean, and I knew he would. I could tell Dakota to coat her hand in my cum and lick it clean, and I expected she would—if Jon encouraged her to.
But … I wanted my mates to choose me of their own volition, not be forced by their body’s desire for more.
“Taste him.” Jon’s command—oh, how I loved his desire to be alpha if only for a moment—roused the dominant animal inside me.
I opened my mouth to stop the action, but the dragon inside stole my voice. The sight of Dakota smearing her finger in the cum on her chest and sucking the digit clean, the widening of her eyes, her rapid blinks, the pink flush to her cheeks…
My dragon released his hold on my voice, and I bit my tongue to keep his shriek of delight smothered inside me. I focused on Jon’s face.
“Do you like it?” he asked, swiping his own finger through the sticky mess and offering it to her.
“Yes.” She flicked her tongue out and licked the drip from his finger.
He shoved the digit in his mouth and sucked. “Fuck. I can taste you both … goddamn. I thought you said cum was salty and gross,” he said, his brow furrowing.
“His is…”
“Sweet,” they both said together.
Their alpha’s cum would taste sweet to them, and even though I’d studied biology for close to a century, I couldn’t begin to explain why they would eventually hunger for what would prolong their life. My gaze flitted from one to the other as I stood still, hands fisted at my sides.
“Fuck.” Jon huffed and pulled up his shorts. “I just tasted a dude’s cum.”
“It was hot,” Dakota whispered, and I left out a rush of air, deflating my lungs.
The small amount they had ingested hadn’t been enough to addict either of them, making the remaining globs of translucent white their primary focus.
“Fuck.” Jon groaned and pulled her up off the ground. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He carried her toward the stairs, and I followed.
“Let me get the door,” I said, sliding past them as we neared their bedroom. I pushed their door open and moved across the room to open the bathroom’s. Jon set Dakota on her feet while I turned on the shower for her.
Jon shucked his shorts and picked her back up, smearing our cum across his chest. “Damn, it does tingle.”
I stepped back, and even though I wanted nothing more than to join them, I expected they would need some time alone. “I’ll be downstairs,” I said, glancing between my mates.
Jon’s face didn’t reveal much, but Dakota’s eyes swam with varied emotions. The lack of regret lightened the sudden cloud in my mind, but I feared the results of having given in without discussing what simmered between us first.
Hoping for the best, I made my way back to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.
Telling Jon and Dakota the truth about me—and the blood in their veins—should have been a priority for me, but the fear of rejection, the fear of being left all alone again paralyzed my mind. Although the need to fuck them both raged through my cells, making my dragon shimmer beneath my skin, he, too, remained quiet.
We’d had a short time to begin our friendship, and an even shorter one for the physical aspect. Not nearly enough. I needed them both to fall in love with me so desperately, that the thought of living without me wouldn’t be an option.
But how to accomplish such a task? Being under the same roof for four weeks would provide plenty of opportunity to strengthen the bond already growing between us. I could keep my travels to a minimum—which reminded me that they might wonder how I’d returned if they noticed the missing helicopter. Another lie about someone needing to borrow my toy and having dropped me off would work.
While untruths weren’t the way to begin any type of relationship, in my opinion, revealing I was a dragon shifter too soon would be ten times worse.
I could smell my mates before they appeared at the top of the stairs. Freshly showered—and no hint of cum from either. They hadn’t fucked in the shower.
A pink blush filled Dakota’s face, making her eyes appear greener in the overhead lights I had dimmed as she led the way down the stairs, Jon close behind her, his wet hair hanging to his shoulders.
He wore a pair of lounge pants and nothing else while Dakota … my sweet female had donned yet another of my shirts.
I smiled as they glanced my way. Dakota was the first to look away, her cheeks even more red. The usual cocky smirk on Jon’s face didn’t appear. He studied me with every s
tep, a calculating glint in his eyes.
Now what, he must wonder, but I had told them the truth of my feelings, that I wanted them both, and I had no intention of rescinding my words.
Dakota retrieved a couple beers from the refrigerator, and they both sat closer than I’d expected, Jon lounging as usual, his arms and legs sprawled out in comfort, Dakota ramrod straight on the edge of her cushion, hands wrapped around her bottle.
The fire crackled as Jon peered at me. I stared at him until he shifted, his gaze flitting to Dakota. Once more, her nipples strained against my shirt, and I breathed deeply, catching a hint of her rekindled arousal in the air.
If my dragon had hands, he’d have been rubbing them together with glee.
“Thank you,” I said, my gaze on my female although I spoke to them both. “It has been a very long time since anyone allowed me to partake of such passion.”
Dakota finally glanced up at me through her lashes, but not in a coquettish way.
Jon ran his fingers through her long, damp locks. “I would do anything for her,” he said, his voice so sincere, so filled with love that my heart ached. I longed for him to think the same of me, and the honesty of my thoughts twisted my insides.
My mouth opened before I gave my thought full consideration. “I would do anything—for either of you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Dakota
Elijah spoke to both of us but peered at Jon. His low, vulnerable voice, was potent enough to thicken the sexual tension between the two men as they stared at each other. It couldn’t have been a declaration of love, so what was it? An offering of his body to satiate the obvious lust among all three of us?
The two men continued to study each other, and I almost felt like a fly on the wall—and suddenly wished I was. If I didn’t sit between them, would they act on their desire for each other? Would Elijah grasp Jon’s neck and yank him close, claim his lips?
I had no doubt that’s how it would play between the two—Elijah the alpha, my Jon the beta. Hot enough alone to dampen my panties, but together? Sexy as fuck, Jon would say. My unintended giggle broke the tension, drawing both of their gazes.