by Lynn Burke
“What?” Jon asked, his brow furrowed.
My face heated.
“What?” Elijah pressed, the command to answer opening my mouth.
“If I wasn’t here…” I glanced between the two, unsure of how to word my thoughts without sounding like a pervert.
“You want to know how we would act on our mutual desire?” Jon asked, his word usage sounding so much like Elijah that I smothered another giggle with my hand.
“I believe your wife is a voyeur,” Elijah murmured, all kinds of appreciation in his rumbled tone.
Jon’s gaze narrowed as he peered down his nose at me, but a smirk revealed how his mind worked. “So if Elijah and I pretended you weren’t here and we got it on, you’d be a sopping, panting mess?”
Just thinking about it almost had me there. “Probably?” I squeaked.
“Sit back, baby,” Jon said with a twinkle in his eye, but not enough to overcome the need I’d become a master of recognizing as he took my full bottle of beer and set it on the coffee table.
I scooted back against the couch, my heart pounding. Holy shit, holy shit…
Elijah didn’t move, but kept his gaze on my husband.
Jon winked at me and turned toward Elijah, pushing to stand.
God, how I wished to be that fly so I could buzz around and see his face. I didn’t exist to Elijah in that moment—he only had eyes for Jon. Three steps took him between Elijah’s knees, and he sank down to his own, offering me a view of both of their profiles.
“Holy shit,” I heard myself whisper. My man willingly submitted himself to the obvious alpha in the room without having to be commanded to. Had he dreamed of doing it? Had he wondered how Elijah would react?
Did he expect Elijah’s hands to shake as he reached toward him? Had he wondered if his touch would be gentle to his face?
“Don’t hold back, Elijah,” Jon said, the urgency in his voice curling my fingers to keep from touching myself.
Elijah grasped Jon’s neck and yanked him close, their mouths coming together in a rush.
“Oh, God.” I squeezed my thighs together and bit on my lower lip at the rough way their lips meshed. Teeth gnashed. Jon’s fingers dug into Elijah’s thighs. Elijah’s hands wrapped in Jon’s hair, angling his head. Their combined groans, gasps for breath as their lips parted before crashing back together again.
I’d never been so wet in my life, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care I would leave a wet mark on the couch.
Like a violent storm bent on breaking everything in its path, the two men’s passion ignited something deep within me, something I couldn’t name, but it went beyond rightness—and scared the shit out of me.
I panted for breath, panted with the need to come, fought to control my racing heart.
Need to be a part of what they shared singed along my skin, and I gasped loud enough they stopped.
Jon was the first to tear his gaze away and glance at me. Lips bruised and swollen asked if I was okay, but I didn’t hear his voice past the rush of blood in my ears.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I heard myself whine.
Elijah yanked Jon’s hair, pulling him back to claim his lips again, and when he reached down and grasped Jon’s hard-on, I bit my lip to keep from moaning. As though the strength left Jon’s body, he sagged forward, his forehead resting on Elijah’s.
Jon’s lips moved, but I couldn’t make out the curse he probably muttered.
“Touch me.”
My body shifted to respond to Elijah’s command, but I pulled up short as Jon reached for the button of Elijah’s slacks. Unbutton, unzip. My breath left in a rush at the sight of his hard length in Jon’s hand.
“Fuck,” both men said at the same time, the words ripped harshly from their lips, plenty loud I clearly heard over my heartbeat.
Forget the gentle glide of hands learning a partner. Elijah and Jon’s forearms both flexed, rippling with muscle as they jerked each other, both hands lubricated by dripping pre-cum from both of their crowns. Down to the root and back up, palm over the head and back down, they moved in sync, their hips pressing up on every downward stroke of their hands.
The temptation to touch myself, fuck myself with my fingers while they worked each other over, had my nails dug into my palms. I didn’t want to miss one second, didn’t want to get caught up in my own need to miss out on the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
A shudder rippled down Jon’s back, and he cursed again.
Elijah yanked his head back and devoured his mouth, the combined scents of their arousal making my mouth water.
I found myself on my knees, crawling toward them—unintentionally, but so far gone in my need I didn’t care I’d interrupt.
Elijah pulled back, and blinking, Jon glanced at me, his blue eyes hazed by passion.
“I—”
Jon scooted back, tugged me forward and between them, tearing the words I’d intended from my mind. “Suck his cock, baby.”
I bent forward, my mouth flooded by drool, my gaze snared by Elijah’s. Jaw clenched, he cradled my head in his hands as I placed mine on his thighs. At the first swipe of my tongue across his slit, his sweetness flooded my senses. I licked and lapped, my pussy dripping with abandon.
“Does he taste good?” Jon asked, leaning over my back and reaching between my legs.
“Yes.” The word gasped past my lips as he grabbed my pussy.
“Take him deep,” Jon said, his voice rasped to hell. “Show him how talented your mouth is while I fuck you.”
I whimpered and closed my mouth over Elijah’s crown. He blinked twice as though trying to stay focused on my face and leaned back, giving me more room to work—and watch. Swirling my tongue, I took him in, moaning as another burst of his flavor hit my taste buds. I swallowed the rush of saliva, closing my throat around his girth.
“Fuck.” He growled, his jaw clenching.
“Mmm.” Jon lifted my hips, yanked my leggings and panties to my knees, and filled me with one thrust.
Soaked, swollen, and so damn ready for him, I didn’t do more than moan around Elijah’s cock.
“Her pussy is so tight,” Jon said, breathless, like he rode the edge of his orgasm. “So damn wet.” He slammed into me over and over until I couldn’t hold to a rhythm of lifting and sinking my mouth over Elijah’s cock.
I whimpered, my eyes closing against the onslaught, the need to come.
Elijah’s hold on my face tightened, and he began thrusting in time with Jon, filling me, his control, both of their grunts, the glide and thrust of Jon’s cock deep inside me, sweeping a tingle up from my toes to my thighs—without a single touch to my clit.
My body detonated, and I arched my back, lifting my ass and moaning around Elijah.
“Christ!” Jon thrust hard against my womb, his cock pulsing, the heat of his cum filling me.
Elijah lifted my head up, and grabbed hold of his cock, jerking his length in front of my face. Two thrusts, and a deep groan rumbled from him as cum shot up across his stomach. At the first wave of his cum, I fractured anew, a ripple of pulsing waves, one atop the other, my pussy clenching at Jon’s still-pulsing cock.
My heart pounded. Euphoric tingles rushed over my skin even after the men stilled, their hands gentling on my body. With a shuddering sigh, I draped over Elijah’s lap, my cheek on his thigh, so damn exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open.
Chapter Nineteen
Jonathan
Elijah’s and my gaze met over my wife’s back. I felt sexually sated for the time being, but hardly satisfied. A longing for so much more knifed at my chest, making me want to lean into him and kiss his soft-as-fuck lips. Taste the sweetness of his breath, submit to the firmness of his grasp, his voice. His eyes mirrored the desire in my head—in my fucking soul.
One taste, and he had me by the fucking balls. Fucking owned me in a way Dakota never could. My sweet, tender wife…
Still buried in her body, I pulled her back against my ch
est, smoothing her hair away from her face. The love of my life, my person, my better half… How could it be Elijah had taken a piece of me—without even taking me?
Fuck.
He pulled off his shirt to wipe his stomach clean, so much longing in his gaze as he watched me caress Dakota that my heart ached for him as a man. Lifting Dakota off my dick sent a rush of cum down over my balls, but I shuffled forward on my knees, placing her on Elijah’s lap.
“I’ll get something to clean us up,” I said, standing on shaking legs. I made it to the kitchen sink without glancing back. Thank fuck for thirsty paper towels. Dakota—or I—had made one hell of a mess. She’d never come so hard around me in all our years of fucking, and the second climax right on the heels of the first that had sent another rush of liquid to gush around my cock.
“Damn.” I tossed the used towels in the trash and grabbed a few more handfuls before turning.
Elijah cradled Dakota to his chest, his eyes closed, lips pressed against her hair. One hand soothed down her arm, the other wrapped around her legs, holding her close.
That damn ache knifed again, and if it weren’t for my handfuls of paper towels, I would have scratched my chest through the t-shirt suddenly chafing me.
He held her while I kneeled in front of them and cleaned between her thighs. Her shuddering sighs while resting against his chest, eyes closed, furrowed Elijah’s brow and stirred some sort of weird satisfaction in me. Both of us caring for my wife, and the connection I felt for both—I didn’t have fucking words as I studied him studying her.
“Carry her upstairs for me?” I asked, still squatted in front of them.
Elijah finally looked me full in the face, and for the first time since meeting the man, he seemed at peace. Contentment and thankfulness oozed from his eyes.
I dipped my head in acknowledgement, and stood, leading the way.
He laid Dakota on our bed and stepped back while watching her curl on her side, eyes still closed, a smile on her lips. Hesitation warred on his face as he looked down at her, but he turned, offering me the nod I’d given him while downstairs.
More than anything, I wanted to call him back, but while we’d acted on our mutual desire, I wasn’t about to invite him into our bed. I’d always feared trusting the wrong person, and letting Elijah become a part of our lives outside of fucking, for however long, would be like playing with fire. Completely submitting in the way I longed to do would open a can of shit I had no interest in messing with—opening me to manipulation and being taken advantage of like the fucker who raised me had done.
Jaw clenched, I locked the door behind him, and slid under the covers to spoon Dakota’s back as the lights dimmed down.
“He’s gone?” she whispered.
“Yes.” I kissed her shoulder, and she sighed as I wrapped my arms around her, the overhead lights shutting off fully.
“I-I wasn’t sure what to say or do afterward and felt… I don’t know. I couldn’t even look at him.”
I nuzzled my face against her hair. “Do you regret what we did?”
“No.” She didn’t hesitate to answer, thank fuck.
Another sigh rippled over her body, and she settled in my hold.
So many damn emotions and thoughts flooded through me, but I didn’t have the balls or energy to discuss what had happened among the three of us. Pretending it hadn’t happened wouldn’t work—I still wanted Elijah’s hands and mouth on me. Initiating anything further wouldn’t be the best way to start a new job, though.
The fuck?
Eyes clenched shut, I considered the truth that giving into lust had been a terrible mistake.
Chapter Twenty
Elijah
I had wanted to take Dakota to my room, lay her on my bed, and demand Jon join us—and never leave—and even though I fought my dragon, teeth gnashing, at the memory of her hot mouth wrapped around me, the heavenly scent of their cum, I’d left them alone in their own bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
They would need time. Time to assure the other of their love, dedication, and all the things a committed couple needed to do after involving another person in their sex life. For, I had no doubt that would be the next step in our relationship—and I couldn’t wait to taste them both again.
Jon’s strong grip on my cock had been the biggest temptation for me. The alpha in me needed to establish the beta’s position before I had any hope of mating with the female. She would do what he wanted.
She wanted the sexual gratification, but I couldn’t tell if she felt drawn to me in the same way Jon was. Jon, at least, recognized the connection enough to submit without being told, but his position on the floor had only gone that far. There’d been no submission in his eyes. Or in his kiss.
Dakota had gone along with what her husband had begun, but was she ready to submit to me, to recognize she belonged to me as much as she did to Jon?
Humans and their misconstrued notions of love and same-sex relationships… So many in the non-human world had evolved centuries earlier from one male, one female. The humans would eventually catch up to the other creatures of the universe, but it would be thousands of years before that happened.
Strict religious teachings—like leading lambs by the powerful, the manipulative—had gotten humanity to a point of closed-mindedness that didn’t leave room for the truth of evolution. Besides world religions through the ages, I had also studied psychology, and recognized the symptoms of a man having spent his childhood beneath a narcissist. Both Jon and Dakota had told me they’d grown up in foster care and didn’t know their birth parents. Neither had said much beyond that, and I knew when to let a matter lie.
Jon’s childhood with such a caretaker would explain his love for Dakota. She accepted him and built him up with words of edification.
What I needed to do in order to win his affection was to show my unconditional love. Yes, love, I admitted to myself. I thought I had known what love was, but I’d never felt the all-consuming need to shelter, nurture, and protect like I did with both of them. And what a welcomed emotion it was.
I lay in my bed alone, believing I might have found a way to true happiness, but couldn’t imagine the joy of bonding would fully bring.
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I set out the makings for coffee and tea the next morning before sunrise and went outside for a flight to stretch my wings. Speeding through the pre-dawn, cold air rushing against my face and wings, I allowed my dragon full charge, soaring and diving, leisurely stretching in ways he hadn’t been since before I’d found my mates.
Warmth spread through my body, a deep-seated contentment. We had made steps toward strengthening the connection among us. And I’d kept myself from loosening my hold and shooting my cum down Dakota’s willing throat. The way she had seemed near exhaustion afterward let me know the pre-cum she’d coaxed from me with her hot mouth and swirling tongue hadn’t been too much.
My dragon roused at the thought, and knowing I wouldn’t have control in my scaled form, I forced my mind on the project Jon would be helping me with. Testing of the now-contract robots had been done at the New York office over the previous six months, but with what the military wanted me to upgrade… I refused to go back to the city and leave my mates again. I hoped Jon had the skills to do the testing required remotely, and we could stay holed up in the cavern, exploring each other until I had to go back to New York in a few days’ time.
Hints of the sunrise streaked the sky before I returned home by way of the garage. Silence hung over the house, so I made my way outside once more for my morning ritual of Tai Chi. Within minutes of meditating through motion, serenity descended, easing my mind of all stress. I flowed through each pose until sweat poured from me and the sun kissed my face.
My skin pebbled a second before the scent of Dakota swept past me, but I continued my practice, fighting my cock’s desire to swell. The click of her camera sounded loud in my ears, but I pretended I didn’t know she captured me with her lens.
A
second shiver licked at my spine, and I knew Jon watched as well. Unable to continue, I lifted my head.
Dakota stood at the railing above me same as before, alone, a blanket wrapped around her. Cheeks flushed, she stared down at me, her camera lowered, hands trembling.
Come to me, I silently bid her, but lower lip between her teeth, she turned away. My attention roamed up, seeking out Jon. He stood in their bedroom window, bare-chested and frowning. He spun away before I had a chance to breathe.
I grabbed my towel and made my way back into the lower level, my stomach churning over the look on Jon’s face. Did he regret our actions from the night before? Did he hate that his wife watched me? Took pictures of me?
Heart racing, I donned my t-shirt and hurried upstairs.
Chapter Twenty-One
Dakota
I’d felt Jon’s gaze on me while I watched Elijah and finally captured still images of him with my camera. Guilt swamped me even though we’d stepped beyond friendship and I had no reason to feel guilty. What had transpired had been Jon’s idea, after all.
We didn’t speak of what happened the night before, and Jon had still snored when I’d climbed out of bed and grabbed my camera. I’d hurried downstairs, intent on the veranda, only remembering at the last second to grab a blanket to ward off the cold morning air.
I could sense Elijah before I saw him, and I once more questioned the magical air of his mountain. Fanciful I had always been, but something about his cavern home made me believe perhaps the paranormal world wasn’t as much fiction as humans believed.
My breath caught at the sight of him—black hair mussed and glinting in the rising sun. Sweat slickened his bare torso and brow, and my tongue tingled with the need to lick him from head to toe. The memory of the sweetness of his cum, the silken glide of his cock against the back of my throat clenched my too-empty pussy. Pulse thrumming in my neck, I bit the inside of my lip and clicked away, focusing in on the light and shadows of his luscious body.