by Jane Jamison
“Children? I’ve never thought much about having children. As your mate, do I have to have babies?” Did she want babies? She’d always thought in terms of a career, not a family. Yet given the chance, wouldn’t she want both?
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Trey’s eyes mesmerized her with their emerald depths.
“What do you say, baby? Do you want to be our mate?”
Her mind spun with questions yet couldn’t settle on one long enough to ask it. “I don’t know. I need time to think.”
“We understand.” Trey rose to his feet, started to come toward her, then stopped. “We’ll support your decision either way, but we have to destroy the video and the photos.” He stuck out his hand, palm up. “Give me the memory card, baby.”
She’d hoped they wouldn’t think about the card. Yet would she have gone ahead with her plans and sold her evidence that dragons existed now that she knew that truth of what they were? If anything happened to them, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself.
“Please?” asked Vince.
Her plan to launch her career and pay for her mother’s bill wasn’t easy to turn loose. Yet she had no doubt that she couldn’t expose them. They were right. The world would go crazy, hunting them down, experimenting on them. Even if she didn’t become their mate, she couldn’t take their lives away from them. Slowly, she pulled the card out of its slot then placed it in Trey’s hand.
“Don’t worry about your mother. We’ll cover her bills.”
“You can’t. It’s too much.” Her mother owed thousands of dollars, more than she’d ever be able to pay back.
Clint chuckled. “Sugar-babe, we’ve been alive a long time. That’s given us a lot of time to accumulate wealth. Trust me. No matter how much she owes, we can pay it.”
“What do you mean a long time?”
“As dragons without mates, we’re immortal. Now that we’ve found you, we want to live a normal lifetime with you. Just like other men, we’ll age right along with you.”
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
“There’s no doubt in our minds.” Trey’s confidence resonated in his tone. “Living life without you wouldn’t be a life at all.”
“He’s right, sugar-babe. You’re everything to us.”
“Damn. I wish I would’ve said that,” joked Clint.
She wanted to hug them, to put her mouth to each of theirs. The dark water of the underground lake beckoned. Yet committing to them before she had an answer wasn’t possible. Although every ounce of her being shouted at her to tell them yes, to promise to spend the rest of her life with them, she wasn’t the kind of person to make a quick decision, especially a decision that would affect the rest of her life and theirs.
“You said you need time to think.” Trey slid the card into his pocket.
She nodded. “I do. This is too much to handle all at once.” Even if she’d been sure—wasn’t she?—she knew enough to take more time.
“Then we’ll give you time. Just don’t take too long.”
“Why? Will the offer of being your mate expire?” She smiled, hoping he’d understand her humor.
“Never. But asking us to hold out for too long might push us over the edge.”
The craving in Trey’s eyes was enough for her to believe him. “I won’t take too long.”
“Good, now that we’ve got that settled—for now—how’d you get up here, anyway?” asked Clint. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t fly.”
“I took one of the ATVs. Did you three fly? I saw the shimmers going toward the cave.”
“We did as we usually do. We drove up, shifted, and then flew out farther away. Shifting closer to the park campgrounds is too dangerous. We can’t cloak until after we change. So we change here in the cave, cloak, and then fly.”
“But people can still see the shimmers.”
“Only if they’re very observant and look hard.” Clint smiled, pride showing in the gesture. “Most people who might see the shimmers would chalk them up to wind currents or some other natural phenomenon. It takes a special person with a good curiosity to notice them.”
“Which means you have two options for getting home,” added Vince. “You can take the ATV back down or you can ride back with us.”
“There is a third option.” Trey grinned.
“There is?” She had the feeling that the third option might be the best choice.
“You can ride on one of our backs.”
At first, she thought he had to be kidding. Then when she realized he wasn’t, his expression never changing, she didn’t know what to say. “I can ride on top of one of you? Seriously?”
“Just hang on really tight,” suggested Trey.
“What if I fall off?”
“You won’t. But if you do, we’ll catch you.”
“What about the ATV?” Was she trying to talk herself out of riding on top of a dragon? The prospect of doing so was thrilling yet terrifying. Did she have the nerve?
“Clint can take it back to the house. Vince will take the truck back.”
“Shit. Clint and I sure got the wrong end of this deal,” grumbled Vince.
Clint shot Trey a look but didn’t argue.
“What about someone seeing me? Won’t they see a woman gliding through the air on the top of shimmers?” She could already picture a family vacationing in the mountains as they glanced at the sky and saw her flying through the air.
“My cloaked body will hide you. No one will see you.” Trey shrugged.
“Why you?” Vince laughed. “Who said you get to be the one to fly her home?”
“It was my idea.” Trey didn’t take his attention off her. “So, baby, what’s it going to be? Ride the ATV? Drive home with these two lugs?” His eyes sparkled with flashes of red. “Or fly me?”
Chapter Eight
Monica laughed as the wind struck her in the face and blew her hair straight back to form a long mane. When she’d first climbed on top of Trey in his dragon form, she’d been so afraid that her shaking hands had barely managed to hold on to his neck. It wasn’t as though he had a mane to hold on to. Yet as soon as he’d lifted into the air outside the cave, she’d forgotten her fear.
The mountains were beautiful as always. Their vastness, the green and browns spreading out below her had never failed to impress her. She’d even flown above the hills, but the plane had been so high that details couldn’t be seen. Riding on Trey’s back was the perfect way to see the immense grandeur of the landscape. They flew over valleys and hills, circling around several times to make the ride last longer. Trees, so tall and majestic that she’d never been able to see the tops of them, were brought closer. Once, Trey dipped so close to one that she’d been able to reach out and touch the very tip of its height.
Although Clint and Vince hadn’t liked Trey’s idea, they’d given in and driven the vehicles home. She would’ve liked to have gone flying with all three of them.
Maybe I can soon enough. If I say yes to being their mate, how much more would I be able to experience?
Trey altered his position, lifting his head high and soaring skyward. The bright moon shone above them, and for one exciting moment, she wondered if he planned to take her there. Could she stay on top of him by pressing her knees tightly against his body? She laughed and held out first one arm then the other.
A low growl warned her not to be foolhardy. She bent low and grasped hold of his hard, scaled body.
His massive wings spread wide, rising and lowering. She felt the wind glide under them and around her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw his tail sliding back and forth, turning them left then right.
All too soon, Trey landed in a field. He lowered his huge body to the ground. She climbed off, careful not to get cut by any of his scales or sharp horns. By the time she’d walked several yards away, where Vince waited in the truck, Trey had transformed.
“How’d you like it?” Trey held out his hand, and she took it.
“Are you kidding? That was the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. Probably the most exciting thing I’ll ever do.”
“Nah. Stick with us and you’ll have even more exciting days ahead.”
She turned to see Clint striding toward them. “You’re here.” Having the three of them together, each sharing her ride in a small way, exhilarated her. Her body was alive, her senses stirred. Heat spread through her, escalating to a pinnacle in her pussy.
“I thought you two were headed back to the house.”
She smothered a smile at Trey’s irritated tone.
“We were,” answered Clint. “But then I got to thinking. Trey gets to have her on his back. Me? I’m ordered to take a damn ATV back home.”
“We both figured this is where you’d land.” Vince shoved the pickup’s door open, slid out, and strode over to stand next to Trey. “No use in walking the rest of the way. Am I right, hon?”
“It still sucks that Trey was the one she rode.” Clint scowled, his eyes flashing with bits of red.
“That’s how it goes sometimes.” Trey planted his feet apart and stood beside Vince. “Sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose. This time you lost.”
“The hell I have.” Red beamed brighter in Clint’s eyes. “At least, not for long.”
Were they going to fight? Should she try and calm them down? Yet seeing them like this, their eyes growing more and more red, their expressions tense was so damn sexy. Men fighting over her was a new thing, but an idea she was surprised to find she liked. As long as they didn’t do any lasting harm to each other, of course. Still, the right thing to do would be to keep things on an even keel.
She strode toward Clint, intent on soothing him. “Maybe I can ride on your back tomorrow? Would that be okay?”
“Nope.”
She stalled, thrown by his answer. “No?”
“Nope. I want you to ride me right now.” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he lifted her off the ground and hugged her tightly against him. “I’m willing to give you time to think, but you need to understand what you’ll be giving up if you say no.”
His gaze locked onto hers, and the intensity in his eyes took her breath away. “Clint.” Anything else she was going to say—and she wasn’t sure there was anything else she could think to say—was lost as he carried her to the ATV. He plopped her bottom down on the seat then took her by the neck and tugged her mouth to his.
His kiss wasn’t meek or soft or asking permission. Instead, his kiss was demanding, forceful, taking no prisoners. His tongue plundered her mouth as his hand slipped beneath her shirt and tugged it over her head, pausing the kiss only long enough to do so.
“Clint.” She couldn’t get more than his name out.
“Quiet.” Her bra was gone in the next moment, torn from her body. Taking her hand, he placed it on the back of the seat and the other on one of the handlebars. “Hold on.”
She did as he worked on unbuttoning her jeans then yanking them to her ankles. Her hiking boots were gone in the next moment, along with the jeans.
“Please, Clint, don’t—” She gasped. It was too late to ask him not to tear her panties away as he’d done her bra.
Naked and sitting on top of the ATV, she gazed over Clint’s head as he dropped to his knees, his hands already working at his belt and jeans. As Vince and Trey drew closer, shedding their clothes a piece at a time like male strippers, she felt Clint push her legs apart and put his masterful tongue to her pussy.
Gripping the seat and handlebar, she leaned back, her body supported precariously. His tongue laved around her folds then plunged into her pussy. He tugged her legs on top of his shoulders as he sucked on her clit. She’d been hot before, but now she was burning.
Her gaze was on the sky when Trey’s face appeared above hers. “Easy, baby.” He eased his body against her back, helping to support her while scorching her skin with his warm flesh, and captured her breasts.
She still couldn’t respond. How could she when Clint was devouring her pussy and Trey was torturing her nipples?
“Turn her onto her side,” ordered a naked and sexy-beyond-belief Vince.
Clint and Trey held her as they eased her onto her side. She came face to face with Trey’s cock.
Clint spread her ass cheeks and began working his magic on her asshole. He added fingers, forcing her tight rings to give way to his assault. His tongue flicked over her opening then dove inside. Taking a firm hold of her butt cheeks, he squeezed, sending swift stabs of pain to race along her flesh.
She drew in Trey’s cock, opening wide to get as much of him inside her mouth as she could. He tasted wild, manly, yet the actual word to truly describe the flavor didn’t exist. His cock’s texture was smooth as she skimmed her tongue along his length. She drew him in and out, inhaling his musky scent.
Vince pulled her leg up and held it around his waist. His fingers played with her clit, catching her hot nub between two of them. He twisted it then released it so he could massage it even harder. “That a girl. You’re hot and wet.”
She finally found her voice, even though it was breathy. “What if someone sees us?”
“Then we’ll give them a good show.”
Was Trey serious? Could she continue if she knew someone was watching? Yet what was a little voyeurism compared to riding on the back of a dragon? It wasn’t as though she had much of a choice, anyway. The way her body was raging, screaming at her to have all three cocks inside her, she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to. And she definitely didn’t want to.
“Look at me,” ordered Vince. “I want to see your face when I shove my cock inside you.”
She turned Trey’s cock free to find Vince’s gaze meet her own.
“Hurry the fuck up, man.” Trey’s grumble sounded more like a growl.
Vince positioned his cock at her entrance then shoved in it hard and fast. She cried out, surprised, even though she shouldn’t have been after seeing the size of his cock.
“Here I come.” Clint eased his cock into her asshole. As before, the pain was just the right amount. Enough to give her the sweet mix of pain and pleasure.
All three of their cocks were huge. No other man’s could have compared. Was it because they were dragons? Did it matter?
I’m fucking three dragons.
Could any woman get her mind around such an amazing thing?
She took Trey’s cock back into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could. Around and around went her tongue as Vince rammed into her, withdrew, then came back with a vengeance. Clint worked his hips back and forth, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks.
The air thickened around them, surrounding them in a wall of steam. Above, the moon seemed hazier, as though she were viewing it through gauze. Tendrils of smoke drifted out of the sides of their mouths and floated toward the sky. Even thinner trails of smoke drifted out of their nostrils.
Would they burn her if they weren’t careful? Would they turn a burst of flame free if they lost control of their passion? Yet fear didn’t come. She wouldn’t have them stop for any reason.
Their bodies were locked together, four parts becoming one moving entity. Their breathy pants disrupted the quiet of the night. Perspiration dotted their foreheads and wet her brow.
Harder and harder they worked their cocks into her. Harder and harder she sucked on Trey’s dick. When Vince’s and Clint’s climaxes came, they came together, each of them shouting their release. If anyone was near, they would’ve heard them and known what caused their cries.
“Having your mouth around my cock is great, but I’ve got to get inside your pussy.” Trey’s voice was tense, needy.
As the other two men moved back, Trey took her and lifted her as though she weighed nothing at all. He took her place on the seat, turning her around so that she faced him. He tugged her legs around him, putting his wet cock at her entrance. “Now. Fuck me now.” With a groan, he thrust his cock inside her.
She cried out at the for
ce of his entry. Her pussy walls stretched, friction setting up a fire inside her. He shoved his hips upward, shoving even deeper inside her as he put his mouth to her nipple and sucked hard. Her breasts bounced along with her hair as he plunged into her over and over again.
“Ride him, hon,” urged Vince.
“Damn but you’re hot,” added Clint. “Watching you fuck him is getting me hard all over again.”
She rode Trey, pushing against him as hard as she could, but she was no match for his power. He gripped her hips, keeping her to him as she rocked her body forward and back. His cock pushed the limits of her pussy and sent waves of need rushing outward to sear through her. The heat inside her was burning her alive, yet she loved every second of it.
When he stopped for a moment, she feared he would stop for good. Instead, he put his palm to her cheek and urged her to look him in the eyes.
“Come for me,” he ordered. “Now.”
As though her body had been waiting for his command, her release tore through her, her pussy convulsing as her juices burst free. No longer able to cry out, she whimpered as she lost control. Waves of lust whipped through her, capturing her breath and making her dizzy. The air shimmered around her. Were they shifting while she and Trey were still physically connected? Was that even possible? She grabbed hold of Trey’s shoulder as she reached for Vince’s arm.
Several minutes after the final shudder had left her body, she felt Vince and Clint move closer. She held on to them, unsure that her body could stand not having theirs touching hers. The air cooled around her, chilling her.
“Let’s get you dressed and back to the house.” Vince pulled her off Trey, steadying her as she got to her feet. “You okay, hon?”
Hell yeah.
“Yes. I’m fine.” But she was more than fine. She felt more like a woman than she’d ever felt before. Slowly, with their help, she managed to get dressed. They hurriedly pulled on their clothes.
Next time I want to watch them get undressed.
Next time.
Those two words held so much promise.
