by Jane Jamison
“Damn, but you’re a sight for sore eyes. Hand her over, Clint.” Trey pulled her into his arms. “I wasn’t sure this day would ever come.”
“You’d think as an ancient dragon you’d have more patience.” She giggled as Vince tugged her away from a scowling Trey.
“Ouch. Ancient, huh?” Trey flattened his palm over his heart. “That one hurt.”
“You know I’m kidding.” She winked. “You don’t look a day over one-hundred.”
“You’re a funny girl.”
In the month since Bruce had shot her, she’d spent the time recovering, physically as well as emotionally. The men had arranged for her to have the best doctors as well as a private nurse once she was released from the hospital.
Losing her best friend, however, had taken a greater toll on her than getting shot. Although the nightmares where she relived that awful day still came, she was getting better. Bruce had changed, and somehow she hadn’t recognized it. He’d gone past the point of loving her to an insane need to have her.
But the sorrow and blame she felt came from more than his unrequited love. After she’d learned how he’d died, she’d blamed herself for his death. If she hadn’t taken him into the mountains on her search for the dragon she’d seen, he’d still be alive. It took her mother and the men she loved telling her time and again that she wasn’t to blame before she managed to let the guilt go.
“You’re here for good, right?” Clint growled at Vince when he wouldn’t turn her loose.
Having Vince’s arms around her waist as her other lovers smothered her with attention was the perfect medicine. When she’d opted to recover in her mother’s home, they’d come to Gatlinburg and rented a house so they could be close to her day in and day out. They’d not only waited on her but had made her mother feel like a queen with servants. Thankfully, her mother had decided to stay on in her own house so that Monica never had to reveal to her what her men really were.
“I’m here for as long as you want me.”
“Then forever,” quipped Clint.
“Enough with the talk.” Trey snagged her hand and pulled her along with him up the front porch steps and into the house. “Right after we do this.”
She came to a halt. The living room had been transformed into a white vision of soft curtains and glowing candles. The lights were turned down low, and the shades on the windows drawn, blocking out the sun’s rays.
“What’s all this?” White carnations decorated every tabletop as well as the large mantel over the fireplace.
“We wanted to make the place special for your homecoming.” Vince took a bottle of champagne out of a silver bucket. Ice dripped off the sides. “How about we welcome you home with a drink?”
“How’d you know that I liked carnations? And champagne?” They’d had plenty of time to talk and learn more about each other during her recovery period, but she couldn’t remember telling them anything about flowers or drinks.
“How else?” Clint placed a quick kiss on her cheek. “We asked your mother.”
“That makes sense.”
“Come here, baby. Take a load off. Vince, pour our mate a drink.” Trey swept his arm wide, as though inviting her into a grand hall.
As much as she loved all the preparations they’d done for her arrival, she, too, had grown impatient. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather go upstairs and get in bed.”
Their disappointment played out on their faces. She bit her lower lip and struggled not to smile at their dismay.
“Shit. What were we thinking?” Trey pulled her toward the staircase. “You’re probably tired.”
“We’re dickheads for not realizing it.” Clint was behind her, his hand on her hip as though helping her to walk.
“Don’t mind us and don’t feel pressured,” added Vince as he followed behind them. “The celebration can wait until you’ve rested.”
She couldn’t stand it any longer. Pushing away from Trey and Clint, she walked to the bottom step then turned to face them. “I’m not tired, and I don’t want to rest.”
“You aren’t?” Trey’s confusion knitted his brow. “Then what’s wrong?”
Did she have to spell it out for them? “Nothing’s wrong except for you three being thickheaded. I’m not tired, but I do want to go to bed.” She shot them a pointed look. “Think. What do you think I mean?”
For a minute, she was sure she’d have to come out and tell them. Then, all at once, realization dawned on them. Their knocked-in-the-head expressions were priceless.
“Now I get it. Hell yeah I do.” Clint beat the other two men to her, scooping her up then taking the stairs two at a time.
They reached her bedroom, what would now become their bedroom, in record time. Was it his inner dragon that made him move so fast? Or his need for her?
Clint tossed her on top of the bed, and then he tore his clothes away. She started working on getting her shirt off, but before she could get it up and over her head, they were on top of her, pulling and tugging at her shoes and jeans then ripping her underwear away.
As though by silent agreement, they moved back and raked their gazes over her naked body. She shivered, eager for them to do more than merely look.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”
The sincerity in Trey’s eyes, echoed in Vince’s and Clint’s, was enough to steal away her breath.
“If we didn’t already love you, we’d fall in love with you right this second.” Vince’s tone was filled with awe.
“We do love you, sugar-babe. More now than ever before.”
She’d worried hard and long. Would they see her scar and think her ugly? Although the wound hadn’t been as awful as it had appeared, the scar was a daily reminder of what she’d gone through—and whom she’d lost. She couldn’t stand the idea of losing them, too. “My scar.” She glanced down at it and then, fearfully, looked up again. “It’s really ugly.”
“Nothing about you could ever be ugly.”
“Vince is right. Your scar is there because you threw your body in front of mine.” A sadness overtook Trey’s hungry look. “You should’ve let him shoot me. I’m a lot stronger than you.”
“No I couldn’t. Not after he’d already shot Vince. We were lucky he didn’t kill you.”
“We were.” Vince grinned. “It’s a good thing Bruce was a lousy shot.”
She had to avert her eyes when tears for her dead friend threatened to overwhelm her. She choked back the pain. Still, guilt lingered where they’d told her none should be.
“Damn it, hon. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay.” She forced the terrible thoughts away. Instead, she focused on the wonderful men surrounding her.
How had she gotten so lucky? She’d come to the mountains to find the unbelievable, a dragon that had saved her life. Instead, she’d found something even more unbelievable. She’d found three men who loved her. Making the dream even better, she loved them back with the same ferocity.
They were incredible men, both in mind and body. As men, they were the best of the best. As men who could change into dragons, they were the stuff fantasies were made of.
Clint and Vince joined Trey on the bed. The muscles in their chests rippled as they moved toward her like predators after a prey.
“You’re acting more like big cats than dragons.” She hadn’t meant to say anything wrong, and yet what she’d said stopped them cold. “What’d I say?”
“Hon, don’t ever say that. We act like cats? Damn. The only thing worse you could’ve said was to call us wolves.”
“Sorry. I have a lot to learn about dragons.” She batted her eyelashes, tempting them to come closer. “And a lot to learn about being your mate. So how about you start teaching me?”
Her attention slipped lower to their erect cocks, which swayed back and forth as they started moving again. Their tans covered their entire bodies, and each had flashes of red in his eyes. “You won’t lose control and change while we
’re making love, will you?”
“Not all the way. If we did, we’d tear the ceiling off this room,” answered Vince. “But I’ll warn you. We shift enough that you might see fangs or some smoke coming out of our mouths.”
“I think I saw that while we were in the cave.”
“Things are going to get hot.” Clint grabbed her leg. “There might be fire, but don’t worry, we won’t burn you.”
The air was already thickening. “Go ahead. A little heat is just what I need.” Her pussy quickened, and her mouth watered. Which one would sink his cock into her pussy first?
Clint lunged at her. She squealed as he took hold of the other leg and pulled her to him. “Damn, how I missed you.”
“He’s not the only one.” Vince pounced on top of her, his body covering most of her right side and hiding her scar.
Trey moved to the head of the bed, dipping the mattress as he went. Red flared in his eyes, and if they hadn’t told her to expect it, if she hadn’t seen it before, she might’ve been shocked at the tendril of smoke rising from the side of his mouth.
They were her men, and she couldn’t wait a moment longer to have them. “Please, show me how much you care. Give me your cocks.”
Clint, his voice deep and growly, lowered his body. He grinned at her from above her mons. “Whatever you say, mate.”
“And however you want it,” added Trey. He wrapped his hand around his thick cock. “Although I do have a suggestion. I love how you suck on my cock.”
Steam sifted around them, rising slowly to the ceiling. She answered by cupping his balls and sliding his shaft into her mouth. He straightened up, his mouth parting, his fingers digging into her hair.
Keeping her eyes on his, she moved his cock back and forth, in and out, her tongue making lazy circles around the hard-soft length. She’d make love to him this way, but later, she’d have his cock in a different part of her.
Clint pressed his mouth to her pussy, surprising her with his intensity as he parted her folds and flicked his tongue over and around her clit. Her body lit up as though he’d truly set a fire ablaze inside her. Every inch of her, every bit of her being was alive with passion, the lust burning more brightly than any flame they could ever produce.
Vince nuzzled first one breast then the next, sucking, licking around her nipples then sweeping his tongue between her breasts. He fondled them, squeezing them just the right amount to give her a little pain to combine with the pleasure his mouth gave her.
She arched her back, urging him to keep going. Playing with Trey’s balls, she hollowed her cheeks and pulled. She loved it when he closed his eyes in delight. The sounds of Clint drinking her juices spurred her on, and she opened her legs wider.
How hard could she suck?
How hard could Vince bite?
How much could Clint drink?
She wanted answers to those questions and more.
Perspiration trickled between her breasts to be licked off by Vince. She moaned, trying to voice her need for them yet knowing the sound could never tell them how much she wanted them.
Clint slipped his tongue around her clit then drove it into her pussy. She whimpered as the tension inside her grew faster, tighter. His fingers added to her pussy as his mouth returned to torturing her clit. He had her bucking, trying to get away, yet not really wanting to.
Vince’s teeth captured her nipple between them as he eased her onto her side. His fingers toyed with the puckered hole then thrust inside her anus. She sucked in a hard breath then released it as his fingers twisted and turned, preparing her for his real entry.
As his fingers delved into her ringed hole, she closed her eyes and let the sensations of their hands, their mouths, their tongues show her everything she needed to know.
“I need to be inside you.” Clint lifted her up, her knees perched on his shoulders as he put his cock to her entrance.
With a wicked grin, he shoved his cock inside her pussy. He filled her completely. No, more than completely. It was a mystery how she could accommodate his size. The friction of his cock against her protesting vaginal walls burned, propelling her lust still higher. She cried out, as much in joy as in surprise. First one, then another, followed by yet another thrust sent her sailing toward the skies as surely as if she, too, had wings to fly.
“Remember. Take it easy.” Vince pushed her ass cheeks apart, positioned his cock at her dark hole, then slid inside.
His fingers had helped to get her ready, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the width and length of him. Pain was a quick flash, like a burst of fire in the night that quickly morphed into a slow, luxurious burn traveling throughout her body.
Vince cried out, slamming into her again. His shout was a roar that boomed around the room. He bent over her, his hand cupping her breast as he pumped smaller, faster thrusts.
She reached out to grasp Vince’s arm and silently pleaded with Clint. The delicious edge was so close, teetering her on the brink of her climax.
“Too soon,” muttered Clint.
She tightened her pussy around him and shoved her hips against his. Turning Trey’s cock free, she uttered, “More. Later. Now.” She couldn’t have said more than those three words. If she had, she might’ve blacked out from the effort.
Clint paused, met her gaze, then shoved into her again, pushing against her so hard that he scooted her toward the headboard. His fingers dug into her legs as his other thumb found her clit and pressed down. As he built the tension inside her to a roar, she cried out, wanting to take Trey back into her mouth, yet she was unable to keep from shouting.
Clint growled, red taking control of his eyes. He shoved one last time into her then set his seed free.
“Why the hell am I always the last to fuck you?” Trey shoved Clint out of the way and took his position. With fire dancing in his eyes, he shoved his cock inside her.
She grasped his arms and dug her fingernails into his flesh. Soft pants came as she took him in, her pussy walls, already aflame from Clint’s cock, enclosed around Trey’s shaft. Her orgasm built higher and higher, and yet she continued to hold on, wanting to give them more.
Suddenly, Vince pulled out and shot his cum against the small of her back. “Shiiiit!”
Trey laughed as he plunged into her time and again, each thrust harder than the last. Each time he shoved his cock inside her, he pushed her closer to the headboard. She was caught, connected to him by more than flesh.
“I take back my complaint,” Trey smiled, smoke sifting upward from the corner of his mouth. “I get to have your pussy last, too. That makes it all worth the wait. Damn it. Too. Fucking. Soon.” He paused then lifted his face to the ceiling and let out a roar as his orgasm came.
She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her orgasm broke free like a waterfall cascading over a raging fire hundreds of feet below it. She screamed, her body thrashing, riding yet fighting the thunderous wave of her release.
“Oh God.” She sucked in one breath after another as she struggled to regain control of her body. Hot cum filled her pussy. Sweat covered her as her heart pounded.
“Fuck, but that was great.” Trey fell away then brushed back a loose strand of hair from her cheek. “You’re fucking fantastic.”
Slowly, she was able to think, to breathe, and to speak again. “Good enough to be your mate?”
Vince leaned over her. “Always. Better than good enough. Better than we deserve.”
The silver in Clint’s eyes returned, along with a sparkle of mischief. “Damn straight. And good enough for a ride. How about it? Want to ride me?”
“Right now?”
“Is there a better time?” Clint hurried out of bed and held out his hand for her.
“Shouldn’t we get dressed first?”
“What for?” Trey helped her off the bed. “We’re only going to get undressed again at the lake. And don’t forget, you’ll be cloaked, so no one will see you.”
“Unless they happen to get blown off a cliff, ri
ght?”
Vince chuckled then headed out of the room. “First one in the yard gets to give her the ride.”
“Bullshit. I already called it.” Clint dashed after his cousin.
“I’m getting in on this.” Trey was gone in the next moment, racing after his friends.
What the hell just happened? Monica hurried to the bedroom door and listened to them as they jostled against each other, fighting to be the first one out the front door. “Hey, guys, don’t forget me. I’m the one who’s going to ride a dragon, remember?”
She glanced in the mirror in the hallway and smiled at her reflection. “Monica Sullivan, dragon rider. Who would’ve thunk it?” She hurried after her men.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.
As an avid reader, she fell in love with romance novels. Then one day, she put her favorite things together and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
Jane spends her days in her home office surrounded by the characters she loves and the furry pets she adores. Often a new character will knock on the door of her imagination and spark the idea for another book.
Her future includes traveling, learning the art of photography, and writing more books. Thanks to her loving husband, she continues to turn her dreams into realities.
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