Dragon's Desire

by Delilah Devlin

  Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath. “I’m immortal?”

  “Look at your knees.”

  Her startled glance shifted forward, and she raised a leg, rubbing bubbles away to show a pale knee, the skin free of abrasion.

  Drago stroked her breasts again, then swept one hand lower to caress her sex with his full palm. “You are part of us now. Just as Guy’s pledge bound him to me forever, so did your acceptance.”

  “Guy won’t mind?”

  “Because he loves you? No, darling. But so shall I. So shall we. No boundaries limit the love and pleasure we will share.” He gently rubbed her sex, heating it with his hand until her knees fell open, and she leaned more deeply against his chest.

  “I’m glad,” she whispered. “I was alone for so long.”

  “And now you will never be again.”

  “You promise?”

  With one hand molding a breast, he fingered her opening, swirling around and around, but barely penetrating. “I don’t make this promise as a payment for what you’ve done for me, but as a need I must fulfill. The first time Guy brought you to my chamber, I wanted you. You were so brave and afraid, trembling with curiosity and desire. I hoped you’d be our love because I could imagine a lifetime spent fulfilling every one of your dreams.”

  “I have dreams. So many of them.” She slowly turned her entire body to face him, a smile twitching at her lips. “I feel greedy because I have, not one, but two amazing men.”

  He helped her straddle his hips, then brought her to rest against his chest while he stroked her back. “What are you thinking?”

  “That I hope he hurries, because the first time I make love I want all of us to be together.”

  Drago glanced to the doorway to find Guy leaning against the frame, a smile on his face. Guy aimed his chin toward the bedroom, then left.

  Drago kissed her forehead. “Let’s finish. Then we’ll get onto this business of first times.”

  He wished he could linger over her soft flesh, but urgency built in his loins. With soapy hands he explored her curves, pleasuring her without letting her come, because bringing her to orgasm without their other mate wouldn’t be fair.

  When he was through, he stood and helped her from the tub, drying them both. Then he lifted her into his arms to take her to the bed inside his chamber. The covers were already pulled back, and Guy hovered beside it, his jaw set, but apparently willing to await Drago’s command.

  “We share her, Guy.”

  Relief shone in his knight’s eyes. “Yes, milord.”

  “No longer.” Drago shook his head. “I am not your master. Your vow is fulfilled. If you stay, the reason should be because this is where you want to be.”

  Guy nodded, then sat on the edge of the bed to accept Angela into his arms. He rolled with her, pressing her into the mattress.

  Drago slipped in beside them, waiting until Guy’s gaze met his. “Take her. You found her for us.”

  With a swift move of his thigh, Guy parted her legs and centered his body. “I should take my time and kiss every inch of you,” he whispered.

  Her arms encircled his shoulders. “Later. After. Just please come inside me. You’re both killing me here.”

  Drago smiled and moved closer as Guy rose on his arms and stared down at his cock, which rooted at her opening. Without a warning, Drago reached for Guy’s sex and wrapped his fingers around it.

  Guy gasped and shot him a hard stare.

  Drago lifted a shoulder. “We are three, and we will be equal in this love. You and I will be her masters.” He paused, because for the first time in their long acquaintance, Drago wasn’t the one in control, at least not of himself and his emotions. “I think, that you and I have shared others long enough that we can trust each other with our hearts and bodies. No manly posturing. No inhibitions. We are all destined to be here.”

  “Have a care with your grip,” Guy ground out. “Else I’ll come in your hand.”

  Drago laughed, glanced down again, and slid his thumb in the moisture oozing from Guy’s slit. “I am suddenly regretful you’ll spend this in our Angel’s body.”

  A hand bracketed one side of his face, drawing his attention to Angela, whose mouth pursed in a fierce pout. “You can work out your jealousy on Guy later. But you’re responsible for how horny I am. Put him inside me!”

  Feeling a weight lift from his chest, Drago grinned as Guy chuckled while he placed the blunt head against Angela’s very wet opening. Then he leaned on an elbow, not bothering to move away because he didn’t want to miss a moment.

  Angela gave Drago a mock-scowl, then turned her attention to Guy, who slowly pushed inside her. Already she could tell the difference between the rigidity pushing inside her and the malleable tongue Drago had used to shred her virginity. This was more...forceful. More quintessentially, male. She liked the discomfort, the stretching, the slight burn as he pushed.

  She liked it even better when he circled his hips to screw inside her. His cock rubbed around and around her inner walls, enflaming them, encouraging liquid pleasure to seep from inside and ease his entry.

  Caught up in watching his massive shaft slowly sink inside, she had to remind herself they had a spectator. She glanced at Drago stretched beside them, his features harshly etched, his big, thick cock engorged and jutting from the dark hair at his groin.

  Drago smiled and palmed himself, then slowly stroked up and down his cock just as Guy moved in shallow thrusts.

  Her mouth went dry, and she licked her lips.

  “I think I’m insulted,” Guy muttered.

  She glanced up to find Guy’s narrowed gaze pinning her. “What? I’m not supposed to look?”

  “Drago,” Guy said, his glance never leaving her, “let’s turn her.”

  Guy pulled free so quickly she didn’t have time to complain. Suddenly her head dangled over the edge of the bed, and Guy once again pushed inside her, this time having hooked his forearms beneath her knees so that he could lift her bottom. His strokes went deeper now, something she appreciated as the sensation increased. Only, she was just a little distracted because Drago stood beside the bed, gripping his cock and pointing the head toward her face.

  Moisture filled her mouth as she watched him approach, stroking his shaft. His hands were large, but then, everything was in proportion.

  He tapped her nose with the plump head. “I know you are virgin, and we are skipping a few steps, but I want you to take me, Angel.”

  She wished he’d stop teasing and just get on with it. “Why are you asking?” she growled.

  Drago’s crooked, upside-down grin, warmed her. So did his terse, “Open your mouth.”

  Without hesitating, she did so, ceding control. Her reward was Guy’s deepening strokes, no doubt inspired by her acceptance of the thick, warm cock sliding down her throat.

  Feeling humbled, filled with masculine heat and strength, she drew on Drago’s cock, sucking it, lavishing it with wet strokes of her tongue and suctioning pulls of her lips. Drago edged deeper and deeper until she felt the sway of his balls against her forehead and nose. A detail she’d never considered when she’d read her romance novels. The sensation was awkward, funny even, but she liked the smell of his musk and the velvet softness of his sac.

  The men murmured love words in their own languages while their thrusts gained speed and firmness. Her channel melted around Guy, ripples of ecstasy gripping the thickness wedging ever deeper inside her.

  Her belly tightened, and she began to move in opposition to Guy’s thrusts, rolling up her hips to take him deeper while she groaned around the thickness burrowing toward the back of her throat.

  Warmth surrounded her, the scent of sex and sweat overwhelmed her. Her body quivered with excitement as an orgasm built, one so strong her thighs knotted and her toes curled.

  “She’s close, Drago,” Guy bit out.

  Drago pulled himself from her mouth.

  “No!” His deep chuckles angered her. “Don’t
laugh at me.”

  “I’m not, I’m not. I swear it.” His hands cupped her shoulders and lifted her until she sat astride Guy’s hips. Their bodies were locked together, his cock shoved deeper than she thought she could take. She rested her forehead against his shoulder and then opened her mouth and bit his sweaty chest.

  “Is that a complaint?”

  “I was there. You’re both bastards.”

  Drago snuggled against her back. “Another time, my love, I will take the other opening, and you will have us both thrusting desperately inside you.”

  “Not possible.”

  Both men laughed. Guy’s arms crushed her in an embrace. “I want to come inside you, but for you to hold back. Do you think you can do that?”

  “No,” she said grumpily, not bothering to lift her head.

  “Think of something else,” he said, nuzzling next to her ear.

  “How? I’m sitting on a rigid pole.”

  “Think of what it will be like when I withdraw and Drago takes my place.”

  She couldn’t hide the quick indrawn breath. The thought of them, taking turns inside her, made her channel moisten again and clench around his shaft. She lifted her head. “Can you be quick?”

  Wicked laugher surrounded her again. This time, she smiled too.

  “You’ll have to do some of the work,” Guy said, gripping her waist. He lifted her, then eased her down his shaft. “Just like that, and if you want to do a sexy little swirl of your hips—”

  “Like this?” she asked, making a circle and dragging her pussy around and around.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he whispered, then pushed her down his cock again, hard. His thighs bunched, and he speared upward, shoving her down again to meet his wild thrusts.

  Angela cried out as a wave of pleasure swept through her.

  Fingertips plucked a nipple and pinched it hard. Drago snuggled closer. “Not yet, sweetheart. You have to wait.”

  Angela cursed and tried to defy him, but Guy’s body tightened, his fingers bit into her waist, and he slammed her down to hold her snug against his groin. Inside her, she felt the scalding pulses of his ejaculation.

  A disappointed moan escaped, and she slumped against Guy’s chest.

  Guy kissed her temple then lifted her off his cock. Backed-up fluid trickled from inside her. Awkwardly, because they were all three pressed together, Guy rearranged his legs to stretch out, then lay on his back.

  A gentle shove between her shoulders encouraged her to cover Guy. Taps against her outer thighs had her lifting them one at a time for Guy to close his legs and for her to straddle his hips. Then Drago tucked his fingers under her, rearranging Guy’s balls and cock so they cushioned her mound.

  “You seem very comfortable handing my man-bits,” Guy muttered.

  “I’ve seen them before. We’ve even crossed swords a time or two.”

  “We were respectfully polite about it.”

  Angela giggled, not minding in the least that Drago was still arranging things to his satisfaction—like where her knees were positioned. He pushed them back and inward a bit, tilting up her ass.

  When fingers sank into her entrance, she was beyond ready for him to get down to business.

  “You’re barely stretched.”

  “Hey, I’m wilting away with embarrassment,” Guy murmured.

  She giggled again, then bit her lip, because Drago’s fingers were toggling her clit. Blood thrummed to the nub and she tightened.

  “Too much?”

  “It’s not really painful,” she gasped, “if that’s what you mean.” Fact was, the pressure he applied with his wet fingers did astounding things, ratcheting up her arousal. Her pussy made a wet sound as it clenched around his thick fingers.

  He scraped up the hood, then pushed her so that her exposed clit rested against the ridge of Guy’s semi-erect cock. “Keep it there. We’re both going to take you to heaven, little one.”

  Guy’s smile was one-sided, lazy, and he slid his hands between their bodies to cup her breasts.

  Behind her, Drago placed both hands on her cheeks, gripping tight, then relaxing. One hand lifted. And she knew, even before the first swat landed, what he intended. She tensed, her clit jutting, and waited for the next, and the next slap to warm her bottom.

  “She likes that,” Guy said, his eyes narrowed and studying her expression.

  Her cheeks were warm so she knew she was red-faced. Her face squinched up as the slaps became sharper and her skin stung.

  “You can take it. You can, darling. How does it make your pussy feel?”

  Her eyes bugged.

  “Don’t like the word? Do you prefer twat? Snatch?”

  Guy’s eyebrows waggled, and she gave a sharp laugh that turned into a loud groan when Drago swatted her snatch.

  “No complaints?” Guy asked.

  She shook her head, stubbornness keeping her lips pressed together as Drago slapped her pussy until it was a wet mess. Her labia were swollen, aching. She tilted higher, shaking her head because any second now, she’d beg for him to fuck her.

  Suddenly, Drago stopped. She slumped against Guy, mewling as he nuzzled her cheek.

  Hands, Guy’s from the angle of the fingers, parted her buttocks.

  She was too tired to protest, even when a wet pad rubbed the sensitive little hole. She groaned and hid her face against Guy’s chest as Drago circled then slowly pushed a finger inside her ass. Her muscles cinched around him. He didn’t move, not to withdraw, not to push deeper, but that was because he was busy pushing his cock into her twat.

  She could think that word without blushing now because she was a slut. A slut whose body was so tight, so close to exploding, she knew only the slightest provocation would explode her into a million little pieces.

  Drago pushed in his cock, then slowly glided out, then pushed again, going deeper, but still moving too slowly to do it for her.

  “Faster,” she muttered through a clenched jaw.

  “What was that?”

  “Move faster.”

  Fingers pinched her nipples, and she lifted her head to scowl at Guy. “Who’s the virgin here? Shouldn’t you be worried about taking care of my needs?”

  His grin was wide, baring his perfect white teeth. “We are. Aren’t you hot? I can feel how erect your clitoris is. And you’re soaking my balls with your excitement.”

  “That...that...was completely...” She sputtered to a halt.

  “Delicious?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Not the first word that comes to my mind.”

  Guy laughed, then jutted his chin toward Drago behind her. “She has a point.”

  Drago grunted, something she heard and felt since it jerked his cock inside her. The finger in her ass eased out. A hand cupped the back of her head, then threaded through her hair and pulled—tight enough to sting her scalp.

  But she got his point. She arched her back and dug her knees in closer, tilting her ass so high Guy had to follow her to keep her clit resting against him.

  Drago’s free hand ran down her side, cupped her ass and squeezed, then he powered forward, shoving so deep she grunted.

  He followed it with more powerful strokes, deep and sharp, angling to one side then the other, rubbing her inner walls until the friction burned. Lips glided along her jaw, and she turned her face to meet Guy’s kiss, while her body jerked with each slamming thrust.

  Drago’s strokes quickened, his groin slapping her skin. She moaned into Guy’s mouth, and he thrust his tongue deep into hers.

  Within seconds, she came hard, her entire body going rigid as her orgasm spiraled deep inside. She cried out, lifted her head, and screamed with the overwhelming pleasure.

  Drago’s movements slowed; he stroked now to ease her down from the precipice, then withdrew. He moved away.

  Guy rolled, laying her down on the mattress. His hands pushed her hair from her sweaty cheeks.

  “You’re hard again,” she said, wetting her ravaged mouth with her tongue.<
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  Guy glanced over to Drago, who lifted a dark, wicked brow. How many times had they taken a woman together? And yet this time, the experience was different. This time, he was aware of Drago as more than just a partner pleasuring their woman. His cock pulsed against his belly as he let the feelings engulfing him—pleasure, need, and attraction for Drago—wind themselves around him.

  The men moved together, their cocks touching, tip to tip, then gliding together. Drago cupped his hands around them both, and they stroked each other.

  “What will we do?” Guy asked, his jaws and cheeks taut with desire.

  “I have an idea,” Angela said.

  When both men stared down, she moved again, feet facing the headboard. She reached for Drago’s cock and pulled until he came down on his hands and knees over her, his sex angled toward her mouth. He drew closer, lowering until his face was between her legs. His strong body arched over hers, then he widened his stance, exposing the seam of his buttocks, his balls.

  Guy moved toward Drago, reaching tentatively to cup the hard muscle. When Drago didn’t flinch, he reached between his legs and fondled Drago’s balls, which hardened as he palmed them. Guy wrapped his hands around them, squeezed, and tugged.

  Drago moaned, so did Angela, whose eyes opened to peek up at Guy from beneath Drago. She winked then wagged her head, taking more of Drago’s cock into her throat.

  Guy winked back and knelt behind Drago. He spit into his fingers, then rubbed the moisture around Drago’s anus.

  Drago growled, but didn’t try to move away—encouragement enough for Guy. He moved closer, stroked his cock, then gripped it just behind the head and flexed his hips to push it against Drago’s tight little hole. Drago’s ass was cinched closed, but Guy wasn’t giving up, He pressed his thumbs on either side of his entrance, opening it, then pushed again, and this time Drago took the blunt tip inside.

  Lust building, Guy bracketed Drago’s hips and flexed again, pushing deeper and deeper, then retreating before pushing inside again. The sounds of suctioning kisses beneath them both increased.

  Why now? Why after all these years? They’d shared beds, but with a woman between them. Something had happened out there on the atoll. He’d felt the spark the moment Drago pierced Angela’s innocence. He’d felt it in his fingertips as he’d played with her nipples. That had been the moment that bound them, irreversibly together. And he couldn’t be sorry. Not when it felt so damn good.