by Skye Jones
Without saying anything else, she took him out, and as soon as the air hit him, he hissed, he was that damned sensitive.
“Wow. You’re a big boy everywhere.” There was a light, teasing note to her voice but no malice.
She flicked her tongue out and licked his swollen head, and he moaned. To his surprise, she did too. And that only revved his engine more. She acted as if the taste of him alone was enough to turn her on beyond belief.
She began to lick and then suck at him, taking the tip of him in, and gods help him, but he wouldn’t last long.
After a few moments, he pulled her away gently. “You need to stop.”
“Why?” Big, guileless eyes looked up at him.
“Because I’m going to come.”
She grinned. “Kind of the point, Cade.”
And she swallowed him down deep. So deep. He couldn’t help himself, he began to thrust into the glorious warmth of her wet mouth. He didn’t want to think about where she’d learned to do this, so he pushed the thought away.
Soon he didn’t have to try to push thoughts away, because he couldn’t think anything. There was only Gwen, on her knees, with her glorious mouth around his cock, sucking the very life out of him.
He came with a cry, pulsing down her throat as she took it all.
When it was over, his yearning for her wasn’t calmed at all, but inflamed even more. He pulled her into him and kissed her hard, loving the taste of him on her.
He lifted her up and placed her on the desk. Spreading her legs, he pushed her gypsy skirt up until her plain white panties came into view, and then he ripped the damn things right off her.
A knock at the door made them both start.
“It’s me,” Jay said from the other side of the burning-hot wood.
Cade passed his hand in an arc in the direction of the door, and a moment later, Jay walked in. Gwen squeaked and went to close her legs, but Cade held her thighs open, her glistening sex on display for both to see.
“Fuck me, I leave you two alone for a few minutes, and this is what you get up to.” Jay prowled across the room to them and stared right at Gwen’s wet pussy.
“I’m tasting her first, and then you’re going to make her come.” Cade ground out the order, and Jay swallowed hard as he nodded.
Dropping to his knees, Cade buried his face right where he wanted it to be. He didn’t finesse her or take his time. Instead, he pushed his face into her warm, wet haven and sucked and licked as if he were dying of hunger and only her pussy could sustain him.
“Oh, shit.” Gwen pulled him closer into her by his hair, and he loved the sting against his scalp.
Cade liked it rough, and if Gwen did, then so much the better.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
He stopped what he was doing and stood up. Jay came forward, about to kneel down, but Cade shook his head.
Pulling Gwen up, he turned her around so that she faced the desk. He pushed her forward onto it and glanced over at Jay.
“Eat her this way.”
Jay shrugged and got onto his knees as he began to eat her pussy from behind.
Cade waited until he saw her thighs trembling and heard her breath come in heaving gasps, and then he brought his palm down on her backside. Hard enough to give a sharp sting but not enough to truly hurt. If his instincts were right and she liked it rough, then this would make her come even harder. The female liked to live on the edge, and he’d bet good money she wanted the same in her sex life. Perhaps that was one of her fears when it came to settling down, that it would mean lots of boring, vanilla sex?
He spanked her again, three more times.
“Shit,” she shouted.
“That’ll teach you to be such a fucking little minx.” He gave her one more swat.
With a cry loud enough to be heard by their servants, she came. Shoving back against Jay, she humped his face as she came and came and came.
Fuck. Cade was as hard as nails again.
As Gwen righted herself and Jay got to his feet, Cade began to work his cock.
“Yes, please.” Gwen smiled at him and then turned to Jay. “You too. I want you both to come for me.”
Jay took out his own cock, his face serious as he did so, and Cade realized why a moment later. Jay barely touched himself before he began to come. His hips were pumping the air as if he were fucking someone hard from behind, and he shot his seed in a high arc.
The sight of it, the sounds, the scents of all them together proved too much for Cade, and for the second time in mere minutes, he came.
The moment it was over, they all looked at one another, and an awkward silence descended.
Crap! What if Lara had heard? They’d hardly been discreet. Still sated, with powerful hormones coursing through his veins, Cade found he could hardly bring himself to care. But he didn’t like the stilted silence between the three of them. They’d just proved they’d be incendiary together, so why the atmosphere?
“I…erm…I need to go and get a shower and check on Mum. I’ll see you guys later. For something to eat, right? Okay. See you soon.” Gwen headed toward the door, pulling her skirt down and balling her ruined knickers in her hand.
Why did it feel as if she were running away?
Chapter Eight
Oh, gods help her! Gwen put her hand on the wall to her left, steadying herself and taking a deep breath. Her legs shook. Hell, her whole body shook. What the heck had just happened in there?
She’d been in control. Liking the game. Enjoying taking the initiative and shocking the shit out of Cade. And it had all been so good. So very, very good. But then Jay had gone down on her, and Cade had done that. Spanked her. Hard enough to sting and not truly hurt, but she’d never experienced it before. And the way he’d done it… No discussing it. No safe words. No real pain but very real control.
Shit, it had messed with her head. It turned her on so much, she’d come like crazy. But it also scared her because it hadn’t been some sort of game. It hadn’t been like the time a casual hookup of hers had tied her up and fed her different foods while she’d been blindfolded and then spanked her with her hairbrush.
This had been somehow raw. Real. He’d done it because he knew, deep down, it would make her come. He didn’t have to ask her. Cade knew. And the fact flat out terrified her.
Add in the second fact that the two men had turned her on more than she’d ever been in her entire life put together, and Gwen found herself in deep trouble. In over her head and not sure where to turn. She could hardly talk to her mum about this. They were close, but come on.
On unsteady legs, she walked toward…shit, she didn’t even know where she was sleeping. As if by magic, a male appeared and gave a slight bow.
“Would you like me to show you to your room?”
Yes, she would. She needed a shower and some time and space to process this turn of events.
The next afternoon found Gwen still holed up in her room, hiding away.
She’d eaten with the guys the previous evening but taken care to sit near her mum and as far away from them as she could. Then they’d all watched a movie. She couldn’t retell the plot if her life depended on it because, all the way through it, she’d been hyperaware of Cade and Jay. Of their strong bodies, handsome faces, and gorgeous scents.
Like a chocaholic surrounded by Belgian chocolate delicacies and not able to touch them, she’d only been able to think about the two males in the room with them. At times, she literally sat on her hands to stop from reaching out to touch one of them. And they’d seemed so damned relaxed and unbothered by her presence.
Today, she’d avoided them altogether as best she could. After a morning of reading, she’d showered, washed her hair, and left it to dry in the breeze from the open windows as she wrapped herself in a warm nightgown.
Lara came to see her, and they chatted for a while. Her mother seemed as distracted as Gwen, and she hated the new distance between them. If this was what being mated mean
t, she didn’t want it. Never wanted her close relationship with her mother threatened in any way. Lara excused herself after a while, saying despite a night of sleep, she needed some more rest.
So very tired of all the worries in her head, Gwen decided to take her mother’s example and rest some more herself, see if she could get rid of this odd, dreamlike malaise which had overtaken her. Instead of good rest, though, she tossed and turned, haunted by erotic dreams. So hot and heavy, in fact, she needed to go wipe between her thighs because they were sticky with her lust. Ugh, she hated being this needy person. She took off her dressing gown and pulled on a T-shirt style nightdress. Perhaps she was sick? Coming down with the flu? She certainly ached.
A rap at the door startled her. Self-conscious because of the whole wanton woman thing, she pulled her nightshirt right down and went to the door. Opening it a crack, she smiled at Cade on the other side. As soon as she saw his ridiculously hot self, all her simmering pissed-offness disappeared. All her doubts went poof, up in smoke. Her certainty she’d walk away from this and them faltered and came crashing down.
“You’re all stressed out.” Jay popped his head around the door and grinned, adding to her happiness at seeing them.
She raised one eyebrow. “I suppose you’re here to suggest a way I can unwind? And it involves the three of us doing filthy things, I imagine?” She kind of hoped so, despite it not being the cleverest idea.
“Or…coming for a swim?” Cade cocked his head at her.
“A swim? Where?”
“In our pool. We have a jacuzzi, sauna, and steam room too.” Jay’s grin got wider if that were even possible.
“Shut up.” She didn’t believe them.
“Come.” Cade held his hand out, and as if under his spell, she took it, no questions asked.
They walked down the corridor, turned left, then right. Wow, how big was this place?
Finally, they came to a glass door, and the familiar chlorine smell of a pool hit her nose.
“Here we are.” Cade opened the door, and she gasped.
A pool lay sparkling in front of them, the water gorgeous under the many twinkling lights scattered across the ceiling like electric stars. Wooden lounges lined one side of the pool, covered with thick cream mattresses, and by the door stood a rack full of towels, fluffy white dressing gowns, and soft slippers.
Cade handed her a pile of soft white goodness. “Here you go.”
He took one for himself, and Jay grabbed a pile of supplies too.
The guys headed to one of the lounges, put their stuff down, and began to strip off. She frowned and gave a small cough.
“Erm, I don’t have a swimsuit.” She glanced down at her nightdress apologetically.
“Don’t need one. We swim naked here.” Jay smiled at her. He was acting all innocent, but it didn’t fool her for a moment.
“Naked, eh?” She rolled her eyes.
“Always have,” Cade said. “Only us here, after all. No one else uses this pool. But if you want, you can swim in your nightdress.”
“Sure is nice to feel the water against your skin, though,” Jay added.
She bet it would be nice. She loved swimming and being in the water, but she always wore at least a swimsuit. And often, as it was the British Isles, a wetsuit to keep the cold out.
What would it hurt? They’d seen her most intimate areas. Then she remembered her damned scar. They hadn’t seen it before. They would if she got nude in front of them but not if she stripped with her back to them and dived into the water. Mind made up, she gave them a prim glance. “Turn around please.”
Jay smirked but did as she asked. Cade let his gaze linger on her for a long beat before turning around himself.
She tore her nightdress off, flung it to one side and executed a perfect dive. Happy they couldn’t see how hot and bothered they’d got her either, she called to them. “You can come in now.”
“Why the modesty?” Jay asked as he took his own clothes off.
Cade shrugged out of his jeans and T-shirt, and she wanted to sigh in wonder at his gorgeous, half-hard dick. It wouldn’t look out of place on a stallion, for gods’ sakes, hanging down his thigh all long and thick. She wanted to lick it all over again, but instead dragged her mind out of the gutter and forced herself to look away.
“She’s trying to hide the fact she’s been wet for us ever since we all had a little fun together,” Cade said as he jumped into the pool.
Swimming alongside her, he stopped and grinned. “Won’t work. I can smell your desire a mile off.”
She flushed and turned away, but strong arms pulled her back into the hard wall of a broad chest. Large palms covered her breasts, and Cade whispered into her ear. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve jerked off three times while you’ve been resting and showering this morning, and I’m still fucking dying to touch you all over again.”
Oh, well…when he put it like that… She sighed into his touch as his lips found her neck and kissed her there. She wanted him, couldn’t deny it. And Jay too. These two males tempted her beyond anything she’d experienced in her whole life, and why would she want to walk away from that?
While she’d been tossing and turning and worrying, a thought had kept recurring. Her mum matched the clan leaders, and if Lara decided to be with them, then she’d be based here. In the Cornish clan. As would Gwen if she gave in to her desire for these two males. Whereas yesterday, the idea of being with Jay and Cade meant the possibility of losing her mother. Now, with the events of the day, things were different. If Lara chose to be with Awen and Lucien, she’d be here, all the time. As would Gwen. They’d still be together, albeit in a different way.
What would have happened if her mum had met Awen and Lucien and Gwen hadn’t found a match? Would her mother have decided to be mated, left Gwen out in the cold? Something told Gwen that, despite never having agreed to any males before, Lara might be persuaded this time. And Gwen might not have been welcomed into the clan leader’s home due to her lowly birth. If she didn’t take Cade and Jay, would she end up alone anyway?
“Don’t be sad.” Cade kissed her neck again, making her shiver.
How did he know?
“I can pick up your mood easily,” he said into her hair. “I don’t want you to be sad. This should be a happy time. We could have it all. You, me, and Jay. Your mother with Awen and Lucien. None of us is old school. You females wouldn’t be trapped or controlled. You’d have males who loved you, wanted to protect you, but not control you.”
Could it be? Could they make it work without her losing her precious autonomy? If they could, she’d be one happy dragon female.
Jay joined them and floated on his back by her. He turned to her and gave her a smile. “Yeah, don’t be sad, babyface. This news with your mother means you can have it all if you want. And what Dragonea female gets to have mates who surf? You’re one lucky beyotch, do you know that?” He exaggerated the word bitch and winked when he said it, and she couldn’t help but smile at him.
Jay with his gorgeous eyes, so soulful and alive in his face. He was one beautiful male, and she’d never get bored of looking at him.
“Race you?” he offered.
Without waiting to give him a signal, she agreed to his challenge, Gwen dived under the water and powered to the end of the pool. When she was about to touch the sides, something grabbed her foot and pulled her back. She opened her eyes, ignoring the sting of chlorine, in time to see Jay touch the side and stick his tongue out at her.
“No fair.” She surfaced, spluttering, “You cheated.”
“You cheated when you raced off without giving me an answer.”
She smacked the water with both her palms, sending a spray flying into his face. He yelled and dunked her, so she surfaced and grabbed him from behind, trying to get him under in return. And then she realized she was horsing around with him, totally nude. Her breasts pressed against his broad shoulders, her bare mound pushed up against his lower back. Morti
fied, she let go and began to back away, only to connect with a hard wall of muscle.
“Oh, now don’t go getting all shy just when things were beginning to be fun.” Cade chuckled in her ear, and then he swooped her off her feet and carried her to the far end of the pool where the steps lay. They weren’t those horrible metal steps you got in public pools, but they were built in to the pool itself, and he climbed out easily with her in his arms.
She gave a squeak and tried to cover herself. “Put me down.”
“Nope.” He shook his head.
She swatted at him, but she may as well have been trying to push a boulder uphill for all the good it did her.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you something.”
He walked around the pool, took a right, and pushed open a frosted glass door. She gave a delighted little exclamation of surprise. Jay was right alongside them, and he grinned at her response.
They’d entered a steam room, but it wasn’t like any she’d seen before, and she’d been to a fancy spa or two with her mother. The bench was a glittering, deep-gray granite, the walls jet-black tile. The ceiling was black too, but with a thousand tiny lights sparkling away. The lights weren’t in a uniform pattern, and consequently, they gave the appearance of stars twinkling in the night sky. In three recesses, gently glowing candle lamps softened the room’s vibe. Two plants that must surely have been fake to survive in these temperatures stood sentry by either side of the door.
Cade let her slide down his wet, warm body to the floor, and she wandered over to the plants. Touching one, she frowned when she realized it was real. “How….”
“Magic.” Cade shrugged. “One of the Warders grew them for me and gave them some dragon magic. They can withstand superhigh temperatures.”
Funnily enough, despite being dragon, she didn’t like getting too hot herself, and already the steam room began to feel oppressive with its humid heat. Then another thought occurred to her. She stood nude in front of them, no bits of clothing around her middle like before in the study. No water to hide her. She glanced down her body at the horrible scar on her hip.
