by Ophelia Bell
The other two men stood, and Veryl swept her into his arms. She let out a startled yelp and smiled up at him in response to his chuckle. “Where to?” he asked his friends. “My cabin’s on the other side of the lake.”
“Dez is closest,” Cato said. “He’s just down the shore through the trees.”
They all but ran, with Veryl carrying Simina and glancing down to meet her gaze every so often with the most blatant amazement she’d ever seen. She understood the feeling completely. Looking at him now—at any one of the three of them—incited a feeling of pure inevitability. How had she not seen it when she’d first set eyes on Veryl?
Meeting Talon all those years ago had been like a lightning bolt striking her very soul. Now she had the sense of being thrown into an electrical storm that showed no sign of subsiding anytime soon.
Moments later, they burst through a door and into one of the more luxurious lakeside cabins available at the resort. Veryl set her down, her bare feet sinking into a soft fur rug before a comfortable blaze in the large fireplace. The three men stood back then and looked at her.
“I think we need to get one thing out of the way first,” Cato said, looking at each of them. “This isn’t anything close to what we expected when we hired Gerri to find us mates. I was a fool to expect things to be simple … I’m sorry for that.” He gave Veryl a contrite look. “You were right. I should have believed you, but I couldn’t allow emotion to get in the way of what I thought was a logical solution to our problem.”
“I get it,” Veryl said, giving his friend a sideways smile. “But you wanted mates for us. It just made sense that we should follow our hearts. You guys should try it sometime.”
Cato took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Simina. Her heart thudded hard at the utter helplessness in those blue eyes. “I … want to learn how to do that. But I need to know this is what we all want. Rational problem-solving is my strength, not this … I’m at a disadvantage here.”
“Brother, it’s simple,” Dez said. “Get out of your own way. What does your dragon want?”
Cato shook his head slightly, his gaze burning into Simina. In a low voice he said, “Everything, Dez. I want you, Veryl, Simina. I want all of you. Please tell me we’re on the same page.”
Simina swallowed, realizing she was the one he was really addressing. Her dragon roared her own response, but it took her a terrified moment of paralysis before she gave in.
“Yes. I want you too. All of you.”
Cato let out a long breath, his eyelids sliding closed. “Good. Because there is no fucking way I’m holding back now. I saw something in your eyes, Simina … something special. Do you trust me?”
She was thrown back to her relationship with Talon again. Her old lover’s sharp displays of intellect had always been accompanied by an even sharper craving for dominance that he preferred to exercise while alone with her. He had always prefaced a session with those very words: “Do you trust me?” And though he would never tell her what he had planned for her each time, she was never disappointed.
“Yes, I trust you.”
“Take off your clothes for us, love.”
Slowly, she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her gown and slid them down her arms, then pushed her dress over her hips, wiggling to help it along. When it slid to the floor and she was fully bare, she looked at him again.
On either side of him, Dez and Veryl licked their lips. The sensitive, attentive Veryl was gone, the hunger in his eyes a mirror to what she saw in Dez’s red gaze. They looked like wild beasts, barely held in check by their master. Both men glanced at Cato as though waiting for his command to attack. And she was their prey.
Cato closed the distance between them and cupped her face in both hands, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes. His thumb grazed her lower lip. “You were made for us, weren’t you? These lips were designed to be kissed by each of us.”
He bent down and captured her mouth with his, giving her a long, lingering kiss with a slow plunge of his tongue deep into her mouth. When he released her, another hand cupped the back of her head and turned her. She found herself in Veryl’s arms once more, his mouth on hers, receiving another kiss that stoked her fire hotter. Then she was turned again into Dez’s arms, and the sweet, luscious lips that had started it all crashed onto hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.
When Dez released her, Veryl took her hand again and pulled her against his body. He was fully naked now, though she hadn’t been aware of him undressing, and her nipples brushed against the silken skin of his chest. He lowered himself to the bed, one arm hooked around her waist. She followed, enraptured by the intensity of his gaze. Hands braced on his shoulders, she straddled his lap, her entire body lighting up when his hands went to her ass and squeezed.
“Still like it rough, starshine?” he said in a gruff voice that sent a shiver of pleasure straight to her core.
She nodded, and his eyes took on a wicked glint. He pulled her hands away from his shoulders, threading her fingers between his as he lay back on the bed. He stretched his arms up above him, holding tightly to her hands so she was forced to stretch and lower her upper body to his chest.
“I’ve got you,” Veryl whispered. “Just do what Cato says and we’re all winners.”
“That’s right, keep that beautiful ass up,” Cato said behind her. He rested one big palm against her lower back, sliding it down over the curve of her ass in a slow caress. Then his hand was gone, and a split-second later, connected with her ass in a loud smack that made her jerk and yelp in surprise.
Before she could protest, he did it again to the other side. Tears sprung to her eyes from the sharp sting and she let out a small whimper. The sensation was so unexpected, but with her cheeks spread and her entire nether region on display, the smacks only served to concentrate her blood flow in that spot. Arousal surged through her, and she gasped to try to catch her breath.
Veryl’s grip tightened on her hands. “Look at me,” he said.
Simina lifted up just enough to see his face. He studied her for a second before the concern in his eyes faded and he smiled. “You want more, don’t you?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I want everything.”
Smack. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll give it to you.” Cato abused her ass with another series of quick slaps until her lower extremities were a bundle of pure heat. He paused on the last strike, leaving his hand against her blazing skin and rubbing in a wide circle. He deliberately grazed his fingertips over her soaked folds, making her core clench with need for deeper contact.
The bed dipped beside her, and a naked Dez reclined slant-wise just above Veryl’s head, leaning on one elbow. He shot her a wolfish smile, then leaned in to kiss her. While their lips were joined, Cato tightened the pattern of his stroking hand on her ass, spiraling in until his fingers dipped between her dripping folds again. She moaned into Dez’s mouth, pushing back into the thrusting digits.
Dez tore himself away and bent over Veryl, kissing his friend with equal ardor while Simina’s sanity slowly crumbled under Cato’s expert touch. He withdrew slick fingers from inside her and slid them up to tease around the tight rosette of her anus, making her gasp again at the pleasure.
“You’ll be so full of us you’ll forget all your worries, love,” Cato said, pushing a fingertip into her then withdrawing it to tease in maddening little circles. “But first I have a personal fantasy to fulfill. Think you can take two of us in your sweet, wet pussy?”
Beneath her, Veryl groaned into Dez’s kiss, and a second later, she felt the hot, thick tip of a cock rubbing against her clit from beneath. Glancing down, she saw Cato’s fist wrapped around his friend’s shaft. Veryl tilted his hips up as though drawn to her heat, and Cato guided him into her.
Simina’s entire body heated and she lowered her hips to take him in, every glorious inch of his thick column setting her insides alight in a way he hadn’t done the last time he’d been inside her. Everything was different now because it wasn’t just
him. It was all of them together that made the difference.
When she rose up again, Cato closed in, lifting one knee onto the bed beside hers to brace himself. He tilted his own hips to slide his cock alongside Veryl’s, and with his hand gripping them both, he aimed their tips at her entrance.
Simina’s heart pounded and she redirected her gaze over her shoulder at him. Pure hunger filled his blue eyes when he stared back.
“Hold on tight,” Cato said. Then he was pushing into her, with Veryl somehow sensing the shift and lifting his hips to slide his shaft alongside Cato’s, their tips squeezing into the slick tightness of her core. Veryl groaned and Dez leaned back, watching the proceedings with a feverish gaze.
Simina’s heartbeat quickened, the throb of it concentrated between her thighs where the two thick heads breached her opening and pushed slowly into her. Her muscles stretched farther and farther the deeper they went, and the pleasure grew to excruciating heights. She let out a gasp, tightening her grip on Veryl’s hands as the pair of them pressed past the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her channel.
Her mouth fell open, her breath catching as they gradually began to fuck her. Her field of vision was filled with two faces—one pair of violet eyes and one pair of red eyes watched as she came undone, the most glorious orgasm ripping through her within seconds of the men starting to move.
But Veryl didn’t release her, and neither did Cato relent. She felt the bed shift again as Cato moved his other knee onto the mattress, holding tight to her hips with both hands and driving even deeper.
“We’re not finished with you yet, love,” Cato said. He leaned over her back, brushing his lips over the side of her neck as he continued thrusting deep in perfect synchronicity with Veryl, the two of them moving as one inside her. “Take care of Dez while we fuck you.”
She focused her attention on the fair-skinned dragon before her, who still lounged across the pillows, though the tension in his body betrayed his pent-up need. He gripped his cock in one hand, stroking lightly, and shifted positions for her the second she set her gaze on his hips and licked her lips. Rising up on his knees, he positioned himself above Veryl’s shoulders at the perfect height for her to take him in her mouth. As she dipped her head, Veryl released her hands for the first time and grabbed Dez’s hips. He opened his mouth as he lifted his head and swiped his tongue along the underside of the other man’s balls, inciting a surprised grunt from Dez.
“Fuck, this is heaven.” Dez threaded his fingers into her hair and growled low in his chest as she took him between her lips and slid her mouth down his length. Now that her hands were free, she gripped the base of his shaft and braced herself against Veryl’s chest with the other.
Between Dez’s thighs, Veryl’s head tilted, and he took Dez’s balls into his mouth, sucking each one gently while Simina sucked on the red dragon’s steely length. He canted his hips to meet her mouth, shifted back again, then moaned and widened his knees. Simina couldn’t tell what he was responding to, but knew Veryl was busy doing something new, and whatever it was had Dez nearly shaking with pleasure. This was a side of the sensitive violet dragon she’d seen no sign of when they’d been together before, but she loved the idea of the pair of them sharing in the pleasure they gave Dez, and within moments, the red dragon’s rough voice rang out and his cock pulsed in her grip.
He pulled back and urged her off his cock abruptly. Confused, Simina stared up at him, but he only met her gaze with a hooded look of lust. He was lost in the moment, his hand moving to grip his shaft above hers as he began stroking himself in earnest with her. She had a clearer view of where Veryl’s face was obscured between Dez’s legs, his chin the only thing visible as he tongued avidly between Dez’s cheeks.
“Want to see you covered in me, baby,” Dez said by way of explanation. A split-second later, he threw his head back and groaned as his cock erupted in a sudden thick stream of semen that subsided into quick spurts.
Simina was too overcome by ecstasy to react, but eagerly accepted Dez’s kiss when he gripped the sides of her face and leaned in. His mouth dropped down to her breasts and her eyelids fluttered shut, pleasure shooting through her as he toyed with one nipple with his tongue, connecting a steady current of bliss from her breasts to her filled pussy.
Another mouth latched onto her nipple unexpectedly, and she opened her eyes enough to see that Dez had moved to the side and Veryl had leaned up to join him. Veryl’s tongue was all over her, licking up the mess Dez had made of her. He hooked an arm around her back, pulling her back down so her breasts hovered over his mouth while his cock continued slamming into her alongside Cato’s with greater ferocity.
Simina’s entire body was at their mercy, their pounding thrusts rocking her forward so hard she scrambled for purchase on something. She found Dez again and held onto him, lost to the pleasure that filled her and only too grateful to have his sturdy arms keeping her steady.
“You ready to come for us again, baby?” Dez murmured in her ear as she clung to him.
“Please … yes …” she gasped.
He slipped his hand down her belly, between her thighs, and found her aching clit. With one light tug of it, a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Then he rubbed it in a tight little circle, as hard and unrelenting as the pair of cocks that pistoned into her, still in such perfect synchronicity she could almost believe these three men were the same person, split just to triple her rapture.
With three rough voices in her ear urging her on, she let go. Pleasure cascaded over her in scalding waves, and she moaned and sobbed at the exquisite perfection of every second. Just when it started to abate, the cocks inside her pushed harder, fucked deeper, and she was flying yet again, only this time two more voices joined hers as Cato and Veryl found their own climax.
Both their hands gripped her hips tight as their shared orgasm tore through them. She grabbed at Veryl, hooking her hand behind his neck to pull him up into a desperate kiss. With her other hand, she reached back for Cato, needing him closer, too, and found him right there, his mouth at the side of her throat as his orgasm filled her. She clutched them both, turning her head when Veryl released her to meet Cato’s mouth, their lips sliding together in the closest they could come to a kiss at that angle.
Their bodies shook and spasmed, and Dez’s fingers remained between her thighs, drawing her orgasm all the way to its exhausting finale. She finally released her hands from Cato and Veryl and pulled Dez in for one final kiss, murmuring a soft “thank you” before collapsing onto Veryl’s chest.
18
“I think we broke her,” Dez said, giving Simina’s inert backside a gentle pat and resisting the urge to fondle the unconscious woman more. He itched to dive back in for seconds, but would have to wait until she woke up. “Maybe two dicks were too many.”
“She loved every second of it,” Cato said. “We all did, but her especially.”
Dez fell back onto the pillows and let out a satisfied sigh. “Fuck. That was … game-changing. Who knew I’d love having Veryl eat my ass so much?” He turned onto his side to see Veryl’s mortified expression as he buried his face in Simina’s hair. “I’m serious, man. Best fucking blowjob of my life. Next time she goes down on you, I’ll return the favor.”
Veryl’s eyelids fell shut and he let out a low groan, his hips shifting underneath the sleeping Simina. He wrapped his arms around her and held her while he twisted out from under her. He carefully slid her off his body, revealing an erection that hadn’t subsided at all, even after his orgasm.
Simina let out a husky, sated moan and burrowed into the blankets when Veryl released her, her lovely curves undulating with a sensuous stretch as she settled herself like a cat and began snoring softly.
“I’d take that offer now, but for some reason, I want her in on it,” Veryl said. He rubbed the back of his neck with an odd expression, his touch slowing to a more deliberate inspection. “What the hell …? Do I have something on my neck?” He turned the back of his head
so Dez could see.
The subtle glow beneath Veryl’s skin confused Dez at first until the shape registered and his eyes widened.
“Holy fuck,” Dez said, smacking his palm to the back of his own neck and the subtle tingling sensation he felt. He shot a look at Cato. “Dude, let me see yours.”
Cato obliged, holding his hair up out of the way as he twisted around. He had the exact same silvery glowing circle at the back of his neck too.
“Does this mean what I think?” Dez asked.
“That she’s marked us. Yes,” Cato said.
Dez swallowed, the enormity of the situation sinking in as he looked back down at the sleeping woman’s lush, naked body. His cock roused to full stiffness again. “Goddamn, I want to be inside her now. I had no idea it would feel like this. Should we return the favor?”
Cato shook his head. “I doubt she realizes she’s done it. We need to make sure she knows and agrees before we mark her.”
“She didn’t ask us first,” Dez said.
“Simina has less control over her dragon’s instincts than we do. We can make the choice with eyes open, so we should wait. I want to hear her say yes first.”
Dez nodded, then looked at his two friends, smiling. “Who knew? Well, I guess you did, Ver. But did you have any idea it would be that fucking amazing?”
Veryl still looked dazed. He stared for several long moments at Cato, then at Dez before smiling. “I had hopes. But never imagined we’d have her too.” He dropped his gaze to the sleeping Simina, who had curled up on her side and slung an arm around his waist.
“Sleeping the sleep of the well satisfied,” Dez said, grabbing the comforter and tugging it up over her as he slid down and curled his big body around Simina’s naked back, suddenly feeling very protective of the woman, even though it had barely been a few hours since he’d first set eyes on her. He pressed his nose to her neck and inhaled, savoring her musky, freshly fucked scent and enjoying the way her body fit perfectly within the crook of his own. This was what it felt like to have a mate.
