by Crymsyn Hart
He understood that Drake was interested in finding out more about this. When she had gone, Wyeth felt her absence like a knife to his heart. He didn’t know how to explain it. One moment, she was there, and the next moment she wasn’t. Her body was there, but the persona had vanished. She had looked at him and hadn’t known him. When Savanna came back, he realized that he didn’t want to ever feel that way again. He didn’t want her to run away. It didn’t matter how many times he tried to rationalize how he was connected to Drake or how the three of them were connected. It meant he had never felt this way with another person.
“Being straightforward. Getting to the heart of the matter is a good thing.” Drake crossed his hands over his chest and leaned on the balcony door. He was being smug, but something in his demeanor seemed a little harsher.
“Let’s talk about this inside. I’m cold.” Savanna walked by the two of them. Wyeth reached for her, but she kept close and didn’t touch either of them. Maybe it was for her to keep herself clear headed.
Wyeth closed the balcony doors and followed her from the dining room into the living room. He threw some logs onto the fire. He looked back and saw Savanna staring at the fireplace. Drake was a few feet behind her. She raised her hand and a blast of heat whizzed by him. A fire blazed in the hearth. Savanna put her hand down and sat on the sofa. This room was one they hadn’t gotten to yet. Dust caked everything and plastic was laid out. He had gotten the chance to clean out the master bedroom and get the oven working in the kitchen. The electricity was on in the house so his crew could work. There were many things they had to do in the house. But the time they had been apart he had gotten the house as ready as he could. He realized now he was doing it for her.
“How did you do that?” Wyeth asked, stunned at what he had seen.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I felt Drake’s anger. It’s simmering underneath his skin. It’s one reason I went outside to cool off, but he’s still pissed. If I tap into it, I can’t contain it.”
“You’re channeling my energy more. If that’s not a sign that you are my mate then I don’t know what is. How can you fight this?”
“I’m not trying to push it away. I’m trying to make sense of it. I’m trying not to jump into bed with two men I barely know. It’s not me. I just...I don’t know.” Savanna hung her head in her hands and Wyeth mirrored her frustration.
Wyeth got up and Drake approached her as well. He held up his hand and shook his head. Drake stopped and flashed him a confused look, but sank into the chair next to the fireplace. He knelt before Savanna and peeled her hands away from her face. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. It broke his heart. This woman shouldn’t be put through such drastic emotions. She shouldn’t be torn asunder, and this whole situation was doing exactly that. It was pulling them all apart from the inside out.
“Savanna, those are all valid concerns. I can’t say I haven’t jumped into bed with women after first meeting them. Drake, well, he’s been around for a while, so I’m sure he’s done some things too. This thing is between us. It doesn’t mean you have to abandon your reason. The longer we’re together like this, the stronger this desire is going to grow. Tell me you don’t desire me or Drake. If you don’t, I’ll leave you alone. I’ll bring you home, but you have to tell me what you want. You have to give an answer from your heart. Do you want me? Do you want Drake? Can you give yourself up for one night? One night that might change your life?” He kissed the back of her hands the way he had done before. Touching her skin lessened his anxiety.
“I-Yes.” Wyeth lifted her chin so that he saw she fought everything that happened. For the first time, he looked at it from her point of view. Here were these two attractive men coming on to her and telling her they wanted to ravage her. Most of her relationships must have been on different terms because of her weight. She wasn’t a perfect woman, and maybe the right man had never told her she was beautiful. He didn’t think she had been treated badly, but her heart had been broken. And she didn’t want to have that happen all over again.
“We’re not going to let anything happen to you.” He motioned for Drake to join them.
“Wyeth’s right. We would never let anything happen to you. The first instinct for a dragonkin mate is that you are happy, safe, and protected. All I...we want for you is to make sure you are satisfied. You can trust us. Feel the link between the three of us and know that what I say is true. I’d never hurt you.”
“I know...” she whispered.
“Wyeth would never hurt you, either.”
“I know that, too.”
“Then trust us,” Wyeth trailed his fingers down her cheeks, wiping away the tears. She sniffled and smiled. He saw the trust returning to her eyes.
“Do you want us?” Drake asked.
“Only if I have your assurance I’m not going to be pulling you apart from one another. I can’t do that again, what happened outside. I can’t deal with this fury you both feel. I can’t keep channeling this fire.”
“I can’t promise that I won’t get jealous, because I don’t know if sharing you is something that I can deal with. The most important thing is keeping you happy and safe. We will work it out. Do you believe me?” Drake asked her.
“Yes.” A smile slipped across her features. He sensed her acceptance. Jubilation bubbled up inside of him. He kissed her lightly and felt her respond as she pressed against him. Her lips were sweet and his entire body sung out for her. “You know I never got a chance to bring you dessert. What do you say?”
“That I shouldn’t because it will go right to my hips.”
“I guessed and bought some chocolate cheesecake. I’m not good with baking. What do you say?”
“It sounds good.”
He went to the kitchen where he divided the cheesecake and made sure they had three plates and then brought them back into the other room. Drake sat next to Savanna and was saying something to her. A knife of jealousy stabbed him, but he pushed that off. She didn’t want them at one another’s throats. He handed her a piece of the cheesecake and then gave one to Drake. The other man cut a slice off with his fork and offered it to Savanna as if it were the natural thing to do. He held it before her as though offering it to a goddess. Savanna opened her mouth and accepted the cheesecake.
“How is it?”
“It’s good.” She cut a slice of hers. Wyeth set his plate down and took her hand. He dragged her finger through the whipped cream and sucked it between his lips. A small moan came from her. The light sound tightened his cock and he wanted to take her right there on the couch. Drake took another bite of the cheesecake and trailed his hand up her leg it until he got to her knee.
“That tickles.” She jerked and giggled.
“I’ll have to figure out later where the rest of those spots are,” Drake said as he planted a kiss over her knee. She squirmed and squealed.
“We can continue this here, or we can go to up to my bedroom. It’s your choice,” Wyeth suggested. Her cheeks burned red at the proposal, but she had finally accepted the idea of the three of them going to bed together. He had no intention of pleasuring the other man.
“Upstairs,” she said meekly.
“Are you sure?” Drake asked her, sliding his hand along her calf until it rested just above the knee.
“Yes, before I lose my nerve.”
“Okay then.” Wyeth helped her up and he led her slowly through the house. She clutched his hand and wound her fingers tighter through his. Wyeth swore he heard her heart pounding so fast it echoed in his own. Then again he had never been so nervous about anything in his life, either. Sure, he’d had his share of sexual experiments, but never with another man in the same bed. They wound through the mansion until they came to the master bedroom in the back. It was quiet and away from the work. Wyeth had changed the bed linens, gotten a new mattress, but the lighting needed to be updated. He opened the door and rushed in to open the drapes. He turned the lanterns on so they had light to see by. Drake had his hand
s around Savanna’s waist, walking with her as he ran his nose along the line of her neck. Wyeth watched her reaction. Her head was thrown back, leaning against Drake. Wyeth bit his lip and walked over to them. Drake locked his eyes with his. Wyeth felt the challenge and his body tensed. When he glanced at Savanna he had to think about her. He trailed his fingers down her cheek and her desire clouded gaze gave him the incentive to kiss her slowly. Wyeth swiped his tongue across her lips and tasted the sweetness of the cheesecake.
She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away. “Stop, for just a minute.”
“Are you okay?” Drake asked.
“Yes. Fine. I just need a moment. Where’s your bathroom?”
Wyeth smiled. “The working one is downstairs near the kitchen, which is next to the living room. Do you think you can find it?”
“I’ll be fine. You two stay here. And don’t kill one another.” She slipped out of the room, leaving him feeling as though he had a big hole inside of him. Once she was gone, he peered over at Drake.
“Are you going to be able to do this?” He sat on the bench before the bed.
“She’s the most important thing now. Don’t you agree?” Drake answered.
His emotions conflicted. He would have said no, but now being connected to Drake, the otherness that came from their link was taking over. “Yes. Although...”
“It’s not your natural instinct to think like that?”
“Right.”
“I know. It’s not mine either, but when the mating instinct kicks in nothing else matters except making her happy. Everything is about her pleasure. I know I can’t fight with you anymore. If she starts to channel my fire the way she did downstairs, it can do us both more harm than good. Don’t worry, Wyeth, I have no plans on pleasuring you. Seeing you unclothed has no interest to me except making her moan.”
Wyeth wanted to hear the same thing. “Yes. That’s the most crucial thing.”
“Then I suggest we get into bed and wait for our mate to return.” Drake pulled his shirt over his head and folded it on the bench. Wyeth glanced at the other man and hated to admit that he was a little jealous. Drake was correct. The most important thing in his world right now was making Savanna happy.
* * * *
Savanna ran her fingers through her hair. She looked semi-presentable. She wished she had shaved her legs, but oh well. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies. Her head kept telling her this wasn’t going to work out. The men had been so convincing and her heart said this was what was supposed to happen.
“Are you going to listen to your heart?”
She heard the voice in her mind. “Yes.”
“Let them love you, because they need your love as much you need theirs.”
The energy receded as she touched the mirror and her self-esteem was bolstered. She stalled, because she didn’t know how they would react. So far their kisses and caresses had left her wanting more. Her body ached. Savanna took one last look at her reflection and headed back to the bedroom. There she found Drake and Wyeth both undressed. Wyeth poked at the fireplace. The flames flickered, showing off his toned body. Drake stretched out along the bed like a cat lounging and waiting for her. A large, devilish grin curled up his mouth.
“Wow...” she breathed.
Wyeth chuckled. Her gaze raked his body as he walked over to her, strutting. She held her breath as he took her hand and placed it over his erect cock. “Do you feel how much I want you?”
His body was warm and his prick firm. She ran her fingers over it until he moaned. She kissed him lightly and rubbed him a little bit faster. All she wanted was to feel him inside of her. Wyeth trailed his hands over her arms and around her back and unzipped her dress. He undid it slowly, sliding it down over her arms, revealing her breasts. She broke the kiss and pulled away from him covering her breasts as she felt inadequate before them.
“Beautiful,” Drake whispered behind her. He traced his finger over one of her bra straps and slowly undid the hooks. “Don’t ever feel you have to cover yourself, Savanna.”
He kissed her neck, slipped the strap further, and kissed along her shoulder. Each small place he left his brand, the imprint of his mouth remained. Wyeth knelt before her and trailed his hands along her inner thighs. Savanna squirmed as he reached her panties and tugged them down until she stepped out of them. Drake took her arms and guided them to her sides. From there he covered her breasts with his hands and lightly thumbed her nipples until they grew harder with each small stroke. Her dress dropped to the floor in a pool of cloth. Wyeth parted her legs slightly, kissed her mound of curls, and trailed his fingers along her moist slit. Savanna jumped when he pushed a finger inside of her and at the same time Drake squeezed her nipples harder. A small whimper escaped her throat.
Drake nipped her shoulder blade. Each time he released her skin it only left her wanting more. Wyeth found a slow rhythm of pumping his fingers inside of her pussy that forced her hips outward. His thumb discovered her buried nub and fondled it. Savanna didn’t know whether to turn her attention to Drake or Wyeth, because each of them was imparting pleasure to her body that roused her to heights she never thought possible. Drake’s hard dick pressed along her ass.
The world began to spin out of control the longer Wyeth massaged her clit. Drake bit a little harder along her shoulder and then sucked in the skin. Each time he did, the pain mixed with the pleasure of Wyeth’s manipulations sent her rocketing into another world. If it wasn’t for the two of them being there, she wouldn’t be able to stand. Her legs shook as the orgasm built within her.
She wound her fingers through Wyeth’s hair as he flicked his tongue along her thigh. Drake’s nails seemed sharper as he turned her face toward him. He captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Savanna moaned into his mouth which only made him kiss her harder, insistent. He sucked in her bottom lip and tugged on it lightly with his teeth before releasing it. It left her breathless.
He tugged on her ear. “I want to fuck you so hard, Savanna. I want you to scream for me.” Drake took her hand and placed it on his cock. “You feel me, baby?”
“Yes.” She wanted to whisper, but the same hunger overcame her that he must have felt because at that moment, an orgasm slammed into her so hard that it nearly knocked her over. She dug her nails into Wyeth’s skull, but he just continued to pleasure her with his fingers. All she knew was she had gone into a world of white and she didn’t know if she would burn up or not.
“What about me? Do you want me too?” Wyeth breathed next to her ear.
Savanna realized that the orgasm had stopped. She floated from both of them and had to catch her breath. Wyeth kissed the other side of her neck that Drake hadn’t claimed. His mouth didn’t burn as much as Drake’s, but all his touches lit her up inside. “Of course.” It took her a minute to separate herself from the others. When she did, she looked at both men feeling shy, but when she gazed into their eyes all she saw was desire. She had a little bit of courage and walked over to Drake. Savanna walked her fingers down his chest and over his pert nipples. She bit her lip and squeezed one. His eyes fluttered shut and a soft groan rumbled from his chest. She slipped her hand lower and squeezed his balls.
“Fuck,” Drake muttered.
“You bet.”
“What about me?” Wyeth spun her around.
“I wasn’t done with Drake yet.” Savanna touched the tip of his prick which moved when she did.
“What if I want you first?” Wyeth pinched her ass.
“I guess you’re going to have to wait.”
Savanna took Drake’s hand and led him over to the bed. Her heart hammered in her chest. She kept telling herself this was what she had wanted and it was, but she didn’t want the self-doubt that ate away at her to get the better of her. Both of these men could suddenly come to their senses and realize she wasn’t the one for them. She sat on the comforter and he crawled over to her. Staring at his eyes, they had turned deep green and it took her breath away. He touched her ch
eek.
“Stop worrying, love.”
“I’m not.”
He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her slowly, lovingly. “Yes, you are. I can feel it as much as I share the echoes of your pleasure. You are all that I want. That we want. Curves and all.” He touched her rounded belly and rubbed it, not caring about her stretch marks or the extra pounds.
Savanna nodded and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His heavy musk wrapped around her. Her body ached for him. She needed him inside of her. The bed depressed from Wyeth’s weight. He flashed her a smile. He took her other hand and placed it on his chest so she could feel his heart as well. Both men’s beat strong, and each were different. As they beat warmth spread throughout her body. It settled at the base of her spine and moved upward along all of her nerves until her body buzzed. It was an orgasmic feel, but it didn’t put her over the edge. It made her breathing quicken.
“What’s happening?” she whispered, not sure she could keep holding them both.
“I don’t know,” Drake confessed. His cheeks were red and his breathing labored as well. “I just know I need you. I’ve never felt this before.”
She threw her head back and let it wash over her until her clit throbbed with the need for release. It was as though she had been infused with lust. Drake took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, biting it. Her back arched and she threaded her fingers through his dark locks. Wyeth took her hand from her chest and led it to his cock. Savanna gripped it and pumped her hand over it slowly.
“Yes, baby,” he moaned.
Drake looked up, his eyes clouded with ecstasy. He grabbed her hips and hauled her over to him so that she was straddling him. “I need you. Now.”
She nodded because she experienced his craving for her, too. It was almost an echo as he had said before, but as it mixed with her own pleasure and Wyeth’s it began to drive her mad. She needed the release that only the two of them could bring her. Savanna guided Drake’s cock inside of her. He locked his eyes with her as his thumb found her clit and he massaged her. Savanna squeezed her eyes shut and cried out as her pussy wrapped around him.
