by Ava Frost
“So you just couldn’t wait?” Shane growled, speeding towards us. His voice was like gravel. “Room 325.” Chad barely acknowledges his voice, but Shane stills us both. “Come on,” he said in a commanding voice.
When we stepped into the elevator, I was ripped from Chad’s arms. Shane’s lips move languidly over mine and despite the trembling of my body, his was perfectly stoic and in control. His tongue lapped at the seams of my lips and I gladly allowed entrance, sucking on it greedily. I tumbled from the elevator when the doors opened held upright by Chad as Shane unlocked the door. He turned on the lights while Chad pushed me onto the bed. They both undressed slowly before me. Two males, side by side, filling the room with testosterone. The view was like pheromones increasing my pulse. Shane with his brown skin and hard lines, practically carved out of granite, while Chad stood next to him with his creamy toned skin and trim figure, they were both incredible. They never took their eyes off me as they undressed their bodies. They were beautiful, the yin and yang of each other’s features. Their body hair was not overly groomed, and both of their long, thick, cocks stood at attention. Shane was circumcised, Chad was not.
“Turn around.” I was brazen and bold because I wanted to see all of them.
Shane stood defiantly a moment before turning like Chad did moments before. I drank in the comparison between Shane’s brown thighs and ass, and the perfect white skin Chad revealed when his jeans came off. My core leaked more when I saw their tattoos. I wanted to lick every inch of them. Chad had a blue-green dragon tattooed down his back with wings outstretched across his shoulders. Shane had a golden brown dragon tattooed on his back that wrapped around his spine. The dragon was folded in on itself, looking menacing and flaunting its spiked tail. Chad’s dragon looked almost bored while Shane’s dragon looked like he dared you to come close. They must have gone to the same artist because both dragons tattooed had the exact same eyes as the men. The eyes were hypnotic and perfectly detailed, same color, same shape only reptilian with a vertical slit for the pupil.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Shane said, turning to eye me like prey. I could tell he was the one in charge of this and what he said would go.
“Are you afraid of me?” He asked, positioning himself above my body.
“No.”
“You should be,” he said pulling my skirt down.
I started the night with no panties, and the surprised realization made Chad growl. “Would you look at that Shane?” Chad said. “Look at how wet that pussy is for us.”
I moaned. Dirty talk was such a rarity for me.
“Do you always keep your pussy bare?” Chad asked joining us on the bed.
“Yes,” I said, not noticing how my fingers inched to the smooth skin.
Intense pain shocked my descent. Shane slapped my hand.
“Do you like touching yourself? Chad asked.
I nodded, hand frozen inches from my wet skin.
“You will not make any movement tonight without my approval.”
I was panting, and neither one of their long dicks had touched me yet.
“Do you understand?” His hands clenched around my wrists.
I could only nod in agreement.
“If you disobey me, I will redden that beautiful lily ass before taking it. Do you understand? I murmured my assent. I’ve never had anal before but the prospect of it excited me.
“Now open your mouth just a little.”
I open my mouth, salivating at the sight of his rigid length in his hand.
“Touch it to her lips Chad. No more.”
Chad bent to obey, and I stuck my tongue out, trying to taste more than allowed.
His hand smacked my thigh. It didn’t hurt but it made me remember what he said. No movements unless he told me to.
“Keep it up Angela and I’m going to spank you.”
“Open your mouth a little wider and Chad, this time just the head.”
Chad groans, trying to restrain himself and I suck him hard, trying to draw him deeper.
“Behave!” Shane commands and the thought of receiving his wrath makes my juices flow.
I’m greedy for him, excited to touch his body. My mouth finds his muscular pecs and firm abs before pulling his skin back to take him deep.
“Chad, give Angela a show. Show her how you like your penis played with.” He pulled back, firmly stroking his length. My eyes were glued to his hand, wanting the opportunity to show I was a fast learner. Shane reached around to cup my breasts, lifting them, kissing them, pinching my nipples one after the other.
“Do you like this?” he asked pinching harder
My voice cracked as I tried to speak. “Yes.”
“What do you want?”
“Chad. In my mouth. Please.”
“You heard the lady Chad.”
I opened my mouth as wide as possible, taking him in, hard, imagining how he pumped his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, tightening his hold on my hair.
I don’t care. He tastes like milk chocolate, and I had to know if his cum was as tasty as his pre-cum was. I circled his head, giving to the sensitivity I heard most uncircumcised men had.
Licking from tip to base, I slowly tongued his big beautiful balls, getting them wet and glowing.
Shane, sat back watching, and I widened my legs so he could see what this was doing to me.
He slapped my cunt unexpectedly causing me to moan. Shane was a true dominant. There was only one thing to do when he made an order, obey, because either way, the punishment, and reward would bring pleasure.
“Did I tell you to move?”
My mouth was too full to answer, but I loved the sensation I was still feeling from his punishment, I twirled my hips, ready for more.
Shane spanked me again, quickly cupping my sex to extend the pleasure.
It was too much. That single sharp sting to my most sensitive bud sent me into a blissful yet excruciating pleasure. I tore my mouth away from Chad, falling into his chest, gulping in air as I splintered apart.
They positioned me on my back as I tried to ride out the pulsing of my pussy. The tension was building.
“Spread your legs.”
Shane moved closer, guiding his cock down to my mouth while devouring me with his gaze.
“Fuck her Chad. Put her needy cunt out of its misery.”
He moved hesitantly, but I was needy. Struggling to hold on. “Please baby? Yes. Please”
He groaned, moving closer, lifting my butt, so his erection was in line with my slick entrance. “I would go slow, but” he growls while sinking into me, “the way your pussy is milking my cock, I think you like it my way.”
He thrust into me, harder and faster, controlling the speed I could suck Shane. I hollowed my mouth, content to let Shane go as far back as he could go. He triggered my gag reflex, causing tears to fall down my face and saliva to explode along his dick. I was unable to speak or do anything but hold on for the ecstasy-driven ride.
Suddenly he yanked back, holding his shaft with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other. His eyes are wild, and his lips snarl.
“Let me finish,” I demanded boldly.
“No,” he grimaced, trying to regain control.
I loved his wild look and the fight in his eyes. Something about pushing a man of his stature past the point of control into his orgasm without his consent was affirming. It made me feel even sexier. One more suck and he’d be mine.
“Get up,” he demanded.
Chad and I move immediately.
“Put on a glove,” he tells Chad.
Once Shane is on his back beckons to me. From somewhere he pulled lube, and he worked his cool, moist fingers over my anus.
“Holy hell you are beautiful. Do you know that?” he said, taking both my orbed cheeks into his hands. “I could feast on your ass all night.”
I trembled in his hands, feeling the anticipation and adrenaline of having two men. He slipped in two fingers while I stoo
d before him. “How does that feel?”
I moaned at the strange intrusion and the unexpected pleasure
“Come here,” he whispers, pulling me on top of him. “Are you sure you can do this?”
I’m not, but I want to try. Something has passed between all three of us, and I wanted to be as connected and close as I can possibly get.
“Yes,” I say spreading my legs wider to lower myself on his cock when ready. This way I have control.
Shane laid on his back, still, ready as I lowered my tight opening onto his thick body, letting gravity do its job. I watch Chad’s face as he watches his friend’s member disappear inside of me. His face flushed as I imagine mine is too. The sight of him enjoying himself and the sight of me makes the nearly unbearable pressure of Shane’s enormous dick filling my ass bearable. It makes me forget this is supposed to be uncomfortable. It makes me remember how bad I want them.
“Oh baby,” Shane moans, lifting slightly to enter me fully. His slight movement causes me to cry out, and he holds me steady, ready to pull out.
“No. it’s ok. Just give me a second. I’m ok.”
I can feel his concern though I can’t see his face. I play with my clit, adding more pleasure to the pain. Chad, stood unmoving, watching me play with my swollen clit while my rectum relaxed adjusting to Shane’s intrusive invasion.
“Dear God. I’m going to fucking cum.”
“Not yet,” Shane growls.
“Not. Before. You’re. In. Me.” I pant.
“Legs out straight baby. Lie back. How does that fill? Is that too much?” he holds me, wrapping his arms around my middle to assist in my descent. The pressure is indescribable and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Shane slowly raises his hips, doing all the work to slowly slide his cock in and out of me.
Chad doesn’t wait for Shane’s invitation as he sidles up to us and situates himself between my open legs.
“It’s not going to take long beautiful,” he says comforting me before sliding into my cunt.
I am acutely aware of every body part below my waist. My filled rectum, stuffed vagina and the thin membrane separating them as they filled me as far as they could go. The result was all three of us crying out. The pressure is too much. I could feel the men moving in unison inside of me. Shane holding me, kneading my breasts while Chad leans forward, supporting himself above me and kissing my face. It’s too much. I’m a pool of gasoline waiting for a small spark and the harder they go, the more I know I’m going to explode. My pulse raced in my ears, as the blood rushed to my engorged clit and I scream, not caring who can hear when the force of something unearthly hits me. Climbing, climbing, climbing, then falling over the edge and tumbling, spinning into blissful oblivion. Chad kisses the screams from my lips as Shane continues to rock under us, shaking with pleasure. We were conjoined triplets as Shane unloaded into my receptive bottom and my spasms milked Chad of his cream.
I have no idea how long we stayed like that, no trace of where I ended, and they began. It was heaven and better than any one night stand I ever had.
Chad moved first, grunting to pull out, leaving me feeling the loss of his warmth. He helped me detangle from Shane and lifted me slowly. The involuntary cry springs from my lips as Shane dislodged from my devirginized backdoor.
“You ok sweetheart?” he asked, caressing my cheek softly. “Tell me you’re ok.”
I sigh, feeling like all my bones are melted. “I’m ok. I will probably need a wheelchair from now on, but I’m ok.”
He chuckles softly, as Shane comes from the bathroom with a warm washcloth to wipe away the oozing cream from my body. He was so gentle, the complete opposite of his mood at the beginning of the night.
He sighed, taking me in as I lay vulnerable on Chad’s chest.
“Mine,” he says.
“Ours,” Chad agrees.
Chapter 3
My muscles tightened suddenly, and I have to check that I really heard what I think I heard.
“Excuse me? What did you say?”
The muscles in Shane’s back tighten as I swear it looked like his tattoo moved.
“I said, mine.” He almost yelled, like a child demanding no one play with his toy. He turned, eyeing me and his eyes seem to glow. “You got a problem with that?”
I propped myself up on one elbow. “Hell yea I got a problem with that. This is a one night stand. This isn’t a life connection. I’m not your property.”
Chad grabs me, pulling me back as Shane’s nose starts to smoke. It looked like he was doing hookah except without the bowl or previously smoking anything.
He bent, untethered, shaking his head like a dog. Then before my eyes, the tattoo on his back stretched across his entire body. The scales of the tattoos moved and transformed from realistic art to reality. Where hands used to be there were five claws. He hovered in the air surrounded by a golden light before landing gracefully without a sound on the hotel carpeted floor. His scales glowed garnet, amber, and topaz. His eyes were just as golden with the same slits his tattoo had before. His muscles contracted and shifted under his rippling scales. His mouth opened and closed showing teeth a little rounded, but sharp enough to slice through flesh and a snake-like tongue as he slyly glared at me through the corner of the eye.
“Please tell me you see the same thing I see,” I said terrified against the Chad’s firm chest.
“I do.” Chad sounded so calm I turned to see his face, keeping the dragon in my peripheral view.
“You are entirely too calm for this. Please tell me you’re not a fire breather too.”
The idea that the two men I previously felt so connected with were nothing like what I previously believed scared me.
He shook his head no, “No. Acid.”
“Excuse me?” I squeaked, trying to stay calm and not make any sudden motions.
“I don’t breathe fire. I’m a sea dragon. Land dragons breathe fire, sea dragons breathe acid and sky dragons breathe frost.” He stated it matter of factly, like this was common knowledge. He spoke as if I was in the wrong. He was the one talking about dragons.
I jumped from the bed, putting my back against the wall. I didn’t care that I was naked. I didn’t care that not ten minutes before I had the best sex of my life. I cared that there was a dragon so big that he had to bend his neck to prevent his head from touching the ceiling in front of me.
“What the hell is going on?” My eyes flickered back and forth between the thing that used to be Shane and Chad was frantically trying to make sense of what I was seeing. “Did one of you slip something in my drink? Is this a crazy hallucination? Is this real?”
Chad slid from the bed and walked towards me with his arms outstretched. “Calm down Angela. Would you please calm down?”
“No!” I squeaked, feeling on the verge of a panic attack. “I need some answers. I need them now,” I said, bracing my weakened body against the wall.
Chad was in front of me, holding me upright. “Please breathe Angela.” Wave after wave of fear crashed into my veins. Flight or fight rushed through my blood mixed with adrenaline, and my stomach gave out on me. I could hear my heart pounding so loudly I thought it would come out of my chest. Pains were shooting down my legs. I became so afraid, I couldn’t catch my breath. My hands, my feet, my legs, my arms were tingling. There was a heaviness in my chest, and all I could think about was how sad my parents would be to find out their daughter died before fulfilling her promising future as a lawyer.
“You’re having a panic attack.” I heard him say from somewhere far off. I wanted to say no I’m not but I couldn’t speak. My head swam, and I had the sudden understanding that I was going to die.
“Angela, you’re safe. Do you understand? No one is going to hurt you.” Chad’s voice was above me, but that didn’t make sense. “Trust me. Please. I’m worried about you honey. Please.”
He sounded as scared as I felt. Maybe he didn’t want me to die. “Think about your future. Think
about how amazing of a lawyer you’re going to be. Think about how much your parents love you.”
I finally calmed myself enough to see clearly. The world was spinning entirely too fast for comfort, and I realized it was the cool porcelain of the hotel bathtub that was cooling my skin. I didn’t bother wondering how he knew I was going to be a lawyer. I didn’t want to worry about how he knew things he shouldn’t.
“What happened?” I asked, confused.
He looked nervous.
“Well, a few things.” He handed me a glass of water. “You drink and relax, and I will explain.”
I sipped slowly. My head was pounding, and the picture I held in my head of a dragon seemed too real.
“You are mine and Shane’s mate.”
His eyes were clear. So he wasn’t on drugs. He really believed what he just said.
“No,” I said shaking my head. “You just met me. I’m nobody’s anything. I’m just Angela.” I tried to stand and pitched forward before he caught me.
“Will you please just listen to me?”
I wasn’t convinced.
“I promise you can leave as soon as I finish.”
That sounded more reasonable.
“Ok.”
He took another deep breath before indicating I should drink more. I complied.
“We are dragon shifters. It is hard to believe, but you saw what Shane turned into. Our tattoos conceal our animal until we want to shift or get angry.”
That all sounded entirely insane.
“We have lived for over 1,000 years, in search of our one true mate.”
At this point, I’m sure my face displayed just how much unbelief I had.
“You are our mate. We know.”
