Merged (Dragon Shifter Menage Paranormal Romance) (Dragon Princes Of Endor Book 4)

by Scarlett Grove

  Oil drizzles down my back and between my ass cheeks. Conyac’s fingers slide between the pillows of my behind as Trav rubs my pussy on his cock. He moves from kissing my mouth to kissing my breasts, sucking and biting my hard nipples with his sharp teeth.

  I’m gushing moisture even as the oil slides over my pussy and ass. Conyac pushes his finger inside my tight hole as Trav sucks on my tits and grinds against my clit with his hard cock. I groan, coming already for them as they bite and suck and penetrate me.

  Conyac replaces his finger with the head of his cock and glides inside me as Trav rubs the tight mound between my legs with his thumb. My pussy clenches over his cock as it presses against my opening. Conyac pushes further inside, sinking to the base.

  I quiver and moan. Conyac holds my hips tight in his hands and Trav tilts his hips back, pressing the head of his cock against my pussy. I’m ready to take them both. I’m ready to be bitten and marked as their queen.

  Trav thrusts inside me as Conyac pulls back. My pussy clenches in orgasm as he enters me. My breasts are enflamed, and my nipples are like little stones that Trav traces with his long, slick tongue. He rubs my clit with his thumb as they thrust in and out of me in turn.

  The sensation is better the second time, now that my body is used to accepting them. I don’t want this fullness to ever end. I adore them. I want them in all ways all the time. I am so ready to be claimed that I open my mouth and clamp my teeth down on Trav’s neck.

  He groans and bucks under me, thrusting hard into my pussy. I taste his blood on my tongue, and it turns me on even more. I growl and hold the sensitive flesh of his neck between my sharp teeth. He holds me tight and grasps my hair, groaning and growling with lust.

  Finally I let go as Conyac pulls my face back to kiss me. Instead of kissing him, I bite him hard on the neck, tasting his blood as I had Trav’s. He pounds into my ass as Trav pounds into my pussy. Trav rubs his hands over my body, and Conyac squeezes my breasts.

  I’m alive and on fire. My mind is like a universe has opened inside my brain, and my dragon is flying above me in her full glory. She is in bliss as am I. I let go of Conyac’s neck, panting as I come over and over.

  I feel the princes coming close to their own climaxes and all at once, they dive into my neck on either side and clamp down on my flesh. I cry out in pleasure and agony as their sharp teeth penetrate the skin. They draw blood, and they lap it up with their tongues.

  I can feel them grow stiff and wide inside me before they shoot their seed hard and fast into my depths. I come with a roar of thunder. My inner dragon lets blast her sonic boom as the power of the monarchs descends upon us all.

  The last of their seed pumps inside me. With one voice, we begin to wail. Power courses through me, pumping into my veins. Inside me, my dragon seems to glow with strength, her scales shine like a shooting star, and her eyes gleam with intensity.

  Trav stands, looking down at his arms and chest. Conyac begins laughing and we all stand together, in a circle, looking at each other with gleeful expressions.

  “Can you feel it?” Conyac asks.

  “Yes,” I say.

  Trav rubs his hands over his chest and smiles so wide I can see his gums. Blood is smeared on his lips from my neck, and my entire body throbs.

  “It is done,” Trav says. “We all have the power of the monarchs now. The Org army will fall at our feet.”

  Chapter Four

  We hurry into our armor and go outside. Facing the army as they send flaming arrows over the canyon, we jump into dragon form. I can feel the change instantly. Not only do I feel at one with my mortal form, I feel intensely powerful. In my gut, I know that I can use my sonic boom with only a moment’s rest.

  The kings appear bigger, stronger. Their bodies glisten with a new vigor. What is most startling is that I can feel them inside my mind. The bonding has truly made us one. Conyac’s dragon voice is soft and smooth where as Trav’s is hard and sharp. I feel desire flash through me as I listen to their voices.

  We have an army to crush under our feet. Just as I ascend over the canyon, I see the giants throw grappling hooks over the ravine. They scrape across the ground and hook deep into the soil. The Org army is using ropes and pulleys to traverse the canyon with a new bridge.

  Conyac swoops down and burns the ropes. They crackle and break; the length goes snapping back toward its source. We lift on powerful wings and fly across the canyon. The giants reach up towards us trying to grab us out of the air, but they can’t reach. Conyac lets his icy breath blast over the first giant; the being freezes instantly, stopping in mid-step. Trav flies by and breaks the ice with his claws. The shards fall to the ground, crushing all the Org below.

  We pass over the multitudes of Orgs, blasting them with sound and ice and fire. They fall before us with little resistance. The power of the monarchs makes us an indomitable force. When the last of the Org lay dead on the ground, Trav passes over them once more burning their bodies to a crisp. We fly back to Skyland and transform together on the ground.

  “That was amazing,” I say breathlessly, grasping my sword. Having the continuous use of our dragon powers makes us unstoppable. I feel as if there’s nothing we can’t do. I’m ready to take on the Org army at its source. “Let’s go kick some more ass,” I say.

  “You must rest, queen Dani,” Conyac says.

  “Nonsense,” I say. “I’m ready to go now. Let’s go take back Castle Blackwell.”

  “If Dani is ready, we should go take back Castle Blackwell now. There’s no point in waiting.”

  “It’s the middle of the night,” Conyac says.

  “So what?” I say. I feel myself channeling my inner dragon. There seems to be less and less distinction between us all the time. I am strong, and I am ready.

  “Very well,” Conyac says. “Let us fly.”

  I smile gleefully before I jump into the sky, my wing spreading out as I pump the air, ascending into the heavens. The kings fly with me, and we glide over the canyon toward Castle Blackwell. We fly faster than ever and make it to Castle Blackwell in half the time it took before.

  When we arrive, the castle is blackened by flames. There is no one left there alive, not even a single Org. We descend into the burned inner courtyard and transform. The look on Conyac’s face tells me of his sorrow. I can feel his loss in my chest even in my mortal form. It pains me that his fortress has been destroyed, and his people spread to the four winds.

  “I’m sorry, Conyac,” Trav says in a low voice. Conyac turns away, gripping the hilt of his sword. I know there are tears welling in his eyes as he looks on the destruction of his ancestral home. My heart hurts, but there’s nothing I can do for him.

  “We will destroy them,” Conyac says, turning back to us. His blue eyes glisten with unshed tears, but his face is a mask of determination and hidden rage.

  Chapter Five

  We fly through the night. The dawn breaks over the land in vibrant pinks and yellows. We stop at the mountain stream and drink our fill. I can smell the wildlife in the forest, quivering with fear at the presence of such powerful predators.

  My hunting instincts and the hunger in my belly drive me into the forest. The kings follow, knowing my intention. We are all ready for a little diversion and a nice juicy steak. We stalk into the forest, crouching low and sniffing the air. I smell a den of wild boar and pounce forward. I put my snout at the opening of their den and blast a sonic boom.

  The boar inside fall dead instantly. Too easy. Next time I’ll hunt in my mortal form for the challenge. We shift and prepare a fire to roast the meat. We’ll need a rest from the flight and fighting and fucking for days on end.

  I pull a strip of bacon from the roasting pit, and lean back against the mossy rock and eat the juicy meat. The kings are enjoying themselves, and I smile at my mates as the delicious flavor runs over my tongue.

  “It’s another day’s flight to the dark mountain,” Trav says between bites. “We’ll have to make camp and get a good n
ight’s sleep before we take the Orgs at their source.”

  “Agreed,” Conyac says. We finish up our meat, put out the fire, and jump back into the air.

  Flying over the land, I feel a new kinship with Endor. I’ve never seen this much of the planet, coming from Earth. It feels good and right that I should take ownership of my land in this way. I am queen. I should know my country.

  In the distance, smoke curls on the horizon, rising into the air and choking out the sun. I ask the kings what it is through our mental link. They don’t have any better idea than I do. We all assume the same thing: Orgs.

  As we draw closer, we see the burning remains of what used to be an Endorian village. My heart contracts, knowing that my people have been butchered and displaced by the brutal army of Orgs. They must be stopped. They must be stopped now.

  We land in the midst of the burning village and transform. Each of us curses the devastation, and we stand in a circle, exchanging glances.

  “Enough is enough,” Trav says. “I will not see another village burned.”

  “We have only a few hours until nightfall,” Conyac says. “We won’t make it much further this evening.”

  “Not unless we fly all night,” I say.

  “We must sleep to be in top form to take the on army forming at the dark mountain,” Trav says. “I’ve seen the visions in Gizmel’s scrying pool. The Org are born and armored with each passing second. Each Org we kill will be instantly replaced. To defeat such and enemy, we must be well rested.”

  “I agree,” says Conyac.

  “Let us find a place to make camp and fill our bellies before we sleep,” Trav says.

  “All right, fine. We’ll sleep. And before we sleep, we bond,” I say winking at them before I take to the sky.

  We fly on swift wings across the land until the sun begins to dip low in the west. Trav gestures to a stand of trees beside a stream, and we land amongst the boughs. Conyac goes to find food while Trav lights a fire, and I busy myself finding soft bedding for us to sleep on tonight.

  I spread branches on the ground and cover them with sweet-smelling leaves and dried moss. Conyac returns with an armful of wild lettuce and a clutch of rabbits that we roast over the blazing fire that Trav has prepared.

  We eat the bounty and speak of our determination to see the scourge gone from our land. As night falls, the flames flicker in the darkness. Fatigue descends over my eyes and body.

  “I’m ready for bed, my kings,” I say, yawning.

  “We will join you, lady,” Conyac says helping me to my feet.

  We all climb into the bed I’ve made, and the kings snuggle in on either side of me. Their warm bodies press against mine, and I feel the comfort of knowing both these men adore me as much as I adore them.

  We remove our armor, piece by piece, and lay naked together in bed. My proud kings are erect as soon as our ready flesh makes contact. Lips and tongues, mouths and teeth, we kiss and bite and worship each other. I reach down, take both men’s erections in my hands, and stroke them up and down. Their mouths move over my body like velvet fabric. Conyac runs his hand between my legs, pressing my clit in tight little circles while Trav squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples. Conyac’s tongue is deep in my mouth, and Trav is sucking my neck.

  Even after a day of flying, I want them so badly my body is pulsing and ready to take them in whatever way they want to have me. The kings push me up on all fours with Conyac behind me and Trav in front of me. Trav guides my mouth down around his thick shaft. Conyac rubs his cock between my legs, spreading my juices over his firm shaft.

  I moan as Trav sinks down my throat. Conyac pushes against my pussy from behind and slips slowly inside. He flicks my clit with his fingers, and I’m already coming. We move in our own perfect rhythm. The intensity of our lovemaking is like wild animals imbued with supernatural power. We come together in a blinding fury of throbbing need.

  Chapter Six

  Deep in the night, I’m awakened by the sound of cracking branches. I sit up with a start and look into the darkness. The dying embers of the fire cast flickering shadows over the surrounding trees. I hear a grumble and a grown, and I shake the kings awake.

  “What is it?” I say.

  The kings come to awareness and sniffed the air as they stand and pull on their armor. I do the same, ready for whatever is coming.

  “It’s the Org!” Trav says just before he swings his sword, pivoting around behind him. The sound of steel crashing against steel rings through the night air. I let out a cry as we are overrun by the enemy.

  “We never should have slept in enemy territory,” Conyac say.

  “We needed to sleep,” says Trav.

  “Let’s stop bickering and just deal with these Orgs,” I shout.

  We fight the horde of Orgs rushing towards us. Our swords fly, and our feet dance as we defend our position, but there are too many of them. We have to shift. I let out a loud growl and sheath my sword as I jump into the air in one fluid movement. I screech out my sonic blast, sending a wave of sound reverberating through the enemy army. They fall backwards onto the ground, their ears bleeding, dead. Trav and Conyac both jump into dragon form as the horde continues to pour forward towards us.

  There are so many, I can’t even get an estimate of their numbers. They seem to just keep coming and coming. Even with our dragon strength and powers they are formidable. As I rise above the forest, I see millions upon millions of Orgs assembled on the vast plain. They march towards us with a single focus. They want to annihilate us. They won’t stop until the dragon monarchs are gone, and they are free to overrun Endor.

  I can hear Trav’s voice inside my head, growling. He yells, “No!”

  I roar. The kings dip down, using their dragon power on the ever-growing horde, but it seems to not make a dent. It’s as if they are springing out of the earth.

  We fly swiftly towards the mountain. Fires flicker below illuminating the masses of bodies that crush forward, toward the settlements and villages of Endor.

  This invasion must be stopped. I don’t know where it originates, or why the Orgs seek to conquer the land. It seems mindless and unguided. My thoughts transmit to the kings through our link, and they send me images and impressions of the invasions of the past, histories they’d learned of in their youth.

  The dragon born females had been becoming less and less common all their lives, until there were none left. It was the curse of the Orgs. But the reason had been lost far in the past.

  In the distance, I can see the black outline of the dark mountain against the pale light of the morning sky. My heart flutters with apprehension as we draw closer. The entire plain below is crowded with Orgs, and more seem to pour down the mountain as if a rushing torrent of water.

  I hear the screams and shouts of the masses and a spear flies past my right eye. I swoop away, barely missing Conyac. A giant Org is below us, hefting a second spear. His aim is good. Too good. He throws his spear and it flies straight toward Trav.

  Trav darts upward, out of the spear’s path, and dives toward the giant. He unleashes his dragon fire on the massive brute. We follow. Conyac blasts his ice breath on the Orgs around the burning giant, and I shriek my sonic boom. A swath of bodies fall before us, but they are replaced by more.

  The crush of Orgs overwhelms even my stalwart dragon mind. There are just so many of them. Even with our dragon powers, we could never defeat this many. It would take months of continuous blasting to make a dent. In that time, they would surely break through and invade the lands to the north, brutalizing the people of Endor.

  My heart sinks, and I feel we have already lost. Trav sends me a blast of motivation through our link, and I regain some of my strength. We come to the base of the dark mountain. Rivers of blood boil and slide down the face of the black rock. The smell of death and decay come in waves from the inner heat of the mountain.

  Freshly made Orgs pour from a crack in the rock face, and we fly toward it. Landing above the womb of
the mountain on a cliff ledge, we watch the activity below. Org after Org is born from the red sludge in pits dug into the rock.

  Trav lets out a shrieking roar. Conyac and I answer with our own. Trav swoops down and burns the birthing pits and the helpers around the edges. Conyac and I let our powers blast over the blood and rock, annihilating every living thing in sight.

  But the Org keep coming. It is a never ending stream of birth, coming from some endless supply of dark power. Conyac freezes the pits, halting the advance for one brief moment. When the Org army realizes what we have done, they advance back up the mountain, coming to take us down.

  Trav stands at the entrance, burning the oncoming horde at the narrow opening in the rock face. I shift to my mortal form, looking around the birthing chamber for answers. Conyac shifts with me, and we give each other confused glances as we inspect our surroundings.

  “What do we do now?” I ask him.

  “I don’t know, my dear queen,” he says.

  “Why is this happening?”

  Trav has set a fire to the entrance that continues to burn, keeping the army at bay, for now. He shifts and joins us near the frozen birth pits.

  “The legend says that an angry wizard cursed the dragon born long ago and created the Org as punishment. He planned to overtake the land with his army, but the dragon born always beat him back,” Trav says.

  “What happened to the wizard?” I ask.

  “No one knows. Some say the wizard became the mountain,” says Conyac.

  “Why did he hate the dragon born so much?” I say.

  “Power. He wanted the power of dragon born but could never have it. The curse of greed, I suppose,” Conyac says.

  I feel overcome with a sense of despair and fall to my knees. What can I do now? All the fighting and death won’t help anything anymore. War begets war. Greed begets greed. If we continuously fight and kill, then we are no better than the Org or the dark wizard who set these events in motion. There must be another way.