Claiming Two Dragons: The Dragon Curse 3

by Marie, Ariel

  Claiming Two Dragons

  The Dragon Curse 3

  Ariel Marie

  Copyright © 2017 by Ariel Marie

  Cover Design by GermanCreative

  Edited by: Dana Hook at Rebel Edit & Design

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, businesses, events, and incidents are a figment of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any similarities to real people, businesses, locations, history, and events are a coincidence.

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher

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  WARNING: Due to the explicit language and graphic sexual scenes, this book is intended for mature (18 years +) readers only. If things of this nature offend you, this book would not be for you. If you like a good, steamy, menage MFF erotic romance, with dragon shifters, then you have chosen wisely…

  Ariel Marie

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue

  A Letter to the Reader

  Vampire Destiny

  About the Author

  Also by Ariel Marie

  Chapter One

  Dymme Ollur knew that she would not be like other dragons. She wouldn’t wait for centuries to pass before deciding to start searching for her mates.

  Nope.

  She had decided at the young age of seventy-five that she would search for them. Everyone knew of the dragon curse. It was a curse that was so vile, that if a dragon did not find a mate, the dragon would fall into an eternal sleep.

  Not Dymme.

  For the past twenty-five years, she had lived on her own to prepare for the time she would find her mates. Lately, she had kept an eye on the shifter message boards and heard of another triad who had to rush and mate because the dragon curse had begun to claim one of the females.

  Dymme was deathly afraid of being claimed by the dragon curse.

  Her dragon snorted.

  Not them. They wouldn’t have to worry about the dragon curse because they weren’t going to waste any time.

  Dymme walked into her bedroom from the bathroom in nothing but her towel. Fresh from her shower, she planned to begin her search in the morning by flying out to search by territories.

  She sighed, letting her towel drop to the floor. Her long brown hair hung down her back in waves, brushing the curve of her ass. The cool air kissed her naked flesh as she made her way to her oversized bed. When she had bought it, she had kept her mates in mind. Once she found them, she wanted to ensure that she had room for the three of them.

  She turned off her bedside lamp as she crawled into the bed, excited for her upcoming travels. Her eyes caught sight of the door to the balcony that was still open, but she refused to get out of her bed to close it. Her neighborhood was safe, and there was nothing like fresh ocean air streaming into the room.

  She snuggled down under the blankets as she imagined her mates, wondering what fate would have in store for her. Would she belong to a triad that was made of two strong males and her? Or would she be in the rare triad of two females and a man?

  The news she had read on the shifter blogs were that the most recent triads were two females with one male. She didn’t have a preference of combination, she just wanted her mates by her side.

  She turned to lie on her back. Were they out there thinking of her too? Were the two of them together already, looking for her?

  Her pussy grew slick with need, imagining her first time with her mates. Would they like her breasts? Her nipples pushed painfully against her blanket. She removed the blanket and gasped as the cool air kissed her nipples. Groaning, she reached for her breasts and cupped them in her hands, imagining her mates fondling and squeezing her painfully erect nipples.

  What she wouldn’t give for them to suck her aching breasts into their mouths. Her legs spread wide as she thought of her mates running their hands along her sensitive flesh, causing her to thrust her hips forward for her imaginary lovers. Goose bumps littered her skin as she massaged her soft mounds.

  “Where are you?” she murmured, sexually frustrated that her mates were not there to take her. Her small hands slid down her soft belly, gliding to her valley down below. Her small fingers knew the way to her destination. It was a road they had traveled many times. “Mates. I need you.”

  Her small fingers parted her slick labia and slid deep into her slick channel. She gathered the moisture that waited for her and guided it to her hidden nub.

  She kicked her legs free from the restricting covers as she imagined eyes on her, watching as she pleasured herself.

  “Yes,” she hissed, rolling her clit between her fingers. She squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers as she continued to flick her sensitive flesh.

  Her eyes shut tight with the imagery of her mates urging her on. It was as if she could hear them muffled in the back of her mind.

  She ached to be filled by the cock of her imaginary lover. She rolled to her side and opened the bedside drawer to find her perfect toy. A single girl waiting on her mates got lonely, leaving her to collect substitutes.

  Not that the substitutes could ever replace her mates. They were just a stand-ins. The moment she found them, there would be no more need for her toys.

  Her mates would be her toys.

  She brandished her thick dildo that would help her along tonight. Mr. Biggs was the nickname she had given it. It was thick and long, and would give her what she needed.

  The evidence of her readiness was currently coating her thighs and pussy lips. She positioned the head at her opening with one hand, and used her other to massage her clit.

  Her breaths came fast as she thrust the cock deep inside. She cried out from the invasion. It had been a while since she had used Mr. Biggs.

  “Fuck,” she muttered as she pulled it out and thrust it deep within her again. Her fingers flew across her clitoris. She imagined the cock belonging to her mate, as her other mate watched and used hers, or his, fingers. “Oh, God.”

  Her moans filled the air as she brought herself closer to completion. Mr. Biggs pounded inside of her, stretching her.

  She was almost there.

  She unconsciously sat forward with her legs wide in the air as she continued to fuck herself with her thick toy. Her mate would tell her how much he loved her, as would her other mate, just as they used their fangs to nip at her nipple.

  She cried out for her mates as her orgasm slammed into her. Her muscles grew tight as her body trembled while riding the waves of her release. Her body slowly lowered and she rested against her pillows, the dildo still nestled snuggly within her soaked pussy.

  Her heart began to slow down as she took a few deep breaths. She twisted it once before withdrawing it.

  “Oh, mates. I need you.” She thrust the cock deep inside of her again. The hairs on her skin stood up, as she once again thought of someone watching her. She chuckled at the strength of her imagination.

  Dragons had voracious sexual appetites. One orgasm wasn’t enough for Dymme.

  No. She ached for more. She ached for her mates, but tonight, she had Mr. Biggs, and he would have to do.

  “Okay, Mr. Biggs,” she gasped, bringing her legs up in the air so she could have full access to her pussy. “Round
two.”

  Chapter Two

  Pilar Curbelo stretched her wings as she cut through the midnight sky. Her animal was desperate to get to their latest location.

  She had been searching for her mates. Pilar had a hunch that one of them would be in the town of East Grove. It was a town known to have many dragon shifters, so what better place to search out her mates?

  “Where are you?” a voice whispered softly in her ear.

  Her heart slammed in her chest, because the voice certainly wasn’t her or her dragon’s.

  It was a soft voice, laced with need.

  It had to be her mate.

  Pilar came from a long line of dragon shifters, but she was a rarity. Her family carried a gene from one of her great-grandmothers, who was a powerful witch. Her great-grandmother was known to have psychic powers which had been passed down through the family line to her.

  Many may ask how she had come to have a grandmother who was not a dragon shifter, and it boiled down to her great-grandmother’s power and her great-grandfather being a dragon shifter. They had a relationship that flourished between the two of them, one that produced her grandmother. No, they were not mates, but a child was born from their relations. He had succumbed to the dragon curse, never finding his true mates.

  Pilar’s eyes glanced at the dark town as she flew overhead.

  “I need you,” the voice whispered.

  Pilar’s dragon picked up speed as she headed toward the edge of town. This had been the closet she had ever been to finding her mate and her heart raced.

  What if this was it?

  What if the voice in her head was her mate?

  Her wings carried her to the far edge of town, where a stone home called to her. It was built far from the main road, and the back yard ended on a cliff that overlooked the ocean.

  It was the perfect home for a dragon.

  She flew around and circled the home again before landing in the back yard. It was a nice, secluded home, with the next door neighbor a half a mile down the road.

  Pilar quieted her dragon to keep her from roaring. She could sense a female. She pulled back on her animal and stood naked, staring up at the stone house.

  She walked toward the house and stood underneath the balcony that she was sure would lead to the master bedroom. She took in a deep breath, and she could smell the scent of arousal.

  Her dragon roared and slammed against her chest.

  Mate.

  Pilar looked around and studied the house, trying to figure out how she could climb up the home. Her eyes caught sight of angles in the stones that could be used to climb right up the wall.

  “Go to her,” her dragon commanded.

  “I’m going,” she muttered, striding over to the wall. She smiled as she glanced up. She could climb this with no problem. Within minutes, she made her way up and over the railing of the balcony. Nervousness filled her chest as she made her way to the opened door. The sounds of soft moans filled the air, causing Pilar to pause.

  Was someone in there with her mate?

  She stood in the doorway and paused at the sight. The room was dark, but with the moonlight filtering in, she caught an eyeful.

  Her nipples hardened as she watched the small female climax with the help of a large dildo. Pilar licked her lips, as she knew this was one of her mates.

  Pilar watched as the beautiful dragon shifter withdrew the thick cock and pushed it back into her delicious smelling pussy. Moisture began to collect at the apex of Pilar’s thighs as she watched the female’s long legs stretch high in the air as she used the toy on herself again.

  Her mate needed her.

  “It seems that I am late,” Pilar announced as she pushed open the screen door.

  The female on the bed paused what she was doing. Her legs lowered to the bed, and Pilar felt slight disappointment. She walked into the bedroom and paused a few steps away from the bed.

  “Don’t be alarmed,” she assured the woman. “I’m Pilar. I’m your—”

  “Mate.” The woman’s words ended on a sexy growl. “I’m Dymme, and I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.”

  Chapter Three

  “I’m here now, baby. Let me help you. Fate led me to you,” Pilar announced as she took those last few steps to the bed. She reached over and turned the lamp on that was placed on the nightstand so that she could see her better.

  “Beautiful,” Dymme murmured as her eyes traveled over Pilar’s body.

  Her breasts tingled as they stood high for Dymme’s inspection. Her core clenched as she took in the woman before her, her tongue begging to taste her. If the scent that filled the air was sweet, she knew Dymme’s honey between her legs would be too.

  “So are you. Just like I knew you would be,” Pilar murmured. She knelt on the bed and immediately lowered her head to Dymme’s plump breast. She nipped the taut bud with her teeth before soothing it over with her tongue. Her hand went to the other one and massaged it, pinching the budded nipple while lavishing the other one in her mouth.

  “Yes,” Dymme moaned. “I don’t know how you found me, but I’m glad you did.”

  “I’ll explain in the morning. Now, I need to taste you,” she demanded.

  “I’m so ready for you to fuck me.” Dymme gasped as Pilar nipped her breast again. Her hand blazed a trail down Dymme’s abdomen to meet hers, where the dildo was still buried deep within her pussy. “You can have me.”

  Pilar tossed her leg over Dymme and straddled her. She pulled Dymme’s hands over her head, causing her breasts to thrust forward.

  “These breasts are amazing. I can’t wait to be able to share them with our mate.” Pilar swirled her tongue around Dymme’s breast as she arched her back, bringing the soft mounds up to her. She licked the entire mound, filing away the taste of her mate in the back of her mind. She slid down farther on Dymme, scattering kisses along the way.

  She laid on the bed, bringing her face level with Dymme’s pussy. She pulled the long cock from her mate and licked the tip of it.

  “God, your taste is divine,” Pilar moaned as she pushed the cock deep in her mouth, licking Dymme’s juices from it. She laid it to the side, knowing that she would use it on her mate soon.

  Now she wanted to feast on the pussy of her mate.

  She spread Dymme’s labia wide, exposing her swollen bud. Pilar’s tongue blazed a path along Dymme’s pussy. Her excitement for finding her mate fueled her as she feasted upon her. Her tongue dove deep within her core, tasting her. She groaned along with Dymme as her tongue swirled along the swollen flesh of her clitoris.

  “Pilar.” Dymme called her name as she sucked on her engorged clitoris. Pilar’s eyes locked on Dymme’s face, and she couldn’t get enough of her mate’s expressions. Ecstasy was etched on Dymme’s face as Pilar took her fill of her.

  But this wasn’t enough.

  Pilar wanted to see Dymme explode on her tongue. She wanted to drink in her mate’s release, knowing that she caused it. She slid a finger deep within Dymme.

  “Pilar. I want to taste you. Give me your pussy,” Dymme demanded.

  Who was she to deny her mate?

  “Anything you want.” Pilar crawled up Dymme’s body and crushed her mouth to hers, pushing her tongue inside. Pilar wanted to prove to Dymme that she was her mate and belonged to her. She would take her, consume her, and then together, they would go search for their missing mate.

  Dymme’s arms wrapped around Pilar, crushing her body to hers. Their breasts rubbed together as they shared a deep, passionate kiss. Pilar’s were extremely sensitive, and every rub of their nipples against each other’s went straight to her core. Pilar loved the feeling of Dymme’s hands sliding down her back to the globes of her ass.

  Pilar’s pussy was ready to have her mate’s tongue and fingers inside her. She pulled back and placed a chaste kiss on Dymme’s lips.

  “Please. I want to taste your pussy,” Dymme begged, her eyes searching Pilar’s. Pilar nodded, u
nable to resist laying another kiss to her mates swollen lips. Pilar flipped her body and straddled her mate’s face.

  “Yes,” she hissed, feeling Dymme’s lips wrap around her clit. Dymme’s talented tongue went to work, licking and sucking as she feasted on Pilar’s pussy. She thrust her soaked core onto her mate’s lips.

  She gripped Dymme’s legs and spread them wide, presenting Dymme’s swollen clitoris. It begged for her attention, and she was not one to ignore requests. She closed her lips around it, sucking it deep into her mouth. She loved having her face buried between her mate’s thighs.

  Her hand shot out and grabbed the forgotten cock and she smiled as she looked at the wide girth and length of it.

  Her mate was an ambitious one.

  She teased her mate as she licked and sucked her clit, while rubbing the tip of the cock at her opening, coating it with her wetness.

  “Yes, mate. Fuck me with the cock,” Dymme pleaded as her hips shifted on the bed. Pilar heard the sound of a drawer opening and shutting, but her attention was on her mate’s pussy and the cock.

  The blunt tip of a wide object slid around Pilar’s opening. She turned her head and saw that her mate had another large cock, this one teasing her pussy. She turned back to Dymme’s slick labia and spread it wide so she could watch as she inserted the cock slowly into her mate.

  Her own pussy was being stretched by another cock just as big. She groaned as she slammed the cock home into Dymme, who repeated the motion with her.

  They both gasped from the invasions.

  “I’m going to have to explore your stash of toys,” Pilar murmured with a slight chuckle.

  “We have all night to explore,” Dymme responded.

  Pilar quickened the pace as she fucked her mate with the dildo. She licked her mate’s clit before shifting her body, and began to flick the swollen flesh with her fingers as she pummeled the cock into Dymme.