Dragon Unbroken: A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy Romance (Spellbound Souls Book 2)

by Keira Blackwood

  Fur tickled my ankles, and I looked down. Princess Needleclaw was there to greet me, too.

  “I thought you needed time,” Taylor said to me.

  “I couldn’t wait,” I said.

  “We’re not complaining.” Slade’s breath tickled the back of my neck.

  “Not at all,” Taylor said, pulling my hips to his.

  I gasped as Slade’s cock pressed into the small of my back. I leaned into his chest.

  “Where’s Quentin?” I asked. The two of them were enough, always enough, but I wanted to share this with all three of them.

  “Helping our new assistant deal with a client,” Taylor said. “He’ll be back soon.”

  Slade’s lips brushed my ear and he trailed kisses down my neck.

  I nodded. No harm in starting without him. I’d waited long enough. We all had.

  Sharp claws poked my leg. Taylor groaned and looked down.

  “She needs to go,” Taylor said.

  “If I put her in my room she’ll just cry,” Slade said, dropping his hands.

  The kitten rolled onto her back and took hold of Taylor’s pant leg. He backed away.

  I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Slade, come on, man,” Taylor said.

  “She’s got a mind of her own,” Slade said, scooping the fluffball into his arms. He went down the hall and set her in one of the bedrooms. “She likes Brains’s bed best.”

  As soon as the door shut, the meowing started. And the door scratching.

  “Let’s just go upstairs,” I said.

  “Let’s,” Taylor said.

  Slade opened the bedroom door and the noise stopped right away.

  We stepped out into the hall, and I thought of Quentin.

  “Can I borrow one of your phones?” I asked.

  Slade handed me his.

  I typed a message to Quentin. It’s Ari. Head to the penthouse. Spare key in Maisie’s top right drawer. Don’t wait too long, because we can’t wait anymore.

  I hit send and handed the phone back to Slade.

  We couldn’t reach my penthouse fast enough.

  As soon as we were in the elevator, Slade pulled me into his arms, cradling me like a bride. Taylor leaned in and kissed me softly, sweetly. He tasted like clean, fresh hops and I reached my arms out to him, wanting more.

  Slade let me slide down, so I was standing between the two of them. It reminded me of that time in my office, when I’d started messing around with Taylor and Quentin. Especially now, with Taylor reaching behind me to grab my ass. Slade’s fingers were thick and warm at the front of my dress, skimming along my stomach before he’d trace the waistband of my panties, then back up to my stomach again. He was driving me mad.

  I kissed Taylor, our tongues dancing. Then I gasped as I felt Slade’s hand in my hair, turning my head around so he could kiss me, too. His taste was similar to Taylor’s, but like always, his scent was more metallic. Before I could turn all the way around to start climbing him like I wanted to, the elevator doors opened.

  I abruptly stepped back, not wanting to get caught like this by anyone else.

  “It’s okay, we’re on your floor,” Taylor murmured in my ear.

  His breath tickled, and when he gently bit my earlobe, my eyes fluttered shut.

  “Let’s get to your bedroom,” Taylor said.

  “Your hallway is private,” Slade said, “but not private enough.”

  Bedroom? Privacy? Who needed that? I was ready to take them right here, half in the elevator, half in the hallway where they were leading me. One on each side, Slade’s hand on my lower back, Taylor’s hand on my ass.

  I unlocked the door and we stepped inside. Now that we weren’t kissing, I looked from one man to the other, feeling uncertain. Two seconds ago, I was ready to do them both. But they looked so big, so commanding suddenly, filling up my penthouse with their muscular forms and their deep voices and those dangerous, glittering eyes. Dangerous, but fucking hot.

  “You guys, um, want something to drink?” I asked, suddenly nervous.

  “You know that’s not why we came up here.” Slade’s voice was gruff, his brown eyes watchful.

  “I’m not thirsty at all,” Taylor said. “I wouldn’t mind having a bite, though.” He crowded me toward the wall and bent his head to suckle and nibble at my neck.

  A bolt of desire shot straight to my clit. I tilted my head back to give Taylor better access to my neck, and my eyes met Slade’s.

  He grinned. “Bedroom.”

  “You don’t have a lot of patience, do you?” I asked.

  “Tonight? Nope.”

  Taylor picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he cupped my ass. I kissed his warm neck. He carried me to my bedroom. As he held me in his arms, I sighed in happiness because everything felt so right about this.

  “So, it looks like we’re doing this,” Taylor said, stroking his free hand up my back. The movement was soothing and arousing at the same time. “Are you okay with that, Ari?”

  I looked from him to Slade. Both looked hopeful, but I didn’t feel pressured. Mostly excited. Nervous. Two men was the stuff of fantasies. Three, if Quentin showed up. And a fantasy happening here, tonight, in my bed—it seemed impossible.

  But I wanted it. I nodded. “Yes. I’m more than okay with this. I want it. You. I want both of you.”

  Taylor gently set me on my bedroom floor, then untied the string of my wrap dress so it fell open before pooling to the floor.

  “Nice,” he said, eyeing my matching bra and panty set. He lavished kisses over my bra-covered breasts while Slade came over to slide my thong down to the floor. Slade knelt so he could trail his hands and lips up and down my legs while Taylor cupped and kissed my breasts.

  My knees were weak—I could barely stand up. As if sensing this, Slade stood. He pulled me toward the bed and caught me in his arms before I could fall too hard.

  Slade covered my body with his and kissed me. I felt my bra come off, but I didn’t know who did it—everything had become a haze of hands and lips and tongues and teeth.

  Slade sat up, and I missed his weight and warmth. But he continued to kiss me. “I love your mouth,” he said. “I love every part of you.”

  Taylor’s weight on the bed next to us caused the mattress to dip slightly. He spoke in between kisses against my breasts and then down my stomach. “I love every part of you, too,” he said, his voice dark. “Right now, I want to show you how much I love this part.”

  He found my pussy and placed his mouth there, and I would have shot up off the bed if Slade’s hands hadn’t come to my breasts at just that moment. He teased my nipples with his large, calloused fingers.

  I moaned, loving the feel of Taylor’s tongue lapping at me, loving the feel of Slade’s hands on my chest. I wanted to see more of their beautiful bodies.

  “You two,” I said, “need to get naked, too.”

  Slade let go of me for a second to shuck off his clothes. Taylor kept his mouth between my legs, but I could feel him moving around. I glanced down to see him pulling his pants off the rest of the way. He broke contact with me to pull his shirt over his head, then returned to my pussy.

  I threw my head back into the mattress. Slade knelt right next to me, his cock close to my face. I licked my lips and stared into his eyes. “Can I have that?” I asked, flicking my gaze down to his gorgeous cock.

  His expression warmed, and his brown eyes went darker as he scooted toward me and touched his tip to my lips. I opened for him and let him slide inside. He tasted masculine, of man and dragon and all the good scents I associated with Slade.

  “I see you started without me.”

  Quentin stood in the doorway to my bedroom, his blue eyes glittering as he took in the sight on my bed. Me, splayed out. Taylor feasting on me while Slade’s cock pumped in and out of my mouth. The velvety softness of Slade’s skin on my tongue made me even wetter.

  “You feel so good on me, beautiful Ari,” Slade said.

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nbsp; I hummed in response, and Slade threw back his head with a groan.

  While I watched, Quentin unfastened his slacks and pulled out his cock. Instead of approaching us, though, he remained where he was, his fist lazily moving up and down the thickness in his hand.

  Taylor flicked his tongue over my clit rapidly, and then I felt one finger press inside, and then another. My body tensed with the beginnings of an orgasm, but I kept my eyes open, watching Quentin stroke himself. It was so hot, I didn’t want to miss a second of it.

  As Taylor stroked his fingers inside of me, he crooked them up slightly. I couldn’t hold my orgasm back anymore—it took me in a giant wave of pleasure and I cried out around Slade’s cock.

  Taylor slowly pulled his fingers from me and then climbed up my body, kissing my sensitive skin until he reached my breasts. He suckled one nipple hard in his mouth and I bucked against him, my legs nudging his. Quentin stared hungrily at us and licked his lips. I used one of my hands to lightly pinch my free nipple, and Quentin growled, his jaw clenched.

  I hooked one leg around Taylor’s. His cock was close to my entrance, and I wanted him inside. Now.

  I urged him along with my legs, then turned my head so Slade’s cock came out of my mouth and I could speak. “I want more,” I said to Taylor.

  “Always. Anything you want. It’s yours.” He pushed into me, gasping. Then he whispered, “Ariana.”

  I brought my other hand around to hold him close to me. His chest to my chest. He angled his head to my neck so I could continue sucking on Slade. Slade stroked my cheeks and face, brushing my hair from my forehead. I briefly broke eye contact with Quentin so that I could look up at Slade. His brown eyes were fierce, staring directly into mine.

  “So beautiful,” he said.

  I hummed again, wanting to share my pleasure with him, and then I looked over at Quentin. He was now leaning against the doorway like it was hard to stand, and his cock was jutting straight out while he fisted it. His eyes were locked on mine. Hungry. Possessive.

  Taylor stroked one hand up and down my side, playing with my breast before moving down my ribs and to my hip, then back around to my ass. He squeezed hard, and I murmured in approval. I was going to come again, and soon.

  He squeezed my ass once more, and I felt one of his fingers move lower.

  I wriggled slightly, unsure, but he chased me with his finger even while his cock slid in and out of my pussy.

  “Pinch me if you want me to stop,” he said, as his finger traveled lower.

  Still staring at Quentin, I felt awash in sensation. What was one more sensation? I trusted them. I wanted to try everything with them.

  Taylor’s finger passed that little hole, and I almost felt disappointed until I felt him touching the place where we were joined. Then he moved his finger back up, and I realized why—he’d been getting lubrication.

  As he pressed his finger there, I made a whining sound back in my throat.

  Slade pulled away from my mouth. “Everything okay, Ari?”

  “It’s okay,” I gasped. “It’s just—yeah. I’m good.”

  “You sure?” Slade asked, shooting a dirty look to Taylor.

  “I’m sure,” I said.

  Taylor grinned, his smile mischievous, his green eyes darkened with lust but playful just the same. Suddenly, he thrust into me hard with his cock and pushed his finger inside my ass at the same time.

  I cried out at the pleasure, at the strange sensation of being breached in a new place. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but as Taylor moved inside of me, it began to just feel unfamiliar. And then, kind of good. So this was what people talked about—that full feeling. I looked to Slade and licked my lips. Knowing what I wanted, he lowered himself next to me again, and I took his cock in my mouth.

  Quentin was still there in the doorway, only his hand was moving faster on his cock now. Taylor thrust inside of me—his cock and his finger—and I couldn’t seem to get enough. He murmured words that I was too far gone to hear. Words of adoration, love, pleasure.

  Quentin grimaced, like he was close, and I could feel with my mouth that Slade was nearly there. Taylor’s entire body was taut.

  They were waiting for me. My men were waiting to get me off one more time.

  Still looking at Quentin, I cupped both of my breasts and tweaked my nipples. My body turned to liquid heat—electric—and I felt myself come apart.

  Quentin groaned and caught his come with his hand. Slade came in my mouth and I swallowed, making sounds of approval. Taylor came inside of me, his body tense, his dick pulsing in time to my too-fast heartbeat. He slipped his finger out of me and I winced at the sensation.

  “You all right?” Taylor asked.

  Slade pulled out of my mouth and stroked my cheek.

  “I’m good,” I said. “That was amazing.”

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Quentin said, tucking his cock back in his pants. He removed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off his hand while walking to the side of the bed.

  “Clothes off,” I told him, then patted the spot on the other side of the bed. I wanted all of them in bed with me, surrounding me, their combined scents filling me.

  Quentin stripped and climbed onto the bed next to me. Taylor shifted to the side so that Quentin could pull me into his arms, and Slade scooted up so that he rested near my head.

  “That was magical,” Taylor said, leaning back and resting his head on his arms.

  Slade’s voice was a rumble. “I never did anything like that before. It’s my new favorite thing.”

  I smiled and closed my eyes. “I love you guys. Each one of you.”

  I must have slept, because the next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes. Quentin, Taylor, and Slade were all sitting up, staring past one another, their gazes unfocused.

  “Slade?” I asked, grabbing his hand from where it rested on his knee.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  “Thank you.” I squeezed his fingers. “What’s going on?”

  “The white dress,” Slade continued. “You’re wearing those little heels. Everybody’s watching you. I think they’re breathless, like I am.”

  I moved my gaze from Slade to the other guys. “What are you talking about?”

  “Together forever,” Taylor said. “Your vow to me.”

  “That little girl in the purple dress hands you a ring,” Slade said. “Your hand is shaking so hard, you almost drop it.”

  I sucked in a gasp. He was talking about my wedding. But he hadn’t been alive then. He couldn’t know how it went.

  “But you get it and put it on my finger,” Quentin said.

  “You guys,” I said. “Please. What’s happening?”

  “We kiss,” Taylor said. “You taste like apple cider.”

  Apple cider—Marc always said that about me. My eyes filled with tears. They were all sharing a vision of some kind. A vision of my wedding to Marc. It was impossible. They couldn’t have known this.

  And then I remembered the brilliant glowing light that had floated up from Marc’s body when he died. It had split into three pieces, which disappeared while I watched.

  Three pieces of his soul. Three men, sitting in bed with me.

  “Your dad lets out a whoop from the front row,” Taylor said.

  Tears streamed down my face. “Yes, he did. He was so happy that day.”

  Quentin intoned, “After the kiss, we whisper one word into each other’s ears.”

  I said the word along with them, all four of us at the same time.

  “Forever.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Quentin

  A buzzing noise reached my ears. I shook away the vision and saw the other guys doing the same. Ariana was openly crying, her face so full of raw emotion that it made my heart break. Taylor and Slade rubbed her back, and I kissed the top of her head.

  What did this mean? I didn’t know.

  The rhythmic buzzing sound continued, so I turned to i
nvestigate. It came from my pants, lying on the floor next to Ariana’s bed. My phone.

  As soon as I fished it from my pants pocket, it stopped ringing. Figured. I checked the caller ID. It was Chad Curtis’s private number.

  Shit.

  As I stared at the screen, he called again. If I didn’t answer, he’d just keep calling. I couldn’t afford questions from Ariana or the guys right now. I didn’t know how to explain, how to talk about any of this.

  “I’ll be right back,” I said, planting another kiss on Ariana’s head. I didn’t want to leave her side, but I had to.

  Carrying the phone from the room, I walked, naked, into the entryway of her penthouse, then answered the call. “This is Phillips.”

  “If you can’t answer my calls, Phillips, you’re no good to me.”

  “I’m out,” I whispered.

  “The fuck?” Chad Curtis’s voice went down several decibels in warning. I knew that voice. It was the one he used before he brought an enemy to their knees and eviscerated them.

  Chad Curtis didn’t mess around. If he didn’t like you, he learned everything about you, and then he pulled you apart—bone, flesh, sinew.

  I looked over my shoulder, then walked farther away from Ariana’s room. I found myself in the kitchen, the tile floor cold against my feet. I ran the faucet, hoping to cover the sounds of my talking. “I’m out. Whitesong is a good agency. Curtis can’t compete, and you shouldn’t even try.”

  “You’re betraying me.”

  “No,” I said. “I’m telling you honestly, I’m out. Find some other way to disrupt Whitesong. But just know, you won’t succeed.”

  “Ariana West won’t know what hit her.”

  I filled up a water glass. “Ariana West is a lot fucking smarter than your corporation ever gave her credit for.”

  The other end of the line was so quiet, I wondered if he’d hung up. Then he said, “You’ve been fucking her.”

  “No.” I filled another glass with water.

  “Yes, you have. Don’t lie to me, asshole.” He gave a low chuckle. “You’re a dead man, Phillips. And before you die, you’ll see that Whitesong whore die in front of you.”