"You've done amazing Jennifer," Archer says.
I hate it that she beams with pride at his words. She's so beautiful.
"Thank you," she says bashful.
"We managed to bring back further evidence of White's intention to awaken the Ancients. We need to meet with Silver and try to solidify an alliance with them. We have to stop Marathe."
"Well then, let's get this show on the road. No time to be laying about like lazy dogs!" I say.
Archer nods then looks at Remy. "Can you contact them and ask for an invite to counsel? Or request that they come here if they prefer? I don't think we can be choosy on which."
Remy nods then walks out of the room. The healers finish their ministrations and leave, then it's only the three of us. Jennifer stands next to Archer. The two of them hold hands and I feel completely out of place. I want to kiss her, I want to take her in my arms and hold her tight, make slow passionate love to her. Then there's Archer.
"I'm so glad you're both back," Jennifer says.
"Thanks. You know how it goes, bit of adventure, bruise here and there. Good for us boys to get out and stretch a bit," I say.
"I'm glad you're okay," Archer says.
Damn him. He always says the right thing. The door opens and Remy's here again.
"They will be here in a few minutes," he says.
Archer nods thanking Remy. "I should change."
Remy follows Archer out and then it is Jennifer and I. I smile at her then turn towards the door.
"I should probably change as well-"
"Wait," she says.
I stand unable to move. Her wish is my command. I feel her approach then her hand is on my shoulder pulling softly until I turn towards her. Her arms slip around my neck and our lips meet. Stars explode, the earth moves, and I feel whole. Her soft lips are against mine and my arousal is instant. I know she feels it pressing into her but she just pulls herself tighter against me. We part gasping for air and she steps back one step.
"I'm glad you're home too," she says smiling. "I'm sorry ... I don't know how to ..."
"No worries," I say laughing. "We never have figured this out."
She nods as awkwardness returns. My heart feels heavy and the urge to leave is almost overwhelming. It's been my standard response, to run away from this. I'm tired of that and it's never worked.
"Yeah," she laughs extending the awkward feeling.
"Jennifer-"
The door opens and Archer marches in followed by Remy, both dressed in court appropriate attire. I look down at the dirty, bloody mess I'm in and think about changing but decide screw it. I'm not the diplomat here. A glowing silver portal forms on one side of the room and King Cyrus and Queen Dao walk through hand in hand.
The five of them exchange formalities while I sit to one side watching. Archer gets right to the business of showing them what we'd found. Remy does some translating and they debate back and forth. This isn't my scene but I watch Jennifer and pride fills me. She's coming into her own, I would never guess she was anything but a Dragon Queen. The role suits her well.
"You have evidence, but it is not overwhelming. We believe you but we'll need more proof before we can support you in front of the Council," Cyrus says at last.
Archer frowns but holds back his anger. I smile, that's the man I admire. In control, not ruled by his emotions or his passion. Not like me.
"I understand. We will gather more, this has given us clues as to where to look next."
More formalities are exchanged as I start to doze off from utter boredom. Thank the Ancients my brother, Dracul, enjoys politics. I have no use for it. As the King and Queen of the Silver walk into their portal I stand up and wave.
"Bye guys!" I call out causing Archer to spin on his heel and frown at me.
I grin sheepishly but am rewarded by Jennifer hiding a smile behind her hand. Cyrus and Dao ignore me as I expected. The portal pops closed and then it's the four of us.
"Jennifer, my Queen, would you please show me to my chambers?" Remy asks. "I need to rest."
"Of course!" she takes Remy by his arm and leads him out the door.
Archer stares at me then shakes his head. I shrug and grin again trying to cover over the pain that's filling my heart. I should leave this room. It's her bedroom. Soon they will make love on that bed right there. Him and her. Not me. I'll sleep alone, in my cold bed, without her warmth.
I start for the door and stop. I can't do this anymore. I stand with one hand on the handle willing myself to open the door. Walk away Logan. You know it's the right thing to do. You always do the right thing. This isn't you, it isn't right. My hand won't move.
"You okay?" Archer asks.
"No," the word is out faster than I can stop it. "I can't do this anymore."
I turn towards him. Moisture is in the corner of my eyes so I blink it away.
"What else can we do?" he asks.
"I can't live this way. No more. Nothing has worked. It's not just her it's..." I trail off but I see it in his eyes. He knows. He nods slowly.
The door opens and Jennifer walks back in. She doesn't say a word looking between Archer and I. The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a sword.
"Everything okay?" she asks.
Chapter seven
Jennifer
Archer and Logan stare at each other. The tension between them fills the room making me edgy. No one speaks. It seems they're about to come to blows and I don't understand what's going on. I look between them but neither will meet my eyes.
"Archer? Logan?" I ask.
Logan shakes his head and looks away first. "I should go," he says.
"No," I reply focusing on Archer. "Stay. What's going on? What happened down there?"
Archer inhales then sighs, his shoulders slump as he turns away. Logan stares at the floor.
"Nothing," Archer says. "Nothing at all."
I wait for one of them to make a move, to say something more but it's obvious they've reached an impasse.
"It's me."
They both turn quickly then see the other one looking and glance away confirming what I know. Memories tug at me but what we've done before hasn't worked. Staring at the floor the past seems distant to me, like it happened to someone else. What haven't we tried?
"What do you do when I'm ... gone?" I ask.
Neither of them look up. They're not willing to bend in the slightest. Men. I wait.
Logan breaks first. "We support each other," he admits.
"Right," I say. "Each other. But when I'm here?"
"We fight," Archer says.
I nod, waiting to see if either of them will see the truth they just admitted. Logan shakes his head as Archer reaches for an apple and turns it over in his hands.
"Well?" I ask.
"What Jennifer?" Logan asks at last. "He's my best friend. Almost as much as you he completes my soul but we can't both have you no matter how we try."
"We've tried sharing you," Archer adds. "It's never worked out. How can two men share one woman? We love you. When I see you with him it makes me..." He crushes the apple in his hand throwing the pulp into the unlit fireplace.
"Exactly," Logan says. "I'm jealous. Is that what you want to hear? I'm jealous. I can't stand it when you're kissing him and not me. I want your lips on mine, I want to be the one in your bed every night, never let him have you and I know he feels the same."
"When you look at him and I see the love in your eyes," Archer says with unshed tears. "It drives me mad. I can barely control myself."
So many emotions blend inside me that I feel on the edge of exploding. My heart is filled with undeniable love for both of them. No matter how I try, I can't place one over the other. They're equal in my heart. My stomach ties itself into knots then flips over leaving me feeling like I'm falling or dropping on a massive roller coaster. Yet I feel as light as air like nothing can hold me down.
I walk over to Archer and take his hand. I hear Logan's breath ca
tch. Archer looks at me hope with blossoming in his eyes. I pull him along with me back to Logan. I take Logan's hand in my other hand. The three of us stand together.
"I love you," I say looking at them each in turn to drive home my words and my intention. "I love you both. What I think you are missing is that you love each other as much as you love me."
"Jennifer, we're not-"
"What? Gay? Of course not. You love me. Both of you and I love you both. Why do we always come back together? Why is it always the three of us and no matter how we try it never works? Because it's never been the THREE of us. It's been two of us and an extra."
They're confused. It's plain to see on their faces but deep down, below the prejudice, below the pride, understanding is starting to form.
"When I die, you two come together and you're as tight as any two people can be. When I'm here you're divided. Jealousy separates you no matter if you're together or apart. A broken triangle cannot stand."
Something alights in Archer. A change comes over his face and demeanor as understanding dawns. "What did you say?" he asks.
Logan looks confused.
"A broken triangle cannot stand," I repeat myself and Archer nods.
"That's what she said," he says.
"Who?" I ask.
"Athene. She said that to Remy. That the broken triangle could not stand, but a pyramid would stand the test of time."
"Athene?" I ask but Archer shakes his head.
He reaches for me, his right hand touches my cheek, cupping my face. He reaches for Logan with his left hand in the same motion. He pulls our heads together until the three of us stand close.
"Always," he says. "Always it is the three of us but never as one. Together we form a pyramid, not a triangle. A triangle is the base. A triangle where one side is not fully touching the other is broken. We have been broken."
Logan places one arm around each of us and I do the same. Something shifts. I feel it deep inside like a lock clicking into place. As my stomach un-knots my heart lightens and my body floods with desire.
"I love you," Logan says. "I love you both."
"Yes," Archer says. "I do not want to live without either of you."
Archer moves, kissing my neck as Logan does the same from his side. Two hands move across my ass exciting my passion. I turn to Logan kissing him deeply. Their hands move across me, seeking out my breasts, working at the fastenings of my clothes and I theirs.
Breaking the kiss with Logan I turn to Archer's waiting mouth. I turn fully into him and Logan presses against the curves of my ass, his cock strains against the fabric separating us. He undoes the buttons of my dress finding bare skin and sending electrical bursts across me. I grind my hips against Archer as need grows.
We move towards the bed as one, clothes falling to the floor. The sensations are familiar yet completely different. I've had them both before but never like this. As one they lift me off my feet and lay me out on the bed. Then they climb on, one on each side. Their hands roam across my thighs with soft touches as their mouths tease my nipples to rock hard nubs.
Teasingly, as one, they move towards my soft center then around without parting my silken folds. They kiss up from my breasts, across my neck, then our lips meet as one. Our tongues dance together fighting like three dragons in flight. Two hands run across the curves of my hips then as one dive towards my core. I spread my legs wide welcoming my two men in. One hand probes slowly into my wetness as another parts my folds seeking out my clit. I'm so ready I take the invading fingers in easily. Pleasure pulses from my clit as gentle fingers circle around that hard button.
My hands seek out their hard cocks grasping them both firmly as our kissing continues. I stroke them, enjoying the feeling of soft skin sliding over the rock hard erections of my men.
"Mmmm," I moan.
As one they grunt then Logan kisses his way down my neck pausing at my left breast to circle the nipple with his tongue before he traces the swell of my belly then he laps at my sugar walls. Archer kisses me, his tongue probing my mouth as Logan's probes my pussy. Wetness leaks out of me drenching my thighs and the sheets below me. I'm wound so tight I could explode and I feel it coming soon, building. Archer's hands toy with my breasts as Logan's tongue attacks my clit with a ferocity built of overwhelming desire. My grip on their cocks tightens and I stroke faster as the orgasm builds and I fall over the edge with it.
Shudders pass over me, carrying me away until I lay limp and sweaty. Both my men are holding their positions when I become aware again. I pull them up by their cocks and they move to my will. I position them to either side with their cocks directly above me. Teasing the head of each before sliding one then the other into my hot mouth.
"Ohh," they moan as I pleasure them, sending a thrill down my spine.
My saliva coats them as I take each into my throat. I reach around placing my hands on their hips pulling them in closer until I have them both in my mouth at the same time. They stretch me in an unexpected but pleasurable way. My pussy starts to throb with further need like a void inside my core that needs to be filled the same as they are filling my mouth.
Logan looks at Archer as they thrust in my mouth, then he leans over and kisses his best friend. They rest their foreheads together looking down at me. I feel them growing larger and know that they're close to the edge. They close their eyes struggling to maintain control. I'm not done with them yet so I take them out of my mouth.
I rise up and pull Archer down to the bed laying him out flat then I straddle him. Logan sits to the side watching as I slide down onto Archers cock starting to fill the aching void. Archer and I both sigh as I'm impaled. I lean back against him supporting myself with one arm as I grab Logan pulling him over and guiding him so that he's positioned in front of me. The confusion on his face is unmistakable but I look down at his cock then at my pussy. Understanding dawns.
He moves forward and I feel his cock positioned. My walls feel stretched just with Archer but the void inside needs more.
I need more, I need them both.
Slowly Logan eases his massive cock in on top of Archer's. He slides just the tip in and I cry out in pleasure and pain. He pauses giving me time to adjust to the sensation. I will myself to relax.
He slides forward a little more and it gets easier. An inch at a time he creeps forward and as he does the void inside me is filled at last. My pussy is stretched in ways I didn't know it could be, but the sensation of being full is overwhelmingly wonderful. Logan gets his full length inserted hitting the bottom of my core. The three of us lay there for a moment, my men's hot breath passes on each side of my face and I absorb the sensation of being filled.
Then they start moving and sensation becomes everything. All awareness focuses in on the pleasure signals as different nerves I didn't know existed are stimulated by their passage back and forth. They grunt and I moan as we build towards something I didn't know existed. Pleasure waves like a tsunami rush through me. A hurricane of sensations moves at speeds beyond comprehension. I'm stretched and each time they withdraw the void in me opens only to be filled on their next thrust.
Their speed increases and we're bucking as one. Each thrust drives me higher and this has to be the top but then I'm driven higher again. They drive in as one and they both hold, moaning. They're exploding inside me. I feel their hot seed pumping, mixing, and driving deep. My womb opens, drinking in their offerings like a hungry goddess accepting their sacrifice. My muscles contract and I'm rigid with spasms of pleasure.
Logan collapses on top of me and the three of us slowly come down to our bed. My two men give soft kisses, easing me back from the heights we achieved together.
Chapter eight
Logan
I wake up slowly to the realization that my arm is asleep. Pins and needles sting but when I pull, it doesn't move. Cracking my eyes open I can't help smiling when I see Jennifer lying on it. Memories of the night's experience return and my smile widens. Archer lies on the far side of
her, the three of us spooned together.
Archer stirs, then Jennifer, and we're all awake. There's an awkwardness as Archer and I look at each other across her, but Jennifer kisses him then turns and kisses me with equal passion and love. Somehow it wipes away the morning after weirdness.
We shower together without any more uncomfortable feelings then we're dressed and someone has laid out a breakfast for us of fruit, cheeses, and coffee. As we break our fast the planning begins.
"We need to go back," Archer says over his steaming cup.
"With Remy we can beat those golems. They have to be guarding something. That's powerful magic to be doing nothing," I say.
"What are you hoping to find?" Jennifer asks.
"Proof. Indisputable proof of White's intentions. Failing that, there were references to an island off South America but which one? If we know that then we can try to interrupt their plan," Archer says.
"I won't ask how dangerous this is going to be. We don't have a choice do we?" Jennifer asks.
"Danger? What is danger to young dashing men such as us?" I laugh as Jennifer slaps my arm.
"You'll need to stay here," Archer says to her.
Jennifer's face shows a rapid sequence of emotions that say more about how she's changed and grown into her role than any words could ever express. Anger moving to hurt then immediately to resolve and acceptance.
"Of course," she says.
Archer and I both smile reaching for her at the same time. Our hands touch as we touch her face. We laugh.
"I'll go brief Remy," Archer says.
He rises from the table, kisses Jennifer, then leaves the room. Today, for the first, time, I don't feel like I'm stealing moments with her. Things have changed. She starts to clear the table then stops, staring down at an empty plate.
"You both return to me. I did this alone. I can do it but I don't want to. Never again, not without both of you."
"We will return my Queen," I say resting my hand on top of hers.
She nods then leans in and kisses me before she leaves with the dishes.
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