Dragon's Ward

by Newton, LeTeisha

  Where Stefan’s lips had been warm yet strong, Nero’s were pliable and slick. His arms came around her, pulled her tight against him, and then lifted her off her feet so that she was eye level with him. She closed her eyes, turned her head slightly to get closer to him, and let herself go. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue and she opened to him. Smooth, wet, and slightly cooler then she expected, he slid his tongue against hers, dueling for supremacy. He explored every inch before sucking on her tongue as if he could make her a piece of him.

  She moaned against his mouth and wrapped her legs around him. He was too tall for her to line up against his cock, but she felt the broad head just barely, and it was enough for her to pant. She dug her nails into his shoulders and he spun with her in his arms. She gasped as her back met the wall, and he lowered her enough that now his cock was rubbing against her clit with precision. He crowded her until she was surrounded by his heat. The wall wasn’t even cold against her back any more. Now his hands were free and he was pushing up her shirt, pushing her bra out of the way, and then he was molding her breasts. She moaned and ground her clit against him, feeling her desire swell in her head until she was light-headed. He kissed her so hard their teeth nearly clashed, but she nipped his tongue, wanting more. She ground harder against his thickness, needing to come, wanting it more than she had ever wanted anything.

  “God,” he cried, head thrown back, mouth open wide, eyes hooded as he pushed on her harder. His head lowered and he was pushing her breasts together and up. His mouth sucked both of her nipples into his mouth and it was enough, just enough. She screamed as her body shattered into a million little pieces.

  “Yes,” she screamed again as he moved faster against her. He let go of her nipples, buried his face in her neck and bellowed his release. He shuddered against her as she held him. Never in a million years would she have believed that this would have happened. This was not what she meant to do when she’d kissed him. She’d only wanted to show them what they were missing by denying her, to play. But this didn’t feel like play. This was real. Nero was real. She could feel his panting breath against her neck. She caressed him, calmed him as he held her in a tight grip. She didn’t look at the others. This man had given her something priceless. He didn’t care about the danger he was in, the idea that he would have to fight for her. He just wanted her, to the point that he had nearly made love to her in a room with two others watching. She found herself not as angry as she should have been over that. She had never done something like this in her live.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered against her skin, so low she barely heard it. She spoke back just as quietly.

  “Don’t say that. It was beautiful.” She kissed his shoulder, the only thing she could reach in this position, and ran her fingers through his hair. She finally opened her eyes and Stefan and Cadoc were barely inches away. She tensed and Nero tensed with her, but he didn’t move.

  Stefan and Cadoc were breathing like they’d just run a marathon. Their eyes were wild and they were staring at her. It was only then that she realized that each were touching Nero. She could see their hands resting on his back when she looked down. Sweat glistened on their skin and it was as if they had come with her and Nero. As if they had experienced some of the pleasure.

  “That’s what you were apologizing for,” she said to Nero then. He nodded. He hadn’t wanted to leave the others out. Even in his passion, he hadn’t wanted them to be alone. He’d shared the passion with the others of his triad. When he turned her into the wall, he had allowed them to come along for the ride. She couldn’t be angry at that either. It seemed that Nero would play council for all sides. It was who he was.

  “Nothing to apologize for,” she whispered again. “You can let me down now.”

  He pulled away from the wall and Stefan and Cadoc stepped away with him. They made a space and Nero carried her to the couch. He sat with her on his lap and she was grateful, because she didn’t think she could stand at the moment. She lay against his chest, her hands cradling her head, as he rubbed her back and relaxed enough to sigh.

  “Are they to assume that if they don’t tell you why they were going to walk away, then you’ll only choose me?” Nero asked, his voice tired.

  “Yes. That’s the gist of it.”

  “I don’t want to be a pawn in a game, Brook.”

  “You aren’t a pawn. I would choose you either way. It’s based on their openness as to whether I would choose them or not,” Brook returned.

  “Fair enough,” Nero said, nodding.

  “So, fellas, the real question. Do you want me to take all of you, or do I just take one?”

  Chapter Eight

  “We don’t have time for this,” Stefan started.

  “Then explain fast,” Brook broke in.

  “Look, Brook, to take all of us means we will fill every hole you have. Nothing will go untouched. Once we do that, we can’t go back. We’ll begin to shift. When that shift comes, if you’re not strong enough to roll our beast into you and make your Phoenix, then we could kill you, or, at the least, drive you insane. Even if you survived, we wouldn’t know if you had become the Phoenix until you shifted,” Cadoc said then, pacing in front of her.

  “So I could die from pleasure, basically?”

  “Dead is dead,” Stefan said harshly.

  “Dead by pleasure or dead by Roach’s hands is a big difference to me.”

  “We’ve tried it, Brook. It isn’t pretty,” Nero said then, an apology in his eyes. He didn’t like the mention of other women.

  “Did they have the connection with you that I have? Did they incite you like me?” Brook asked. It was an honest enough question. They felt too right for this to be wrong, for her not to be able to become their Phoenix.

  “No,” Nero answered first.

  “Nowhere near,” Cadoc seconded.

  “We hadn’t known you yet,” Stefan said then, and she got the sense that he was trying to explain. They’d thought what they felt for those other women was enough to make her their Phoenix, until they met Brook. Now what they felt with her made the others pale in comparison. If she lied and said that didn’t make her feel better, she would be a lesser woman.

  “Then I want the three of you. We will take it a step at a time, but we need to get Roach. I can’t live any kind of life until we do,” Brook said then.

  “I can’t let you take that chance,” Stefan said then.

  “I can’t deny her. I want that,” Cadoc said, pointing at Brook resting in Nero’s arms. He slid on the couch next to them and Nero shifter so that Brook’s legs are across Cadoc’s lap. He massaged her calves and she sighed, relaxing into his touch.

  “We could kill her,” Stefan said then, voice rough.

  “But it’s her choice,” Cadoc returned.

  “She doesn’t know what she’s choosing,” Stefan returned, but it wasn’t as heated. He couldn’t stop watching Cadoc and Nero caress her. He wanted her as much as they did. He wanted to be with them.

  “But I do understand. You don’t have to protect me in this,” Brook answered.

  “I declared you my ward. I have no other choice.”

  “Then you are Ryuichi,” Brook said then.

  “I will not even ask how you knew that,” Stefan sighed.

  “Maybe we should take the chance, zhu. She’s not saying let’s go upstairs this minute. She’s just asking for the choice,” Nero offered.

  Brook watched as Stefan’s wants defeated his obligations as leader. She could see it in the set of his shoulders as they relaxed, the look in his eyes as he watched her, the set of his mouth as it softened. He sighed, relaxing enough to stretch. She watched his body shift and move as he lifted his hands high about his head and arched his back. It was as if he were releasing his worries, his stresses. He walked toward them then and lifted Brook out of Nero’s arms. He cradled her against his chest and just stood there for a moment.

  “You said you smelled him earlier right?” he aske
d her.

  “Yes, I thought I did.”

  “I detected something near the window but not in the house. He couldn’t have made it in the house with us there,” Nero said then.

  “He may have sprayed his cologne just so I knew he was here. I’m sensitive to it now, since I’ve been running,” Brook said, cuddling closer to Stefan’s chest.

  “Then he’s close enough that we don’t have to wait to try to draw him out,” Stefan said then, walking toward his back window. It was nightfall again and Brook couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t been conscious of time to the point of obsession.

  “What do you mean?” Cadoc asked.

  “The faster we get rid of him, the sooner we get to try,” he replied. Brook didn’t react in his arms. She’d asked for this, pushed for this, and now she was going to have to deal with it. That she wasn’t as frightened as she should have been, she didn’t dwell on.

  She let Stefan carry her out into the darkness. Cadoc rested on one side of the door frame and Nero leaned on the other. She didn’t fight as Stefan turned her around in his arms or when he helped her wrap her legs around his waist. She didn’t fight him when he lifted her chin with on calloused hand and licked his way down her neck. She simply held on, desire flaring in her once more, as he nipped at her collarbone, sipped at the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and messaged the globes of her ass in his large hands. She just clung to him as he nipped his way up her chin and bit on her bottom lip. She let his tongue sweep into her mouth, so hot it nearly burned her.

  He gripped her ass tighter and sucked her tongue into his mouth. He was dominant. She couldn’t do much but feel. He let go of her ass with one hand and grasped the back of her head. He held her in place as he devoured her mouth. She moaned and allowed herself to be taken away. She nipped back at his lips, tried to suck his tongue deep into her mouth, tried to shift until her pussy was over his cock, but he held her firm. He just kissed her, caressed her, in the night air.

  “More,” she whispered against his mouth. “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  “Brook,” he whispered back, warningly. “This is just a show.”

  “Don’t stop,” she said more forcefully, so lost to pleasure she couldn’t think straight.

  She knew, on the edge of her mind, there was something important here, but the taste of Stefan made her lose control, just as Nero’s taste had. She’d just climaxed minutes ago, but she needed more, it wasn’t enough. When it felt like he was going to soften his touch she reached down between their bodies and gripped his cock through the cloth of his jeans. He was broad and long. Her pussy wept with the idea of it inside of her. She wanted it. She wanted Nero. She wanted Cadoc. She pumped his cock as best she could through his jeans and felt him steady himself, fight to keep standing. She didn’t let him stop. She didn’t want to stop. She pulled her mouth away from his and kissed her way down his neck as he had done her. She took small nips as she went. Each time she sucked on his flesh she pumped his cock until he was rocking against her and panting. She pulled harder, moving her hands faster.

  “God,” Stefan groaned.

  “We can’t stop it now,” she heard Cadoc say then.

  “We can’t even try,” Nero agreed. “Bring her inside. She has taken the choice out of our hands.”

  Stefan stepped back into the house with her. She felt Nero and Cadoc’s hands brace her as Stefan carried her upstairs. For a split second she thought to say that this was not the time. Tried to think why it was important that they stay clearheaded, but she couldn’t think that far, and with Stefan’s touch, she didn’t want to.

  Chapter Nine

  Stefan didn’t give her a chance to second-guess what was happening around them. He’d stripped her down in a flash it seemed and lay down on the bed with her over him. She hovered over his erection with a soaking pussy and didn’t know where to start. His pectorals muscles were broad and built under her hands. His arms were in stark relief as he held her over his body. His abs were roped with muscles. She trailed her fingers down over his flesh, watching it ripple under her fingertips. She lowered over his cock, and it marked her with fire. She ground her clit against it, sliding back and forth along the long length of him, biting her lips against the pleasure.

  “Get her ready,” Stefan groaned as he pulled her forward over him. Nero stepped to the side of her, his clothes gone as well. He was as beautiful as a dancer, all lean muscle that looked more like a runner than a bodybuilder. But though he was half Stefan’s build, he was not less. Where Stefan was broad and long, Nero was just broad, almost impossibly so. It wasn’t that his cock was short, he just wasn’t as long as Stefan.

  “Taste me,” he said and she couldn’t stop herself from turning toward him. Stefan molded her breasts hanging in his face. He tweaked and twirled her nipples before sucking them into her mouth. She hissed her pleasure as the broad head of Nero’s pale cock touched her lips. She snaked her tongue out, tasting the head, and the musky flavor of him. He tasted like heavy cream with a tang of salt. She swirled her tongue against over the head, mimicking Stefan’s touch.

  “Suck her, Stefan. She’s following you,” Nero begged.

  Stefan needed no further urging and he sucked a nipple into her mouth, and some of the breast. He pulled on her hard and she let Nero’s cock sink into her mouth. He was so hard. He felt like velvet-covered steel against her tongue. She couldn’t possible take more than the head and an inch or so behind it. She braced one hand on Stefan’s shoulders so that she could use her other hand. She grips the base of Nero’s cock and pumped it in sure strokes up and down to meet her mouth.

  “God, yes,” Nero moaned. He gripped her hair and moving her head back and forth. Stefan still played with her breasts as he lifted her hips up slightly.

  “I have to get in her,” he grumbled seconds before he pushed her down over his cock. She’d never had a cock so big in her life. He was nearly painful. He pushed into her with short, hard digs. Even with her moisture he had to work at it. He played with her nipples with one hand his other hand snaked down to play with her clit.

  “Allow me,” Cadoc said, and she felt herself tense. She’d forgotten about him, that he was there too. She didn’t know how she’d be able to take him too.

  “Be calm, Brook,” he said behind her, hand on her hips. He must have felt her tension. He got up on the bed, kneeling behind her, and reached around to play with her clit. He swirled his fingers in fast, little circles and used his other hand to pull and push her up and down on Stefan. She gasped, pleasure streaking through her. Each dig now took Stefan deeper inside of her body. Each suck eased her jaw a little until she was taking half of Nero’s cock to her throat.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Stefan said against her skin and she couldn’t help but moan as her pussy quivered around his cock. These men wanted to save her, these mean wanted to protect her, and they wanted to treat her as an equal. She hadn’t had that in so long.

  She stroked Nero faster, pumping her body on Stefan now. He gripped her hips fiercely and moved her faster. She felt like she was going to explode. Nero grew hot in her mouth, his flesh felt like it had caught on fire. Stefan was just as hot under her, pumping his hips harder into her, almost blindly. She clung to them, riding their pleasure and their own as best she could.

  “Come on, Cadoc, she’s ready,” Nero cried through gritted teeth.

  “She won’t feel the sting in a minute,” Stefan continued.

  The heat between Nero and Stefan flared until it was leaking through their connection with her at her mouth and pussy until she felt like she had a fever. She was ablaze with passion, desire, lust, need, and pleasure. She couldn’t quite feel where her body ended and the men began. She felt a point of coolness at her ass, felt fingers breach her anus, but she wasn’t new to this. She’d experimented plenty when she was younger. She relaxed her muscles, took a deep breath, and bore down as Cadoc breached her. The heat escalated until she could barely keep her breath.


  The men moved at counterpoints. It wasn’t exactly at opposites as there were three of them. It was more like they were all in constant movement. There was always a cock within her, always one pulling out, and always another pushing in. She was never free of them and the pleasure was astounding. She screamed between them as Cadoc hunched over her, coming up to his feet on the bed so he could pound his length into her, pushing her breasts together so that Stefan could suck them roughly, and Nero pushing into her throat.

  “That’s it, take my cock,” Stefan cried.

  “Take all my cock in that tight little ass. Clench me harder,” Cadoc growled.

  “Move that tongue. Suck harder,” Nero groaned. She cried out and tried to adjust for every one of them but they were moving her, holding her still for their ministrations. She screamed between them all as they pounded into her, faster and faster, her pleasure spiraling through her until she was so tight that she felt like she could touch the sun.

  She screamed around Nero’s cock. She was so close. She was so close to her climax. She needed it. She needed the pleasure. She bucked as hard as she could on Stefan, flung her ass back toward Cadoc, and grazed Nero with her teeth until he cried out.

  Something shattered in them. Stefan pounded into her like a man possessed. His hands fought Cadoc’s on her hips until she was being pulled back and forth with blinding force. Nero stepped closer to the bed and lifted one foot onto the bed. He pushed her head back until there was more room down her throat and pumped. He was so far inside that his heavy balls slapped against her chin with each movement. She sucked him down, reveling in their roughness, in their control over her.

  “Now, now, now!” Stefan cried and she felt something shift under his skin. She could feel the coolness seep under the heat. He flashed back and forth with blinding speed but she caught glimpses of his scales. Nero’s face above her quivered and she could see green work under his skin, his mouth snapping back and forth between a beak and normal mouth. She felt a pinch at her hips but couldn’t turn around. She knew what the Kylin looked like and was sure that Cadoc was in the grips of his shift as well.