Dom groaned. Ice squirmed, rubbing her breasts over his broad chest and Nathan’s breath stalled in his throat. She made the first move. Nathan smiled. She wanted them…badly.
Taking charge, Dom hustled Ice backwards until they hit the bed. They fell on it, different bits of clothing getting dispatched with varying degrees of efficiency, until they were a tangle of nude, golden limbs. Gods but they were beautiful. The sight made his dick hurt, and his heart.
They were kissing and touching one another all over. Ice dipped her head and sucked at a dark, small nipple. Dom trailed his fingers between her legs, parting her there and dipping between the small patch of hair to play with her clit.
Nathan pressed a hand against his aching dick.
When Dom bent his head to kiss and suck at her breasts, Ice lifted her eyes and smiled.
“I want you,” she said.
Nathan couldn’t wait to see this.
“We can’t,” Dom replied, his words strained. “Tradition says, the first time I am with you, Nathan has to be involved, too.”
What the hell? Of all the times for him to suddenly play by the rules.
Ice wrinkled her nose and frowned. “But Nathan and me…this morning we…you know?”
Dom laughed. “Yeah, I do. It’s different, sweetheart. He’s the dominant in our triad, and so he gets to call the shots about when you and I get it on.”
“What do the rules say about a little fooling around?” She raised her eyebrows. “It’s nice, what you’re doing to me with your hands, and maybe I can touch you?”
Dom grinned. “Yeah. I don’t recall a little fooling around being an issue. In fact.” He bent and kissed her neck. “I don’t recall it getting mentioned at all.”
She giggled and squirmed against him again.
Nathan enjoyed the view a hell of a lot. If Dom stopped focusing on Ice for a second, he’d sense him outside the door, but he was too lost in their mate.
Ice parted her thighs, letting them fall open. Nathan suppressed a groan at the sight of her glistening folds and Dom’s long fingers slipping through the wet. She took Dom in hand and stroked his shaft.
Mesmerizing. Oh, he’d seen Dom’s junk before. Seen him being worked by a woman before, but never by Ice. Never by their mate!
“Why don’t you come on me,” she said, then flushed.
At least he didn’t have to worry about the physical side of things. The touchy-feely stuff wouldn’t be so easy. She’d spent so long alone, he worried they’d never get her to trust them.
Dom panted, his hips thrusting to the rhythm of Ice’s hand. Her head dropped back, her neck and back arching as she cried out. Gods, Nathan loved seeing her lose it. So much so, the ache in his groin became unbearable. Not caring he seemed like the worst sort of voyeur, Nathan pulled himself free and worked his cock.
“Oh, fuck.” Dom groaned against Ice’s neck. He stilled for a moment then his cock pulsed and an impressive arc of cum laced over Ice from her belly to the top of her tits.
Nathan’s dick pulsed in sympathy and his orgasm barreled into him. He grunted, his cum spilling wet and thick over his fingers.
When it ended, he sagged against the wall, and fumbled to put himself away.
“You can come in if you want.” Dom looked to the ajar door, a smug grin painted on his too handsome face.
Nathan shook his head. Should have known Dom would sense him there.
He entered the room, stripped his clothes off, and got onto the bed with them, needing to touch. He pulled Ice into him and kissed the back of her neck. At the same time, he let his fingers trail up Dom’s arm, before giving his bicep a squeeze. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing much more than the casual touching they normally did, but the way he let his fingers linger on Dom’s skin made it different.
Dom lifted his gaze, and his blue eyes positively burned.
He’d no clue how to handle this. No idea how fast to push. The other male thought he wanted him. Go too fast and he might fuck it up, linger too long and he risked it becoming something they never did. A barrier they never felt able to cross.
Ice lifted her head slightly and looked from one to the other. Her voice came out soft and slightly slurred, as if she’d downed a glass of wine. “You’re both so gorgeous.”
Dom gave his cocky as hell grin.
“Kiss,” she demanded, and smiled, wicked and naughty.
Dom’s smirk slid from his face. Yeah, and there came his answer. Dom wasn’t ready. Nowhere near. The soft peck on the lips they’d shared in the kitchen wasn’t what she meant.
“Ice…” He needed to stop this before Dom bolted.
“Shut up, Nathan.” Dom’s voice grew gravelly and rough. He reached around Ice and pulled Nathan in. When their lips touched it wasn’t soft or hesitant. Instead, the other male demanded entry and Nathan, shocked to find himself dominated in a kiss for the first time in his long life, gave him what he needed. He opened and Dom swept in. His bonded male’s flavor exploded in his mouth, spicy and masculine.
“Lovely,” Ice sighed from below.
Their kiss turned into a flat out battle for dominance. A beautiful, glorious battle, and one Nathan didn’t give a toss about actually winning.
His dick grew hard again, and Ice gave a small hum of approval as her fingers trailed up his crotch.
Fuck! He wanted to be in her and Dom at the same time, which wasn’t possible but didn’t stop his yearning.
“I want more.” Ice licked her lips and leaned in close to him. Her insistent fingers grazed his cock.
Dom pulled his mouth from Nathan with a wet smack. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
He missed Dom’s lips instantly and nearly went after him, but Ice squirmed, doing her cat-thing, but naked this time. So he brought his lips to crash against hers, tasting her, taking her. She moaned and Dom moved closer to her, pressing into her back, his lips trailing kisses on her neck. Nathan’s gaze stayed fixed on the sight whilst he continued to take her mouth.
“Tell us, gorgeous. What do you want?” Nathan wanted her in charge. She was the one who’d cut herself off from everything for years. He and Dom were different. Whatever happened, he’d no doubt they’d work it out. Ice, he wasn’t so sure about. If he and Dom went back to nothing more than close bonded males, then so be it. It would hurt, a lot, but they’d probably stick together. After all, as a bonded pair they worked, and they knew it. Ice though? She might abscond with both their hearts, so it had to be her choice, her direction. Plus, he wanted her so fucking much, he feared he’d push far too hard if he took charge.
“I…”Ice worried at her lip. “I want you both. I also…like the thought of the two of you together.” Her cheeks flushed a deep red.
So fucking cute when she went shy this way. The hormones circulating in her body probably had her high as a kite. The urge to mate riding her hard, their matching scents and pheromones escalating her desire, but she wouldn’t understand it.
If he were a better male, an honorable male, he’d walk away. Give her time to think things through, and not let her make a decision whilst addled on hormone induced lust. But he wasn’t capable of being that honorable male, not with the way he wanted her. Truth be told, he delighted in the way his plan worked, and he’d always gone after what he wanted with single-minded determination. Once they did this though, however it happened, she’d grow more attached. The bond between the three strengthening and deepening moment by moment.
Dom trailed a finger across her cheek. “Sweetheart, right about now there’s so much crazy stuff pumping around your system, you’re probably not thinking clearly. Maybe we ought to take a timeout. Go for a dip in the pool or something, and see if you still want this afterwards?”
So…Dom played the good guy he’d never be.
“I’m a big girl, honey.” Ice put her hand over Dom’s and stopped the path of his fingers. “I’m too bloody horny to want to stop. As long as you aren’t using magic on me in some way, as long as all this
is real, then don’t you dare tell me to go take a dip in the pool.”
“Magic can’t create lust like this,” Nathan said, truthfully.
“Touch me.” Ice sighed and wriggled close to him again.
At the same time, she rubbed against Dominic, her sexy behind clearly turning him the hell on.
She didn’t need to ask twice. Nathan pulled her close, wrapped his palm around her neck and kissed the hell out of her. He plundered her mouth and let himself get high on the taste and scent of her. Suddenly, he knew exactly what he wanted.
“I’d enjoy seeing you two together. Do you like the idea?” he murmured into the shell of her ear, then nipped the lobe.
“Hmm.” She squirmed against him again. “Love the idea. But…what about you?”
“I can watch.”
“Or I can suck you.” She pulled back and licked her lush, full lips.
Hell yes, he approved. He trailed his fingers up her firm outer thigh, relishing her strength, as much a part of her beauty for him as everything else.
Dom trailed his hand over Ice’s belly, letting his fingers brush against Nathan’s stomach. Nathan’s mind went offline. Dom’s wicked fingers dipped lower, and parted her folds, baring her for Nathan’s gaze. Seeing Dom’s thick middle finger dip between her swollen folds tore a groan from his throat.
As he played with her, Dom also licked and nibbled at the back of her neck.
Nathan took one already hard nipple and squeezed it between finger and thumb, causing her to gasp.
Needing to taste skin, he bent his head to her breast. He kissed around her nipple before licking her dark areola. Another small gasp turned into a full moan when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, and scraped his teeth over the ultrasensitive flesh. He suckled her then, hard. She thrashed and held him in place. Apparently, she enjoyed it a little bit rough.
Nathan liked it, too, and his blood sang. What else did he expect from his tough fighter?
“Oh my god, Dom!” Ice squeezed her thighs around Dom’s fingers, buried deep inside her, pumping in and out.
“Use your cock.” His order came out harsh and guttural, but he found it hard to control his dominant side with both his matched mates in bed with him.
Shit! His last thought brought him up short. Did he really think of Dom the same way he did Ice? As not only his bonded male, but his mate?
“Yes, sir.” Dom laughed as he spoke, but his eyes darkened, pupils expanding.
Ice rolled on her back, her head against the edge of the bed. Nathan walked around to her. Dom parted her legs, and guided the already slick head of his cock to her entrance. The view nearly made Nathan lose it all over himself. Watching Dominic push his erection slowly into their mate blew his mind. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her head farther toward Nathan.
“Open up for me, baby.” He tapped his dick on her lips.
Ice looked up at him, and the beauty of her unique coloring hit him in the gut again. She smiled, slow and lazy, licked her lips and parted them. The moment he sank into the wet heat of her, he thanked all the gods he could think of for sending her their way. Dom set their rhythm, because each time he thrust, she sucked Nathan a little deeper.
He wouldn’t last much longer. Already, his orgasm churned in his balls, where they hung heavy and full between his legs. When Ice reached up with one hand to cup and roll them between her clever fingers, he lost it and came. She hummed happily around him as he spilled copiously into her mouth.
Dom watched, face raw with hunger, as she swallowed every drop. He pushed a hand between their bodies and flicked her clit. Ice wrapped her legs and arms around him and pulled him to her. She released Nathan’s, now over sensitized cock, and kissed Dom, who gave a grunt of surprise. His hips hitched and stilled as he came.
“Jesus fuck!” Dom said when they stopped kissing and moving. “I mean…gods alive. That was…”
“Hot?” Ice laughed as she stretched in the manner of a contented cat.
“Hot doesn’t describe it.” Dom lifted his sky-blue eyes to look directly at him. “I tasted you on her lips and tongue. I tasted you…and enjoyed it.”
His words barreled into Nathan with the force of a hurricane. He hoped one day Dom tasted him directly. For now though he contented himself with climbing onto the bed and pulling Ice between them, holding her close while Dom snuggled on her other side. Things were finally coming together.
Chapter Eleven
Ice stood in a field with burned patches of grass all around her.
In between further energetic bouts of fucking, Nathan and Dominic had taken her training up a level. Nathan faced her and smiled.
“You can do this, beautiful. Remember the emotions you felt when that bastard attacked you. Channel them.”
He held his wrist out. Ice stared at it, fear coiling inside. She might really hurt him.
As if reading her thoughts, he caressed her cheek. “You can’t hurt me. My magic can block the pain, and you need the practice.”
He pushed his arm toward her again.
With a deep breath, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist. She closed her eyes and took herself back to that bit of deserted scrub land and the horrible moments when the vile man pulled her into a clump of bushes. She called up all her fear and anger and held on to Nathan. His skin started to glow red. She tried to stop it, but it only burned brighter.
Oh no, it was happening again. She couldn’t turn it off.
“Don’t let go, Ice. Hold on a bit longer.”
Her breath came in panicked huffs.
“Okay. Listen to me.” Nathan’s voice penetrated her haze of anxiety and soothed her. She focused on what he said. “Keep holding on, but think of water. Cool and refreshing water, flowing down a mountainside. Picture it. Hear it. Smell it. Splashes of it hitting your skin, all icy and refreshing.”
As he talked, Ice focused on his words and tried to conjure up the images he provoked. Nothing changed for a short while, and when she glanced at his wrist, the red had deepened. When it seemed as if they’d both burst into flames, one of her mental images formed into something more solid. A waterfall, rushing over rocks and stones, it grew in strength until she swore she heard the roar; felt it soothing-cool upon her skin. The bright glow died away until nothing remained.
Nathan laughed and said, “You did it. Now you understand how to turn it off. You’ll eventually do so at will. Before you let your fire to the surface, with enough practice.”
She didn’t have long left here at the settlement, only a day or two before she had to return to her life, start training, and get ready for the championship. As she focused on the place she’d spent so long working to reach, it suddenly didn’t seem as important anymore.
Not able to think about leaving without a sick sensation in the pit of her belly, she pushed the thought away.
Unable to stand the unfamiliar anxiety she focused her all on trying to master her magic.
“This time practice on the grass.” Nathan pointed to the ground. “Place your hands on the ground, and let your fire build.”
“What if I set the whole field alight?”
He pulled her to him and brushed a whisper soft kiss over her lips. “I can turn it off.”
“Okay,” she acquiesced.
She once more dredged up the painful memories, until she sensed the familiar build of the heat deep in her body. Hands to the grass she let the stalks burn. Wow! It felt powerful to control something as elemental as fire. Once the flames started to lick higher, she called forth her waterfall. Holding her palms over the grass, she focused on damping down the fire. Moments later, it went out.
“Oh, my!” She squealed and jumped in the air, clapping her hands in joy.
Nathan grabbed her in a fierce hug. “Yes, you did it. I knew you could.”
“Honestly?”
“Ice. I sense you are a powerful dragon. You may be latent but your magic is strong. I have so much faith in you.”
His words t
ouched her, soul deep. Having someone believe in her so completely warmed her heart.
“Hopefully, you’ll soon be at the point where you can stop it at will, in a second. The next stage is to call it up on command the moment you need it. Quick and efficient.” Nathan snapped his fingers. “On, off, like a switch.”
Ice grinned. She loved finally seeing a way to take charge of her power and loved how Dom and Nathan were the ones who gave her this gift. Truly, the best present she’d ever received. Without the fear of her strange talent, she’d be free to open up more. Live properly and fully participate in the world. At this, her brow furrowed and she bit her bottom lip. Which world? That became her million dollar question. Where did she want to be? Back at home in her small flat with her okay, but not amazing, editing career, and her fighting? She’d only one true friend, and other than her parents, no family.
Or did she want to be here? Amongst her people. She grew closer to Dom and Nathan each day, and her attraction to them burned stronger with the passing minutes. She also began to like them…a lot. Dom made her laugh and they shared a fondness for video games. Nathan shared her love of books and exercise. They went running together, and he’d sparred with her once, which Dom informed her showed how much he wanted to make her welcome. Females didn’t fight with males, but she’d wanted it and so Nathan made it happen.
“I’m exhausted.” She rolled her shoulders and turned off her internal dialogue. Tired of her mental toing and froing on the subject. “I fancy a warm bath.”
They walked down the hill toward home. Once there, Nathan filled the tub for her, before heading off in search of Dominic. She grabbed her music dock and placed it on the counter, selected Norah Jones and pressed play. Norah’s smoky voice echoed around the tiled room, and Ice stripped and climbed into the warm water with a groan.
She dozed in the bath, letting the mellow music soothe her, along with the rose scented water. Teresa had given her a bottle of rose oil as a gift the other day, and Ice adored the smell. After a while, the water cooled and her skin started to prune. She clambered out and wrapped a fluffy towel around her body. Her sex felt swollen and achy as she patted herself dry.
Flight of Dragons Page 29
