by Lili Zander
Sofia’s cheeks heat up. “And, on that note, I’m out of here.”
“Already? What’s your rush?”
“Rorix and Ferix are taking me out.”
“Oh, where?”
She blushes even harder. “I don’t know,” she murmurs, not meeting our eyes.
Her expression gives her away. “You guys are going to have sex, aren’t you?” Because of the Draekon fever, Sofia’s two mates lost their memories of being mated. The three of them have had sex before, but Rorix and Ferix don’t remember. On their second go-around, they’ve been dating, but judging from the color of Sofia’s face, tonight’s the big night.
Sofia gets to her feet, looking mortified. “I refuse to dignify that with an answer. See you later, ladies.”
We watch her practically run out of there. Yeah, she’s totally doing it tonight.
4
Sofia
“This way, Sofia.” Ferix’s fingers dance down my back as he guides me down the empty city street. I give him a smile before heading the way he directs, secretly wishing he’d give me more than a ghost of a touch.
The ladies think Ferix and Rorix are taking me somewhere to have sex. God, I hope so.
It’s been weeks since Ferix and Rorix woke from a coma. The cure brought them back to life, but it came with a price: their memory. All the time we spent together, everything about our relationship, gone. Since they’ve woken up, we’ve been seeing each other, but we’re taking it slow.
Too slow. I was a virgin before they claimed me, and now that I know how amazing sex can be, I want more. Lots more. I waited years to have sex, and now it’s time to make up for lost time.
He winks at me, and I almost trip. Gah. Rorix catches me before I fall on my face. “Are you alright?” he asks, and I assure him I’m fine. I can hardly tell him I’m so wound up that I can’t walk straight. I need to get it together.
We’re taking it slow. I can do slow.
“This is the place.” Ferix stops in front of a narrow door. The Draekons have to duck to enter, but inside there’s plenty of room. They straighten, and we walk into a small atrium, where a service bot greets us. I’ve seen a few of the waist-high robots in the last few weeks, but every time I see one, it still takes me by surprise.
“Wait here,” Ferix stops me with a murmur. “I will see if everything is ready.” Before he leaves, he squeezes my arm, his fingertips brushing the side of my breast. My body responds instantly, my inner muscles clenching. I bite my lip. This is nuts. I’m so horny, I’m responding to the barest touch.
While Ferix interacts with the service bot, Rorix turns me gently to face him.
“What is wrong, Sofia?”
“Oh, nothing.” At his raised eyebrow, I bluster on. “I was just thinking about how less than a year ago I was on Earth, and now I’m in an alien city hanging out with two hotties who can turn into dragons.” I shrug. “Life comes at you fast.”
“I’m grateful you are here,” he says, and I sigh. Such a sweet sentiment, but he sounds so formal. He raises my hand and kisses my knuckles. My insides melt. Since waking from a coma, my mates have been perfect gentlemen.
I wish they could remember how they were before they took the cure. Yes, they were wild and untamed, and sometimes it was scary, but their passion for me was off the charts. I was their obsession. After a career-focused life, one in which I had no time for men or dating, it was a heady experience.
Still, I have nothing to complain about. I have my mates, and our courtship is full of wonderfully sweet moments. Soon we’ll sleep together. I wonder if they’ll be as careful and courteous as they’ve acted on our dates, or if the wild creature inside them will take over, turning our mating into something raw and passionate.
God, I hope so. I want to make love. I want the sweetness. But deep down, in a secret corner of my heart, I want another taste of that out-of-control, burning passion, when they claimed me like I was theirs, a missing piece of their soul.
I want that mindless, intense desire again. I want them to take control. I want them to wreck me in that perfect way that makes me whole.
As if he knows the carnal turn my thoughts have taken, Rorix gives me a wicked grin. Shifting his grip to my wrist, he bites my knuckles gently. And for the second time today, my knees wobble and almost give way.
He catches me, his eyes crinkled with mischief. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Does he know what he’s doing? “Fine, fine,” I pant and fan my face with a hand. “Is it hot in here? I think it’s kind of hot.” I tug at the neck of my shirt and his eyes snap to my collarbone and the extra inch of exposed skin above my breasts. For a moment, I glimpse the old Rorix, a powerful creature with hunger written on his face. It startles me so I drop my hand. Another second, and his expression smooths, his face returns to the calm-yet-teasing look he was giving me before. My heart beats faster, and I swallow, my skin heating. For a few seconds, Rorix wanted more. I don’t think I was imagining it.
I’ve been trying to seduce my Draekons by going on dates with them and waiting for them to make the first move, all the while hoping for a sign of their old passion. But maybe they’re reigning themselves in, waiting for me to initiate. Maybe I’ve been going about this all wrong.
Before I can test my theory, Ferix returns. “Ready, Sofia?”
“Yes,” I say a little too loudly. My voice echoes around the tiled atrium.
With a soft chuckle, Rorix shifts his grip so he’s holding my hand again. Ferix takes my other hand, and together we pass through another doorway.
Inside, my eyes adjust to the dim light. The room is much larger than the atrium, warm and humid. The floor and walls are tiled with a shimmery marble, a muted mother of pearl effect.
Ferix leads me to the center. “Do you like it?”
I spin in a circle. “It’s beautiful.”
“Indeed,” Ferix murmurs. He and Rorix are both looking at me.
“What is this place?” My voice echoes off the iridescent walls. I start towards the structure in the center of the room and Ferix catches my hand. “Careful,” he says, pointing to a raised row of dark stones. “These are hot.”
Before I can ask why there are hot stones on the floor, Rorix lifts a bucket and carries it over. He pours water over the tiles, sending up a puff of herbal scented steam.
Oh, now I know what this is. “A spa? You brought me to a spa?”
“We call it a bathhouse,” Ferix says. “Do you like it?”
“I want to live here forever.”
Both Ferix and Rorix laugh at my fervent tone. “We wanted to bring you someplace special,” Ferix continues. “To thank you.”
“Thank me?” His words don’t sit right. Gratitude is all nice and good, but, like Rorix earlier, he sounds so formal. Like he’s thanking a business partner or a friend. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“But we wish to. In fact, we wish to do more.”
More? I like the sound of that.
“We owe you our lives.” Rorix takes a step towards me. “Words cannot express how grateful we are.” Another step. “So perhaps we should show you.”
“Show me?” I shift from foot to foot. The way Rorix looks at me, the way he paces toward me—I feel like he’s hunting me.
“Yes.” He’s close enough to touch, looming over me, his grin all teeth and pointed edges. Wicked. “Show you. Tell me, Sofia,” he whispers, his lips dipping to mine, sending a thrill through me. “Do you crave us as we crave you?”
“Yes.” Oh God, yes. I push up to my tiptoes with as much effort as I can muster, meeting his mouth in a hungry kiss. His lips lock onto mine, burning, searing, branding. He breaks the kiss, and I gasp as his teeth nibble my jaw and my neck. I feel it right between my legs. My hands scramble over his shoulders, grasping and tugging him. I surge forward, and he catches me, chuckling, even as I try to rub myself against his hard body.
“Gently, easy,” he says.
“Now,” I growl back a
nd try to jump his bones.
“Sofia.” He strokes my arm. “We want to go slowly.”
Thwarted. “Okay.” I gulp a lungful of air. “How do we do that?”
He laughs. I rock against him harder, and he holds me tight. “Don’t move,” he commands.
“It’s been so long,” I whisper back. “I need you. I thought you might not—”
“Feel me,” he says, planting my hips firmly against his, his voice tight with desire. “Feel my need.”
Yep. That’s a lot of need.
My hands scrabble at his shirt. I need to be skin to skin with him, now.
“Sofia,” he laughs as I whip his shirt over his head. “Slow down. We have time.”
“We brought you here to relax,” Ferix interjects.
“Sex is relaxing,” I blurt out.
Ferix stalks toward me with a grin. “Yes.” He brushes my cheek, and I turn into his touch. “But I agree with Rorix. We are making a new memory. We don’t know what we lost, but we have seen the pain in your face and know you miss what we had.”
“We will give it to you again,” Rorix murmurs. “I swear it.”
I take a deep breath. I want them, desperately. I don’t need to be seduced. Being with them is memorable enough.
But Rorix and Ferix clearly want to give me something special. “All right,” I agree, and let my hands fall to my sides. “Go slow. Make memories. Got it.”
Rorix’s eyes flash with heat. “First we undress.”
Excellent idea. I start to strip off my shirt, and a big hand stops me. “Let me?” Ferix says. I nod and face him. Slowly he peels up my top, raw need in his eyes as my bare skin comes into view. He unwraps me like a present.
“Now the oils.” Rorix comes forward holding an earthenware jug. He pours out a handful of the golden oil. It’s lightly scented, and I remember how Romans used oils to clean themselves in their bathhouses.
Rorix hands the jug to Ferix and approaches me with a grin. “We must rub the oils into every inch of your skin.” Typical male, he goes straight for my breasts. Not that I’m complaining. His hand rubs large soothing circles on my back as he caresses my chest.
I smile up at him. “Every inch, huh?”
“Oh yes,” he rasps, gliding his fingers over my bare bottom. My breath hitches as he gently dips into the cleft. I can’t help pushing my legs wider.
“Does this feel good?” His thumb swirls over my core.
“Yes.” I can barely get the word out.
“Let me help.” Ferix places his hands on my hips and turns me to him. Rorix continues rubbing my bottom slowly. I don’t know if we’re going all the way tonight, but I’m up for anything.
“We must make sure you are properly attended to,” Rorix says. His thumbs circle my erect nipples, and I shiver, looking up at him.
“Cold?” Ferix leaves to pour more water over the hot coals. Steam swirls in the room, pulling me into a private world inhabited only by the three of us.
Their massage continues until my whole body glows inside and out. I sway on my feet, a silent, slow dance with two partners.
Rorix backs me to the side of the pool so I can sit on the broad ledge. Dipping close, he kisses me. His right hand slips between my legs, finding the sweet spot that makes me shiver and stroking me to a frenzy. His left hand steadies me on the back of my neck, holding me still when I squirm away. It reminds me of the times he and Ferix claimed me when they had the fever. They were insatiable, dominant and commanding, and I loved every minute of it.
His touches become bolder, penetrating the silky folds, awakening a pulsing desire in my core. I twitch and moan, and he doesn’t let up, his smile growing wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at my helpless writhing.
Please, “I whisper. The teasing continues, and I repeat, louder. “Please. I need you.” If we don’t have sex right now, this very instant, I’m going to scream.
I’m covered in scented oil, my skin as shimmery as the tiles on the wall. The steam warms and relaxes me. My limbs are loose, my body open and ready for whatever my mates have planned.
“You knew this would happen,” I mumble, half-drunk on the pleasurable sensations swimming through me. “You planned this.”
Their grins tell me the truth.
“We didn’t want to rush things,” Ferix says. “We wanted you to be ready.”
“I can’t believe this. I’ve been going crazy, giving you time.”
Rorix inches closer. “If you wished to be with us, you had only to ask.”
I grab his shoulders. “I’m not asking. I’m telling. I want you.”
Another wicked smile. “Then make us ready.” And he hands me the pot of oil.
They don’t need me to get them ready; they’re hard and erect. But now that I have permission to explore, I’m not above copping a feel. I practically climb into Rorix’s lap, running my hands over his broad shoulders, feeling the taut slopes of his muscles. I slide my fingers lower and spend endless minutes stroking his cock, until his hips are bucking and he’s groaning, a male sound of need that sends a thrill through me.
He catches my shoulders and claims my mouth. I straddle him and roll my hips slowly against him, grinding myself against his cock, trying to satisfy the ache in my center. No more nice Sofia. Let him feel what I feel. Let him burn as I burn.
My little lap dance tease works—too well. With a growl, Rorix jerks me back and flips me over onto all fours. A large hand spanks my ass. I yelp, and he grabs my hair, tugging me back into his groin. His hands drop to my hips, and he steadies me against his thick erection. His head probes my slick folds, and I groan.
“Is this what you want?” He has his cock in hand now, spanking my clit with its turgid length. Fuck that feels good.
“Yes,” I moan and try to push back. I want—no, I need—him inside me.
He smacks my ass again. Still rough and wild. My Draekons will never be tamed.
I don’t want them to be.
“Mine,” he rumbles as he teases my clit with the head of his erection. Shivers run up my legs and spine, and my pussy throbs.
“Yes,” I agree, pushing back against him. He nudges my knees wider, lifts my hips. Positions me. My skin erupts in goosebumps. I’m on all fours, ready, aching, and he’s pressing in. Finally.
“This is the beginning,” he says, pausing a moment before filling me with one awesome, deep thrust. It burns beautifully. He buries himself in me and holds still, letting me writhe against him and adjust to his girth. Fuck, it feels so good. It’s been so long.
“Show me how to touch you,” he orders. I reach down and guide his fingers to the spot just to the left of my clit. The head of his cock drags against all the right spots inside me, and my body lights up like a Christmas tree. Like a city, filled with a thousand bright points of pleasure.
Ferix kneels in front of me, his large hand working his thick, beautiful cock. His bronze skin seems to glow in the half-light. “Are you ready, Sofia? Are you ready for us to claim you together?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
Rorix drives into me from behind, hitting a spot deep inside me. I go limp with pleasure. Ferix fists his hand in my hair and tugs my head back.
It’s pretty obvious what he wants.
My mouth finds his cock, but my blowjob is pretty half-hearted. I’m too distracted by Rorix’s thrusts. Pleasure builds inside me, and my insides tighten and clench.
“Sofia,” Ferix growls, his hands tightening in my hair. Rorix spanks my butt until I’m sucking Ferix’s cock with more fervor.
I’m not the one who’s lost her memories, but this is way, way hotter than I remember.
My tongue swirls around Ferix’s length. I suck in my cheeks and bob my head over his cock, my fingers closing around his base. “Enough,” he gasps and pulls out of my mouth with a pop.
Good to know I can still push him to the edge.
As I catch my breath, Rorix pushes me forward, stroking my back gently. His thrusts slow and
stop as his fingers dip between my ass cheeks to toy with the sensitive rim of my anus. I bow my head, shivering a little. I know what he wants.
He pulls out of my pussy, and I feel his cock between my ass cheeks. A frisson of panic scurries through me, then I force myself to relax. Even when the two of them were in the grip of the Draekon fever, they never once hurt me. I trust my mates.
Ferix kneels closer, his hands playing with my breasts as the huge Draekon behind me pushes into my ass, inch by inch. “Breathe, Sofia,” he reminds me.
I do, and Rorix slides in further. His cock fills me, and I teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure. Ferix tugs my nipples, and I tip over the edge, firmly on the side of pleasure. The pressure in my ass turns into something good, something wicked but delicious.
Rorix wraps a hard arm under my breasts and bows me backward. Ferix inches closer and Rorix lifts me.
“So pretty.” Ferix’s fingers glide over my swollen pussy, his touch teasing, making me ache for more.
“Please,” I beg.
His grin sharpens. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“With pleasure.” Lifting my leg higher, he angles his cock at my pussy and slides right in. I’m soaking wet and already stretched, but it’s still overwhelming, two cocks impaling me. My legs tremble, and every nerve ending lights up. My whole body focuses on the shift and slide of my mates’ cocks inside me.
They go slow, their hands massaging every inch of my skin, distracting me from the overwhelming stretch until I’m rocking between them, desperate for more touch, more stimulation, more something, I don’t know what.
“Shhh,” Ferix soothes, and I realize the whimpering, keening noise is coming from my throat. I tug at his shoulders, kissing the sharp edges of his tattoos, wordlessly begging for what I need. Their thrusts, their controlled violence, their single-minded claiming of my body. Their tender whispers and gentle hands and violent thrusts. I need it all.
Slowly, too slowly, they begin to move. I thrash between them, crying for more. Their hands seem to burn a path down my skin, and a roaring fills my ears. Their bodies writhe against me, their thrusts growing more forceful. The dragons unleashed.
