Page 99 of Beautiful Beast

Searing heat pooled between my legs. Pleasure that had my back bowing off the bed and arching into their mouths. I’d never felt anything like that before. “Did you just breathe fire on me?”

With one long, slow stroke of his tongue, Sirrus came back to me. “An experiment. Now that I know you’re fireproof.”

His flames beneath my legs had made that happen. Oh, fucking stars, that would change everything.

But now he was there, the length of him hard and pressing at my entrance. I swallowed. “I’m told it hurts.”

“It might.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “But not forever.”

Endre laid beside me, tangling our fingers and turning my face to kiss me. “I should have known. When we couldn’t bear the thought of your harmed, I should have known.”

Zovai ran a hand over my hair, silent, but there was such love on his face…

“Eyes on me, Princess.”

Ice blue flooded my vision as Sirrus pressed in. The fullness stole my breath, and it did hurt. Not like I thought it might. A stretching and a tightness that had me gasping. My eyes closed, and suddenly Sirrus’s lips were at my ear. “Breathe with me, Lena. I’ve got you.”

I couldn’t speak. It was never going to work. It was never going to fit. He was too large, and it hurt and?—

He slid in deeper. Like the tightness in my core had eased to let him deeper. There was no breaking or shattering. No tearing like my grandmother had told me.

“Stars.” I choked on the word.

“A little more,” he murmured.

I reached, my hands gripping his shoulders. “There’s more?”

The rich sound of his chuckle was musical. The world seemed starry and bright even with my eyes closed. Like I’d drunk too much wine. Like I couldn’t tell up from down.

Sirrus moved, and that fullness grew. It was impossible. Impossible to be so full of him like this. Every rock of his hips eased him a little deeper, and he gripped my thigh, lifting it so—I gasped as he slid the rest of the way. His hips pressed against mine. There was nowhere left for him to go. I couldn’t take a full breath.

“Fuck, Princess.” Sirrus groaned as Endre kissed the back of my hand.

“I don’t know what to do now.”

Zovai turned my face to his. “Nothing. You’re not going to do anything but rest for a moment.” He smiled a little. “We have to be gentle with our mate if we want to fuck her the way we’ve been imagining.”

My mouth went dry. “What have you imagined?”

“The better question would be to ask what we have not imagined,” Sirrus said. “I want to devour you on every surface. I want my tongue on every inch of your skin. I want you to taste my cock and I want you to come screaming so loud as I fuck you the whole city hears you. And those are only the thoughts I’ve had in the last few moments.”

He kissed me, sliding his arms beneath me so I was entirely cradled by him, inside and out. It still felt hard to breathe, but it was getting easier, my body relaxing under their attention. “Does this mean we’re mated?” I asked.

“You are our mate,” Endre said. “But no, this is not becoming mated.”

“How do we do that?”

Sirrus laughed and rocked his hips, making me gasp at the new sensation. It didn’t hurt, exactly. Everything felt more sensitive than it had ever been. Entirely different from their mouths on me. It didn’t feel good either, but I could tell it might. Like a flicker of light hovering at the edges of my vision.

“We must mark you,” Zovai said. “In our dragon forms. But I, for one, want to take my time with that. Tonight I am not patient.”

“You all seem very patient.”

Zovai pinned my wrist to the bed and kissed the inside of it, drawing a trail all the way down to my elbow. Slowly. “I am one movement away from snapping, Princess. The only thing stopping any of us is the desire to make you feel good. I do not want my mate in pain.”

Moving his hips again, Sirrus tested. It was—I shook my head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

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