Page 68 of Dragon Awakened

Malik gives my nipple a harder tweak. "I never imagined it would be like this, either."

His tattoos ripple with energy, and I squeeze down around the emptiness in my pussy. Shifting to the side, I press my mouth to his, gazing into his eyes. While he's had me plenty of times and in plenty of ways, alongside my other mates and alone, I have yet to take on more than one man at a time with him.

Malik was always the most resistant to sharing. But based on the sheer hunger in his gaze, he's more than ready to give it a try now.

Jianyu steps away for a moment, only to return with the little bottle of lube we picked up at some point along the way. In a show of just how far the two of them have come in terms of working together as a team, he drips a generous puddle of it into Rafe's waiting hand. Rafe pulls his fingers free, but when they return, they're warm and slick and probing relentlessly into my deepest places.

I whine against the discomfort of the intrusion, but my body knows how to do this now. How to open up for my mates; how to trust them and let them in.

"That's it," Rafe breathes. "Good girl."

My breathing ramps up even further, the panting noises coming out of me rising in pitch.

Even as he opens up my ass to be fucked, my pussy is gaping and unfilled. "Someone," I babble, shifting restlessly against Rafe's invasion. "I need--"

"I know," Malik growls. He slips hot fingers into my dripping opening. His thumb finds my clit, and I cry out with pleasure, but it's not enough.

I shake my head. "More--please--"

"Be still, beloved," Malik commands, and I might have a miniature orgasm just from the deep timber of his voice.

I look up at him with wide eyes, my mouth hanging open and my body on fire. The cool liquid of his magic soothes the burning ache as he presses his fingers in deeper before letting them slide out.

He makes eye contact with Rafe. Rafe relents for a moment, holding still, and I tremble, scarcely breathing, utterly at their mercy.

They don't let me down.

With absolute confidence, Malik maneuvers me into his arms. His enormous length grazes my abdomen, and I shift my hips, desperate to get him inside me. I need his thick cock, need to feel him thrusting deep into me, need him...

"Malik," I whine.

"Shh." He settles back into the bed as if he has all the time in the world, while I'm spiraling into a panic attack born of pure sexual frustration.

I allow myself to be moved right along with him. I end up astride his muscular thighs, hovering over his gorgeous cock, and I try to sink down on it, but the angle isn't right. Groaning, I try again, my tight breasts scraping against his pecs, but his hands are iron on my hips. He kisses me, slow and irresistible, pulling the breath from my lungs.

Only then does he take himself in hand and line himself up. I rub my swollen clit all over the fat crown of his cock before shifting forward. I could cry for relief when his cockhead nudges up against my opening, his tip parting my slick, swollen folds.

"Go on, then," he encourages me.

When I slide down onto him, it's like coming home.

And it doesn't matter that I rode Storm to oblivion mere minutes before. The stretch of Malik's perfect cock blinds me, filling me to completion, only I still need more.

"Rafe," I groan into Malik's mouth.

"Greedy," he teases, but he's moaning as he rubs his lube-soaked fingers all over my rear opening.

When he presses inward this time, it's even more intense. I'm already so full from Malik's cock, but I know I can do this. I rock on Malik and will myself to open for Rafe, and it's so good, feeling them both.

"Fucking hell," Storm breathes.

Jianyu skates a hand over my side, kneeling on the bed beside me. "Just wait," he says darkly.

"Come here." I pull at Jianyu, dragging him closer. His enormous cock is painfully hard, dripping at the tip, and I drool with desire. I get a hand around his girth and give it a slow stroke.

"Ember," he groans.

"Come here," I repeat.

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