Page 100 of Silent Jay

I swallowed Tyson’s tip, with Og dipping his fingers under my borrowed shorts and between my legs, making me gasp and ease my thighs further apart.

Although I didn’t hear Rehan answer, a second calloused palm slid under the material, dipping toward my sex. My pussy sang, and hope filled my heart.

“Just touching,” Tyson growled, glaring behind me.

Instead of turning to see their response, I sat up and pulled my shirt off. My hard nipples caught on the fabric, bouncing as I exposed them. The fire prince’s gaze honed in on my chest, and I bit my bottom lip. Only one fact remained a constant in my thousand years alive. Boobies would always be the best way to distract a man. I shimmied up Tyson’s abs, and he cupped my breasts, filling his face with them before I pulled away and tied the green fabric over his eyes.

He filled his hands with my breasts, rubbing circles on my nipples. Sensation rushed down my body, aching pleasure I’d imagined over and over since waking up on this island. I leaned into it, wanting more, before remembering I had a job to do. I slipped back down Tyson’s body. The two at my backside removed my shorts.

“Look at my tree!” Og whispered.

Rehan grunted.

I didn’t know I could blush with a face full of dick, but these dragons were teaching me a lot about myself.

Rehan palmed my ass, right where Og’s mark was, before helping himself to handful of my hip. Og slid his hand between my legs, touching everything but my clit. My body sang for them as they explored everything they hadn’t been able to touch.

Before Tyson pulled another trick, I blew on his twitching dick and swirled it back into my mouth. The fire dragon groaned and fisted my hair, definitely not going anywhere.

I stuck my ass as high in the air as I could get it and wiggled. My two mates at my back got the message and slid their hands between my thighs. Rehan’s warmer, rough digits opposite Og’s cool, light fingers. I spread my legs further, loving the difference as they finger fucked me until I shook.

“Feck, Wiggles.” Tyson moaned. “Feck, how deep can you go.”

I took a deep breath, pleasure blanking my usually overactive mind, and focused on the dick in my mouth. In the future, sex could be all about me, maybe. But for now, I needed Tyson to stay mindless. I relaxed the back of my throat and went down on Tyson hard and fast, swallowing his length down to its base.

Tyson jerked, pulling my hair and moaning while I wiggled my ass again. It was time. Past time.

We needed to know. Someone needed to get inside me before I finished Tyson.

“You won her in The Hunt. You marked her first,” Og said. “Get in there for Science.”

For science!

The internet has broken both of you.

Yeessss.

Rehan slid between my legs and pressed on my lower back before plunging his thick shaft deep into me. I pulled off Tyson, unable to concentrate as the water dragon’s heat filled and stretched my neglected sex. I shuddered, my inner lips fluttering around him. He pulled out and did it again. Sparks flew behind my eyes.

“Feck, Wiggles, don’t stop.” Tyson pushed my head down, and I sucked in a breath before bobbing up and down on the fire prince in time to Rehan’s motions.

The water dragon’s grunts mixed with dissonant jazz harmonies bouncing off the cave walls. Og shimmied under my hips and locked his lips on my clit. I lost myself, melting into a ball of putty as my body thrummed and my orgasm built.

Tyson released my hair, only to place a hand on each side of my head, his six-pack bunched. “Fecking take your magic from me, baby.” Jizz swelled his dick before it exploded in my mouth, adding a salty tang to the decadent dessert. I greedily swallowed it down.

Og clamped down on my clit as Rehan grunted and swelled. The combination pushed me over the edge, sending my body into spasms of sensation. My climax stormed through me, turning the world white. I barely had time to enjoy it before Tyson ripped my tube top off his face.

His flushed cheeks and wide smile transformed into a scowl when he noticed Rehan still seated in me. He shot out from under me, forcing Og and Rehan to rush back or get shocked.

I blinked, having gone from surrounded by muscly dragon hotness to nothing. “Squeak.”

“Did it work?” Rehan asked, his voice lost in the swell of the music.

Tyson snarled. “It better have. Turn that fecking crap off, Og.”

Og, not Ogden. Maybe they’ll learn to get along.

Maybe pigs fly.

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