Page 41 of Power of Draken

"You're already so hot and swollen," he murmurs approvingly. "I can feel how badly you need to be touched.”

“Your body knows exactly what it needs, even if your mind hasn't caught up yet,” Kyrian adds.

Logan’s fingers circle my entrance, teasing, before slowly pushing inside. I gasp at the foreign intrusion, but there is no pain, only an unexpected jolt of pleasure that makes my walls flutter around him.

"That’s it," he coaxes. "Let me make you feel good." He crooks his finger, stroking along my inner walls and sending sparks of pleasure racing through my core.

Kyrian's mouth continues to work magic on my breasts, tongue flicking over the sensitive peaks. He laves attention on one, then the other, keeping me arching and gasping beneath him.

Logan adds a second finger inside me and, before I can fully register that it’s happened, adds his thumb to the mix, focusing it on the sensitive bundle of nerves at my apex. He is pumping his fingers now, circling and stroking until I'm writhing beneath his ministrations. Just as the tension starts to crest, he pulls back, denying me release. I whimper in protest.

"Shh, I've got you," Logan soothes, “I know you are aching. Hang on just a little longer.”

Logan's fingers return, thrusting deep inside me with renewed purpose. He curls them just right, rubbing that special spot within me over and over until I'm seeing stars. His thumb presses firmly against my apex, circling the sensitive nub in time with the pumping of his fingers. Every touch sets off a cascade of sensations that make me feel as if I’m rising higher and higher over a gaping abyss.

Meanwhile, Kyrian's wicked mouth continues to worship my breasts. He suckles one aching nipple between his lips as he rolls and tugs the other between his fingertips. Sharp zings of pleasure shoot straight to my sex with every flick of his tongue, every pinch and pull.

The dual sensations are too much to bear. I writhe, pulling on my arms. My wrists are trapped in Logan’s grip though, making it impossible to escape the errotic assault on my senses. My vision is a blur of a starlit sky, two perfectly sculpted men, and a haze of desire. Logan circles the swollen hood around my engorged bud, his rough callus scraping mercilessly against too sensitive skin. Oh gods. Gods. My inner walls clench around Logan's fingers as he works them faster, harder, pushing me beyond the brink of what I can bear.

Pleasure so intense that it borders on pain builds and builds, coiling tighter in my core.

"That's it Ro," Logan urges, his voice rough with arousal. "Let it go. Come for me, rabbit."

His words are my undoing. I shatter, my body convulsing with the force of my release. Wave after wave of intense, mind-numbing ecstasy crashes over me as Logan continues working my apex, extending my climax. Just when I dare think I can breathe, Kyrian nips my hard nipple. I come again instantly, my back bowing off the ground.

I'm only vaguely aware of their soothing touches and murmured praises as I float back down from the most powerful orgasm of my life. My first with something beyond my own hand. Logan gently withdraws his fingers, making me whimper at the loss. Kyrian presses soft kisses across my chest.

"Breathe, chaos," Kyrian says in that low sensual voice that I’m coming to love. "You did so well. Take a little break. You’ve earned it.”

My body stills, and I feel my eyes widening in shock. “A… break? You mean…”

A savage little grin spreads over Kyrian’s face, his perfect teeth flashing in the starlight. “I mean that we aren’t done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

Chapter 20

Kyrian

Iwant to be Rowan's first. I want it more than I've wanted anything in a long time, even if I know that this evening is nothing but a one-time thing. Not a casual hookup, because anything with Rowan is anything but casual, but it's physical. Her body wants me, I can feel the strum of the rising arousal as she recovers from Logan's hand, but that's as deep as it goes. And honestly, I'm grateful for whatever she is willing to share.

I give Logan a quick once over, to assure myself I'm not about to start a brawl by taking this away from him, but he's already given Rowan one release, and Kai had kissed her first. I can take this one thing. Plus, Kai isn't here, and Logan only takes his partners from behind, where their hands won't roam the scars along his body. Neither of us wants to turn Rowan over and miss one moment of watching her face as she discovers what pleasure should truly feel like.

Rowan deserves to have pleasure, and it makes my blood boil to think of how she'd been denied over and over, until she doesn't even think it's possible. I know that once this charade is over and we take her over the wards into Flurry, she will hate us all. But maybe this one thing couldhelp balance the cosmic scales. Not truly. Not all the way, but just a tiny fraction.

I reach over my back and strip off my shirt, watching Rowan's gaze widen as she takes in my lean body. Then I strip her top off, with only slightly less speed, running my hands over her ribs and breasts. I want her excited and aroused, but not afraid. I have to take it slow. Let her get used to my touch and movements so she can focus on her sensations.

"Don't worry lass, you'll be warm enough," I promise at the protest that I can already see forming on her face. "You are beautiful. Your neck, your breasts, this glorious softness that hugs you down to your hips." I run my hands over each body part as I mention it, slipping down the tops of her pants that I undo without looking away from her face. "The curve of your hips is perfect," I run my palms over the outside of her legs as I ease her pants down, Logan‘s right there to help me along until Rowan is suddenly very naked. "Your inner thighs. And this here," I put my hand over her mound, cupping it with my fingers. "This is one of your most beautiful features. And it's wet. Deliciously wet. It liked Logan's attention but I think it's ready for something else now. What do you think?"

I pause and Rowan swallows. The truth is written in every line of her hungry gaze yet she is still afraid to say it. Logan shifts over toward Rowan's head, and adjusts his hold on her arms. I nod my approval to him. I don't want our girl worried about having to do anything, about doing something wrong. Not that she could, but she doesn't know that. So we are going to make it easy. We're going to let her do nothing but feel and enjoy.

"What do you think?" I ask again. "Are you hot and wet and needy for something here?" I insert two fingers into her channel and circle her apex with my thumb. This time Rowan gasps and arches, her hips seeking out more contact with me. That's perfect. Exactly what I want to see. But I want to hear it too. I pump in and out of her a few times and start to withdraw.

Rowan whimpers.

I raise a brow. "Tell me what you want."

"I want... more," Rowan whispers, and Logan rewards the brave lass by taking her mouth with deep claiming strokes that are making me envious of him all over again.

I add a third finger inside Rowan, her juices dripping all over my hand as I move inside her and tease the enlarged hood around her apex. "More like this?" I ask.

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