Page 101 of Tempting Her Dragons

Being watched by one mate while the other fucked me isn’t something I thought would turn me on. The pull oozes through my body as King presses harder and twines his pinky with mine. Maverick’s eyes are locked with mine, his color brightening as he watches my reactions. He leans closer, his lips grazing mine, once, twice, before taking my mouth. The orgasm races through me and I cry out, the noise swallowed when Maverick twines his tongue with mine.

“Fuck,” King grits out as I tighten around him. “You feel so fucking good. Take my come.” Mav breaks the kiss and King comes, the warmth of it filling me. “Yes,” he hisses, looking down at where we are joined. He slows and savors our connection. His eyes rise as he stops, and I see his dragon. “Maverick, fuck our mate so we can mark her,” he rumbles.

My eyes widen and King pulls out, moving our arms and settling beside me. Maverick gets between my thighs, licks his lips while he looks down, stroking his cock, balancing on his knees. I inhale sharply at the erotic sight, and my breath stalls when he glides inside.

“Damn, baby,” he whispers. “You’re so tight and hot.” He doesn’t waste time, taking me fast and deep. Unbelievably, the pressure starts to build again. I have never had more than one orgasm in a matter of minutes; I didn’t think it was possible.

“So hot,” King says against my breast. “Firefly, you take your mates so well.” His mouth sucks my nipple, and his tongue twirls.

“I can’t,” I whimper, their claiming overwhelming me.

“Yes, you can,” Mav says, tilting my hips with his free hand. “You were made for your two mates.” How will I do anything else but love on my dragons?

“I love your tits,” King says, caressing them with his tongue. His hand cups the other, squeezing in time with Maverick’s movements. “My dragon is eager to mark you.”

“You need to get there, baby,” Maverick says, his jaw ticking. “This pussy is too sweet, and watching my brother fuck you was too much.” His thumb presses against my clit and I jerk.

“Please,” I pant, not knowing what I’m asking for.

“Do you want to complete the bond?” Maverick asks harshly.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Are you ready to be mated to your two mates?” King asks, hovering over my chest.

“I am,” I swear, and the light in the room brightens.

“Do you want to be tied to us for all time?” Maverick asks.

“Yes, Maverick, Kingston.” My skin flares with flames, and my dragon watches from my eyes.

“Come, baby,” Maverick demands, his voice garbled. My body listens, and my vision blurs with the pleasure of our bond. I cry out, and Mav roars.

“Be ours,” King says, his fire floating from his mouth.

“I am,” I whisper. Their fire shoots from their bodies to join mine, dancing and melting together. The binds that bound us disappear. Maverick pulls out, dips down, and breathes on my hip, his mark burning into my skin.

Kingston’s steady stream of fire skates just under my breast, and my dragon roars. I feel their presence inside me, the bond forming deep. I palm the back of their heads, encouraging their claim, eager for completion. My teeth elongate, my breath sawing in and out harshly.

The air is electric, and a breeze forms from nowhere, the power of our dragons alive throughout the room. The bed shakes as Maverick finishes the mark with his fire and uses his teeth to mark underneath it. He sucks a sip of blood and pulls away, and I yank him close. I can’t hold my dragon back any longer, opening my mouth over his peck. My fire emerges, burning hot, ensuring my mark is visible for all to see. Maverick throws back his head, a rumble coming from deep in his chest.

Kingston completes his brand and sinks his teeth in my skin. When he is satisfied, he watches us. I cut off my fire briefly before turning to him, pulling him close, aiming for the crook of his neck. Their emotions tumble from them to me, filling me with all the love they feel for me. The bond snaps into place, forever connecting us, and only death will separate us.

My dragon calms, glorying in her mates she will soon fly with. I hear their roars in my head, ringing with mine.

I drop to the bed, and the guys press their heads to mine. The air stills, but the occasional crack sounds above us. Our fire recedes, always there but silent for the moment. I cup their jaws and breathe in the mating bond and the presence of peacewithin us. They feel like home. My life has been waiting for this moment. All my years of loneliness are gone. We are taught about the bond, the procedure, the facts, but until you feel the effects, you have no idea what it really means. Their souls are connected to mine, as are their emotions and memories.

Dragons can share images in our minds with our mates, and Maverick’s are short quick bursts of what we just shared. Kingston’s are longer, drawn out.

“You need to stop, Kingston,” I whisper. “You’re going to turn me on again.”

He chuckles. “Prepare yourself,” he says, and I grin.

“Okay.” What can I do?

“I love you, Firefly,” he says softly.

“I love you, too.” I turn my head and kiss him quickly before turning to Mav. “I love you.” I kiss him.

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