Page 93 of Devoted to the Dragon

Secretly, Randi craves it. She loves that she’s bound and can only take what I give her.Her rising scent means I won’t be able to draw this out much longer no matter how much Randi likes edging. I don’t think heats mesh well with patience.

It’s delicious torture for the wolf, his claws raking down his furry thighs and his energy a swirling mix of longing, jealousy, and lust as he watches her bound in my shadows. His huge, veiny wolf cock extends from the sheath, the pink tip dripping onto the nest blanket. When he trembles, I give him a stern look, mouthing for him to wait.

I fuck her ass with my fingers and suck along her neck, watching the beast become more and more on edge. Through the bond link between us, he’s cursing me out and wondering why the fuck he’s letting me be in charge. I’m not even influencing the room. Their energy is thick in the air, creating a haze. My job for most of my life has been to induce the passion and desire the two of them are naturally feeding me.

“Ready, baby?” I ask with a slap to her clit.

“Knox,” she whines, jerking in my shadowy ropes. “Please.”

I can’t keep the smirk off my face when I nod for the wolf-man to join.

“Only a lick,” I mouth to him, one brow raised in censure.

She moans long and loud at his first touch. Watching that fucking tongue lap up her pussy makes the ridges of my cock pulse, desperate with the need to fuck.I yank him back by his fur, and they both whine.

“Oh, you like your wolf’s tongue, don’t you, baby?”

She nods, biting her lip and tilting her hips toward him. She can’t see anything but my shadows, so I bring him closer, holding his snout to her pussy.

“You heard her. She loves your tongue. Now use it and make her come.”

He doesn’t waste any time, sliding underneath her and wrapping his claws around her thighs. I back off, watching the primal scene and stroking my cock until I’ve lathered it in my lube.

“They’re beautiful together, aren’t they?” Fennik’s deep voice draws my eye. The older wolf is lounging in the nest blankets, head cradled in his palm and his other hand stroking his cock.

“They are,” I agree, turning back to watch as Randi shakes her way through an orgasm.

She struggles against my bands, and I wrap her tighter, holding her steady. That isn’t enough, her scent spiking with need and her soft whines turning to begging. I crowd behind her. She juts her ass out, wiggling against my hard cock.

“You want it bad, don’t you, baby?” I bury my shaft between her cheeks, rubbing the head against her tight hole.

“Tingles,” Randi says, voice trembling.

“It’s okay, I promise. It will only tingle. My lube will help you relax enough to make it easier for you to take me,” I explain.

My fingers test her opening, then I push against her hole, forcing in the tapered head, only to retreat. That makes her desperate, her arms tugging on her restraints and her ass thrusting back on my cock.

“Baby girl, are you trying to brat him?” Fennik growls.

“But Alpha! He’s teasing.” She turns her head toward the sound of his voice, giving him a cute little pout.

I pull her attention back to me by teasing her hole. She moans, grinding her hips down on her wolf’s tongue. I keep the edging going, letting my tip sink into her tight heat and watching my cock stretch her open before pulling out again.

Fennik decides to join us. His gait is full of dominance, and his eyes are dark. He cups her throat and takes her mouth in akiss that forces her to surrender. I take that as my cue, pushing the pointed tip of my cock into her ass past that first resistance.

Fennik swallows her whimpered moans, hand firm on her neck. I watch with greedy eyes as she takes more of my tapered length. The lube is already working to ease the stretch. I pump my hips slowly, mesmerized by the way her body welcomes me home.

In the bond, she’s buzzing, her head full of cotton clouds and her body desperate to be filled.

Gunnar shifts back to his human skin, kneeling before her and adding his fingers. I thrust, grabbing her hips and sinking far enough inside that she’s able to feel the pulse of my ridges. On the first swell, she comes, writhing and moaning for us. I take her fast then, thighs slapping as I tease her rim with my knot.

Fennik holds her throat, eyes on her panting mouth. “You like that demon cock, little dove?”

She whines in response.

“Who is driving you wild, baby girl?”

“My mates,” she says, voice shaky and full of sex.

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