Page 103 of Devoted to the Dragon

Blue Moon, a little more than a year later

Randi’s dragon roars as Vandera clips a scale, and I feel the sharp snap of pain in the bond. The urge to go to her is overwhelming, but I force myself to stay at my position along the Thunder Circle’s edge.

Vandera, eyes clouded white with the power of the magic around us, sets the scale into the fire at the center of the circle. The flame bursts with a roar, the reds turning a bright blue. The witch doesn’t stop her task, moving next to Knox’s position. He offers her a glass jar filled with smoke, and she returns to the fire, tossing it into the flames. This time, the fire sparks a bright pink.

Gunnar is next, holding out the kraken’s vial. It’s filled with a deep purple ink that shimmers. It too is added to the fire, and another blast lights up the lake shore.

I’m the last. Vandera stands before me, and I instinctively know this isn’t Vandera. She is something more, filled with magic so deep that I can’t comprehend it. I hold out my hand, and she cuts my palm with a knife. The blood pools momentarily before she wipes it with a cloth, whispering long-ago words thatseal the skin. My blood is added to the fire, and it bursts again, only this time it’s a riot of color.

Knox’s smoke fills the clearing as Vandera chants. Around the outside of the circle, wolves howl, and the scent of arousal takes over the air. Other serpents add to Knox’s smoke, and the clearing becomes a frenzy as bodies find one another.

Randi’s scent is a lure, reeling me in. Gunnar and Knox meet me as our dragon shifts. She’s magnificent with her new color, but even her dragon’s form can’t compare to the sight of her round with our babies. She’s practically glowing, all her curves enhanced, and her magenta hair is wild in the light of the roaring fire. Even though she’s only six months along, I can’t get enough of her new curves or the way she smells like her horde.

My hand finds the rounded curve of her belly, my thumb tracing over the soft skin as I take her mouth. She tastes sweeter than usual, and I suck her tongue, rubbing along her pregnant belly.

“Little dove, I can’t get enough of how beautiful you are like this.” I purr the words, then suck along her neck, tonguing my mark until she shivers.

Gunnar wraps her up from behind, his large hands cupping her tits as he takes the other side of her neck. She’s grown at least a handful during her pregnancy, but it’s their heightened sensitivity that makes me so hot. Her mouth drops open on a sweet little moan when he tugs on her nipples, and the sound makes my cock weep.

“I have to taste,” Knox says, making that rattling sound that drives our mate wild.

He nudges me to the side, going to his knees. I watch as first he goes to her belly, placing kisses as he speaks into her skin, and his shadows dance between her legs. His mouth follows, and I can feel the moment he sucks her clit because her bond gives a surge of pleasure.

She reaches for Gunnar and me, her heated hands stroking us as her mouth travels between the two of us. I cup her jaw, tasting her and sucking her tongue. Gunnar latches onto her nipple, sucking it until she’s breathless. I trace her jaw and neck, bucking into her warm hand.Knox must do something because she goes off, shaking in my arms as her scent swells.

Randi breaks from me with a moan, her glazed eyes hooded. “I want to taste you.”

The three of us take a moment to obey, our hands skirting over her belly and her breasts, each of us sucking our marks. She whines.

I chuckle. “Patience, baby girl.”

Knox’s shadows help her to her knees. She spreads them, her round belly and huge tits making her look like the goddess of fertility. I brush her hair off her shoulder and skirt my thumb along her jaw, using my free hand to stroke my cock.

“You want your mouth on us?”

“Need it, Alpha,” she says with a nod. She sticks out her tongue.

The three of us crowd around her in a semicircle. Gunnar slips his hands into her hair, and she leans in, licking the head. Her small hands find Knox and me, stroking with heat and a tight grip. I watch, heart hammering as Gunnar’s slick shaft slips between her plush lips. She’s greedy for him, her mouth eager and her scent overwhelming. She’s greedy for me too, her hand working my cock until the red haze of rut travels up my spine.

She pops off Gunnar and takes me next, her wet mouth full of perfect suction as she takes me deep. I throw my head back, savoring the feel of her for a moment before I take control. Knox’s shadows swirl and writhe, dancing around her belly and teasing between her legs. I lock my hands on her head and fuck her perfect mouth. Her hands on her other mates don’t stop, and the four of us get lost in the moment.

When I’m about to come, she pulls off and seeks out Knox. Her tongue flicks along the sloped head of his cock. Gunnar teases her nipples, but I can’t stop staring at the beautiful sight she makes.

“Baby, you feel too good. I’m gonna come.” Knox curses.

Randi whines, taking him deeper.In the bond, her need to be filled is a hollow ache that gets heavier each moment.

“On your knees, pup. Give her what she needs,” I command.

“Yes, Daddy.” Gunnar takes a nip of my mouth, his hand replacing mine on my cock.

His warm breath skirts my ear, and I wrap a hand around his waist, pulling us flush so that I can feel his strong form against mine. His sure hands squeeze my cock and work my knot until I’m as desperate as Randi.

I pop his ass twice and push him in send-off. “Now, pup.”

His moan is half laughter as he goes to his knees behind our dragon.

Knox curses and tugs Randi’s hair, his violet eyes full of fire and his smile amused. “Wait, baby.”

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