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Gunnar tugs a hand through his unruly hair, his cheeks splotched with either embarrassment or arousal as he answers.“My wolf wants to roll over and do anything either of you say. I don’t think that’s a problem.” His heated gaze rakes over the two of us. “But I think we should seal the promise with a kiss, just to make sure.”

He shifts, some of that cocky fighter confidence in the way he moves, and leans over the throne chair, planting his hands on either side of my thighs. Randi takes his mouth first, claiming him until he’s making horny whimpering growls.

She trades him off, and at the first touch of his mouth on mine, I’m desperate for another. He doesn’t even give the pretense of fighting for control, his lips soft and sweetly pliant.

When Gunnar is moaning and breathless, I pull back. “I believe you lost a bet, pup, and I’m ready to cash in. On your knees.”

“I want to play.” Randi looks between the two of us, a smug smile on her lips. “Let me see the mark and my cock, pup.”

Chapter 11

Randi

“Please tell me this means it’s coming off. I’ve been ready to come for the last week.” Gunnar strips eagerly, a blur of clothing as he untucks and unbuttons his blue guard uniform and tosses his shirt. His pants are next, revealing his caged cock, which hangs low between his thick thighs, trying desperately to get hard. The head is an angry red, caught between my dragon’s teeth, and the skin of his shaft swells against its confines.

I grab hold of him and look up. “No, pup. This stays on. That’s part of the fun.”

Gunnar groans, his head falling back. “You know what’s really twisted? My cock likes that answer.”

“So do I,” I say, laughing at his predicament.

I’m delighted by the contrasts in his personality. He’s cocky and arrogant. Sarcastic. But also eager. Curious and submissive. I slip a finger inside the mouth of the cage, rubbing it across his slit while I look him over.

Gunnar is tall and strong. A little bit wiry despite his mammoth size. His brown-and-golden hair hangs on his shoulders. His beard, which is almost as long as his hair, is entwined with a few small braids.

He looks like the wolves of my youth, cut from the same fierce rock and high winds. Clever eyes. Scars that mark his skin. I don’t know his story, but I can tell he knows how to survive.

But how he’s looking at me right now makes me forget that. Instead, my stomach gives that familiar swoop of launching into flight. For the moment, I’m the woman from my dream, young and eager to meet my mate. The mating Thunder goes on around us, and I can almost pretend it’s the first call to play from a contender for my horde.

I reach for the new mark on Gunnar’s chest, and he bends, letting me trace the shape of my dragon where she wraps around his heart. He shivers, and there is a pulse between us. Time slows, and his unusual-colored eyes search mine. He stares for a moment before his wolf bows to me, his eyes lowering in submission.

“You have given yourself to me, but I make a promise to you in return. I’ll never take your life for granted,” I pledge, my dragon’s hiss underscoring my words.

He stows an imaginary sword, dramatically takes to one knee, and bows his head.

“What?” I manage to ask between splutters of laughter.

“I figured that’s what the knights do in the stories, right? And I’m just making this shit up, but I don’t want to get it wrong, you know?” He takes my hand and kisses the back. “So, tell me how to do it right for a dragon queen. Because my wolf is insistent. You’re my mate, as impossible as that sounds, and I figure at any moment fate is gonna see the fuckup and cart my ass off by my new tail. But before that happens, I want time with you.”

My dragon likes his display of loyalty, even if he is ridiculous. The knights were our destroyers, not our beloveds, but he doesn’t know that. She rattles her throat flaps for him, a dragon’s purr.

Fennik squeezes my hip, and Gunnar shifts his gaze. “You too, old wolf. Tell me what to do.”

The connection between them is already discernable in the way their scents swirl together. Combined, they’re a sweet sage mixed with the crisp scent of the forest. They’re meant to be pack, to be mates.

That raw connection eases some of my fears. They’ll have each other with or without me. I blink away from the dream, shoring up my resolve. Even if I’m giving in, I can’t let myself give it all. Not until they know what’s at stake. Not until they choose. But what I can do is give them this.

I shift in Fennik’s arms, going to my knees and hiking up my dress to straddle my big wolf. I spread my thighs and lean against his chest, rubbing along the outline of his bulge. Fennik’s meaty grip digs into my hip as I tease down the zip of his slacks and pull him out. Gunnar watches with hungry eyes, going to both knees and crawling closer.

Fennik is so big my hand won’t fit around him, but that doesn’t deter me. I tease the slick head, rubbing my thumb up and down his glans, then stroking him in my fist.

“You’re playing with fire right now, baby girl,” Fennik’s grumbly voice murmurs in my ear. His teeth scrape along my neck, the threat inherent in the promise of his claim lighting me up inside.

“I’m not the one playing. Your pup is,” I tease. “Wasn’t that the bet?”

I look down at Gunnar, letting my dragon into my eyes. She wants to teach him she is not so easily won.His answering smirk sends a burst of arousal that pools in my belly.

“Suck his cock for your dragon. Prove you know what you’re doing, and I’ll let you come,” I command.

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