Page 23 of Devoted to the Dragon

Beneath me, Fennik twitches in my grasp. His hands get bolder, skirting from my hips to cup the undersides of my breasts.

Gunnar mumbles something I don’t catch and leans in to lick a trail along my fingers where I’m gripping Fennik’s cock.

I tap his lips with the fat crown, making a chiding sound. “Lick only the head, pup.”

Gunnar follows my command, swirling his tongue along the crown while I massage the base where Fennik’s knot will swell.

“Now suck,” I direct. “Nice and slow.”

“Wait until I get my turn,”Fennik mutters, his hands playing with my tits and his hot breath tickling my neck.

I can’t resist the urge to tease, tilting my hips so I can grind my panty-clad pussy against him. He groans, and Gunnar takes him deeper, his lips stretched around Fennik’s cock.

One of Fennik’s big hands yanks down the front of my dress, forcing it under the cups of my bra. He pinches my nipples, and for a moment, I lose track of the game, my pussy clenching on emptiness and my center slick.

Gunnar growls, then his hands push against my thighs, spreading me open. He tears through the lace of my panties and takes a stolen lick. I buck at the contact before I yank him by his hair.

“Naughty, pup. You haven’t earned my pussy yet.” I shake my head, my dragon’s censure in my eyes.

He gives me a lazy grin. “I’ve always been greedy, and you looked so wet I couldn’t resist.” He tilts his head, looking every bit the playful puppy as he addresses Fennik. “You want a taste?”

Fennik leans in, and Gunnar presses into me, caging me between them. The two kiss over my shoulder, hungry and full of nips and growls. Fennik anchors me with an arm around my waist, and Gunnar reaches between us, pulling my hand with his to Fennik’s cock.

Gunnar turns from Fennik, his voice so raw it’s almost a whisper. “Together?”

I answer him by matching his pace, and we find a rhythm as we stroke Fennik. Our mouths meet in a tangle, passing between the three of us. My hips shift without thought, and Fennik’s thumbs pull me apart before he dips his fingers into my slick, using it to circle my clit.

It’s a frenzy of moans and needy cries, our bodies sliding against one another. My insides feel as if they shimmer each time they touch me. For once, my dragon doesn’t protest.

Fennik’s cock thickens between our grip, and together, Gunnar and I work his knot. When it swells, my stubborn wolf sinks his fingers inside me, fucking me in deep strokes. Gunnar’s mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking with perfect pressure. At the same time, Fennik finds a spot deep inside that makes me clench around him.

I come so hard sparks dance in my vision. Fennik pulls my chin and forces my eyes to his as he watches the orgasm thunder through me. My lashes flutter closed, and the rest of the world blurs as I bask in the feeling of being with the two of them.

Fennik murmurs, “Beautiful.”

His cock jerks in our grip, his cum hitting my mound. I collapse against him, and for a few moments, it’s only harsh breaths and Fennik rubbing his scent into my skin.

Gunnar breaks the silence. “Who knew you could come while your dick is caged?”

Fennik and I are coaxed to laughter again.

“Come here.” I tug Gunnar up into Fennik’s lap with me.

He is cuddly, draping himself around me and nudging with his nose under my arm until his face is buried against Fennik’s chest. It feels like being swallowed in a hug by a giant teddy bear. Our stern wolf is also softer, nuzzling into my neck.

Around us, the room is still lost to the rut, and no one pays us any attention. I have things to tell them, but I let myself give a little more to this stolen moment. Here, with them, it’s easy to believe anything is possible. It feels magnetic. Right. I just hope that it’s enough to convince my dragon.

Chapter 12

Randi

Ispit my toothpaste into the sink and force myself to face facts. I’m stalling. After the passion of the moment, Fennik insisted on carrying me to my lair. I wanted to keep the dream going, so I let him. Gunnar sleepily followed us and crawled right into my bed after a hasty clean-up, the soft sounds of his snoring coming only seconds later.

Every part of me wants to crawl into bed with them, but I’m not sure I can sleep with the two of them in my lair—not before I know if I’m going to lose them. I’ve managed a stellar facial, braided my hair, and over-moisturized my hands. I turn off the water and hang my head, torn. My dragon offers no guidance, snoring just like my young wolf.

Ugh. What the fuck am I doing?

Fennik’s spicy amber fills the bathroom, then his strong chest curls around my back and his thick arms lock around my waist. He holds my gaze in the mirror, his deep voice sure. “No matter what you have to say, you won’t lose me.”

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