Page 90 of Devoted to the Dragon

The way she’s desperate for what only her mates can give her makes my wolf wild with the need to stuff her full, sink my claim in her neck, and let her get round with my babies.

“Omega,” I purr, fingers sliding into her hair and fisting until she looks at me.

“Alpha. I need your knot.”

I thrust my hips, grinding myself deep as I stroke my fingers over clit. “What a good omega you are, little dove. I love how you’re begging me so sweet.”

A cursed shout and a roaring blaze break the rising rut haze. I jerk my head in time to see Gunnar and Knox tumble from the fire with a spitting burst. The fire line flashes, turning the same color as our mate’s new hair.

Randi whines anew, arms reaching for them, speech slurred.

My hands steady her hips. “They came for you. We’re all here.”

She melts at my words, some of the frantic tension easing. I thrust, pulling her hips down and teasing my already swelling knot at her entrance. Her pussy clenches in a flood of slick heat.

“Bite. Knot,” Randi pleads.

I cast a pointed glance at Gunnar and Knox.

Gunnar tugs at his clothing, grumbling as he strips. “Yeah, well, some of us had to carry vamps, and you’re unnaturally fast for your age.” When his pants hit the floor, he dives for her.“You smell so fucking good, beautiful.” He drapes himself over her back, his mouth on her neck and his fingers plucking her nipples. “You look so pretty riding our alpha’s cock.”

She moans at Gunnar’s touch and grinds on my knot, rolling her hips until the intense pressure gives way to bliss when it locks in place.

“That’s what you need—your alpha’s knot,” I purr.

Randi shakes in our arms as her orgasm takes her. Knox watches, cock hard and shadows writhing, but he doesn’t move to join.

“Get the fuck over here,” I bark, asserting my wolf’s dominance. Knox may be powerful, but he will defer to me in this horde. “She needs all of us.”

She says his name, and it’s full of longing.

“Shit… okay… baby.” Knox breaks at the sound, his shadows reaching for her. The dark, silky bands circle her waist and pin her wrists to her sides while he strips. “I’m here. I promise. I was trying not to crowd you.”

She becomes a horny, desperate mess, grinding on my knot and letting loose a guttural whine the moment the three of us are touching her.

“Bite,” she pleads.

Gunnar moves to strike, but I clasp his throat, holding him back. He snarls, but I ignore it, eyes on Knox. My wolf demands it be the three of us.

“Together,” I insist.

He kneels at her side, leaning in and whispering in her ear. Randi likes whatever he says, her needy whine spurring me on. The serpent’s eyes glow violet, his throat bobbing as sharp fangs descend over his original mark. I release my snarling pup. Gunnar sinks his teeth into her neck, and I follow, my fangs piercing the other side as the serpent strikes her shoulder.

Blood pools in my mouth. The nest swells with our scents. I hang on as energy pulses between us, my cock so hard it hurts. A bright light sears, dancing behind my eyelids. I blink and Randi’s back glows. She clamps down on my knot, shaking and moaning. The sounds are sweet now, the pleading turning into a chanted yes.

My orgasm rushes over me as my knot expands and I fill her with my cum. The mate bond snaps into place, her soul flame bright in my chest and ecstasy pumping in my veins.

I nurse my mark, sealing the bite as she floats between us, her lips pressing anywhere she can reach. The energy in the air settles, turning to sweet contentment. The mate bond thrums, her sweet omega weaving together with my alpha.

When my wolf is satisfied and Randi is a soft, pliant thing in my arms, I have the others help us into the soft blankets. Our dragon passes out, her breathing turning deep as I situate her on my chest. Three glowing mate runes follow the curve of her spine, blinding in their glow.

“Come here, pup.” I curl my finger at Gunnar.

He bends down, and I take his lips, slow and sweet. My palm travels over the mate rune on his sculpted pec opposite his branded dragon. When he’s breathless, his sage spiking, I pull back to study his rune.

Gunnar’s mate mark is healthy-looking, the skin around it free of bruising or deep veins. When Knox wove our energy into the red stone, it somehow allowed us to share power. I could feel us giving him strength and his magic feeding ours. I don’t know if we share his mate rune or if his power helped awaken our dying wolf magic. Either way, it’s because of Knox that we’re here. We need him as much as she does.

“Knox?”He opens his mouth, and I can already see the snark about to fall from his lips, so I keep talking before he can ruin the moment. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re here.”

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