Page 95 of Devoted to the Dragon

So fucking good.

The rough tips of his fingers rub my clit.

Delicious.

And don’t get me started on the feel of his shadows—tight pressure, soft silk. It’s as if he’s everywhere.

My pussy clenches. Raw need slices through my core. Even with Knox's perfect dick, I’m still too empty. My stomach cramps, and a whine slips out.

Fennik’s steady hands cup my face. “Shh, we’re here, little dove.”

His thick fingers join with Knox’s, then Gunnar’s. I thrash my head. It’s so fucking hot to watch all three of them inside me at once, those thick fingers twisting and sliding. But it’s not enough.

“More,” I beg.

Knox shifts us as Fennik grabs Gunnar’s cock, giving it a firm stroke. Fennik situates Gunnar, teasing his slick crown through my lips.

“She’s dripping for you, pup. Show her how much you appreciate it.”

“So, so much, beautiful.” My little wolf looks ravenous. His thick shoulders ripple as he steadies himself over Knox. He strokes his thick cock, eyes focused on the spot between my legs.

I’m bound, spread wide on Knox’s cock. I can feel in the bond how close to rut the sight makes Gunnar—how beautiful he thinks I am.

“Take me,” I demand.

“Yes, dragoness.” My beautiful fucking Viking smirks, his beard quirking, but it slips off his face the moment he slides home.

He goes slow, each inch giving me more of that full feeling I’ve been chasing. Shit. He’s so thick like this. He feels huge with Knox’s cock already stuffed in my ass. The fullness sinks deep into my body, making my mind numb.

It’s so perfect.

Gunnar throws back his head, exposing his throat, that gorgeous hair falling over his shoulders.

Mine. Beautiful little wolf.

Fennik wraps his hand around my throat, drawing my attention. “That’s a good omega. Look how pretty you are taking both your mates.”

Yes, my mates. Mine.

His praise makes my blood sing. Then Gunnar gives another thrust, and I’m fucking gone.

Hands, shadows, cocks. They’re everywhere, filling me with euphoria. I get lost in the haze, letting the heat pump through me until I’m made of only pleasure and light.

It’s still not enough. My omega is a greedy bitch who won’t be satisfied until she has everything.

I nuzzle Fennik’s hard cock, mouthing his skin, sucking in his scent. He’s my alpha, so strong and sure, so dependable and protective. He holds my hair, takes control, and I surrender to him.

The Thunder crashes down on me, my heat rising. The room becomes a storm.

I lose count of the number of times we crest and lose all sense of time. I only know each time I need them, they find a new position, filling me until I’m stuffed to my limit. I can’t think or know anything but how it feels to be loved by them and covered in their scents.

It’s finally enough.

Chapter 45

Gunnar

“That’s it. Knot her, pup.” Fennik’s husky command travels straight to my balls.

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