Page 96 of Devoted to the Dragon

Atop me, Randi shakes, her arms giving out as I thrust my knot inside her already tight pussy.

“Fuck,” she wails, eyes fluttering closed.

Knox—the smooth fucker—catches her with his shadows before she collapses. I’m useless. Totally cruising down the rut-hash-hazeville river. I feel Fennik in her ass through her walls, and it’s so intense I bite my tongue to keep from coming.

We’ve been at this for days, an eternity, a lifetime. I’ve fucked in every way I can imagine—all the ways Knox and Fennik can imagine too, and those fuckers are kinky—but she’s not done yet. She needs this final push, her scent driving me to dig deep and keep it together for her.

“Baby girl,” Fennik growls, “you feel so good the way you come around our cocks.”

Her mouth falls open with sweet, needy sputters that make my knot swell. All three of us groan at the stretch, her tits bobbing in my face. She’s so fucking sexy like this, and she smells so good. I bury myself between her perfect fucking tits, sucking until she comes on a scream.

Knox steals her sounds, kissing her through her climax as she grinds down on my knot.

“Come, pup.” Fennik slaps my thigh.

My dick obeys. Coming inside her makes my wolf thrum with satisfaction. He wants our omega round with our babies and drowning in our horde’s scent.

Fennik’s hand squeezes mine over her hip, and I feel his dick pulse inside her, feel the way his cum drips onto my thigh.

Her scent mellows, and she snuggles into my chest with a purr, her body shivering as she rides out my knot. Fennik delicately pulls out his spent cock, but she’s gone, lost to the knot as she shivers and rocks. Little orgasms ripple through the bond, making her squeeze me anew. Each time, it restarts the process of trying to get my knot to go down.

Totally worth it.

The way we’re locked together makes every part of my body sing with rightness. I want her always here, drowning in the way the two of us come together.

I barely register Fennik pulling us into his arms or Knox snuggling up by my side. My eyes close, and I float in the sea of our blissed-out bonds.

My stomach wakes me,growling like a gremlin. Half asleep, dick chafed, and body bruised with bites, I climb from underneath our pile of four.

The nest looks as if it’s been through a wild storm, but the three sleeping bodies look peaceful. I mean, they look wrecked—everyone is covered in cum, their hair a mess, and their bodies a map of her heat—but in that “I just had the best days of my life and heats are fucking awesome” kind of way.

I stumble to a blanket and wrap up. Randi’s magical blasting fire has gone out, but I cross the burnt line quickly because the thought of it still freaks me out. Shit went sideways, but it could have gone full tilt fucked.

Thank the gods for vamps.

How nuts is that realization?

Getting us across the line was epic. I already knew I’d fucked up when I found his zombie ass, but I’ve seen his heart now, seen the way he unravels her, and if there were any lingering doubts, those are gone. He’s a part of us now. It took all of us to get through her heat, and I’m glad he was there to take care of her.

Besides, that fucking dick of his in action is worth the price of admission any day. That thing is a beast.

In the small kitchen, I drink until water is dripping down my chest. I’m so freaking thirsty that I don’t stop until I’m practically swimming. We barely managed to sleep, let alone eat or drink. Silent Daddy Wolf was a fucking savior, making sure we all stayed hydrated enough not to pass out, but it was a battle.

A rut is no fucking joke.

I’m sticky as fuck, so I steal a quick shower. Randi’s dragon’s nest shower is rough like the rest of it. It’s basically just a cutout in the rock with some ancient-looking shower system that’s freezing. I wash enough not to be a biohazard and throw on sweats before heading back into the kitchen.

Fennik stocked it before her heat, and I throw together sandwiches. I scarf those down while I gather the ingredients to make pasta. When the water is boiling and I’ve got sauce on the small old stove, our alpha shuffles in.

Over her heat, he’s grown a scruffy beard, and he scratches absently at his cheek. “Coffee,” he croaks.

I pass him a mug and turn back to the stove.

He curls around my back, planting sleepy kisses on my neck. “Thank you, pup.”

In the bond, I can feel his gratitude as much as I can hear the words aloud. This bond shit is fucking wild, but I love that I can feel both of my mates now. It makes my needy, codependent ass feel settled. There is no doubt how much they want me or love me.

Fennik takes a few sips, leaning against the round wooden table, eyes glazed.

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