Page 64 of The Dragon Queen

He pulled back, his eyes rivalling the moon that shone above his shoulder, tracing the harsh lines of his face.

“Pip—”

“Just Pip.” In my head, I could see her. It was tempting to think of her as a simple serving woman, but none of our lives were easy. The barmaids here faced their own challenges, their own struggles every day, but right now, I wanted to swap mine for theirs. Brom frowned for a second, then nodded slowly.

“Just Pip then.”

Having overcome the first hurdle, I moved, ready to drop to my knees in the filthy alleyway, but Brom could never let that happen.

“Not like that.”

Instead, I was spun around, my wrists held together by one of his hands as he held them against the wall, the other working my belt free, then letting my pants fall down around my ankles. A sharp spank on my arse when I tried to wriggle free, but I was rewarded when I stilled.

“Oh…!”

I gasped that out far too loudly as fingers traced the line of my underwear, marking where it covered my most intimate of flesh. My whole body stiffened when they slid underneath. Finding the mess I’d made, his fingers slid through the wetness, a small sound of satisfaction making clear what he felt about that.

“Wet for me, lass?” I couldn’t answer, not when he shoved his fingers inside me, forcing me to stretch. “This is what’s been waiting for me the entire time?” My hips moved in time with his strokes as he sawed his fingers back and forth. “Soren had it right. We shouldn’t have let you leave that room. Flynn’s leaving, all of us willbe working from dawn to dusk in preparation for war, and yet every single one of us will be yearning for this.”

A sad moan escaped my lips as he pulled his fingers free, but it was only for a moment. He needed his hands to claw his pants open, to free his member then kick my ankles wide and tilt my hips back. My face pressed against the wall as I felt him rub that swollen head across my seam, then push in.

I wasn’t quite ready, despite his ministrations, so it hurt just a little. I found myself craving the stick of our flesh, the way he was forced to shove himself inside me, because it was a perfect manifestation of how I felt. Everything about being with my men hurt, and yet I knew I’d be in agony without them, so I pushed back, no longer a passive participant, swallowing him whole.

“Gods, yes, this…” Our bodies crashed together, breaking off parts of the other, the dust mingling at our feet. “Just like that. I’ll never get used to the way you take me.” My thighs went wider, allowing him deeper. That stretch, the way it felt like he reached the depths of me and pushed past them, I craved it like air. Over and over, he made me his.

Then he had to go and say this.

“You’ll always be my wife. No piece of paper can erase this. You know that, Pippin? Tell me that you do?”

“Yes…” I sobbed, my body aching and transported by ecstasy all in the same moment.

“Mine, Pippin, always mine.” His body pressed mine into the walls, our rutting taking on a furtive, truncated form now. I felt the sting of his teeth as he nipped at my neck. “Just as I will always, always be yours.”

That was all it took. My body stiffened and I cried out, tears running down my cheeks, because I saw the sense in what he was saying, all of it. I loved him, I told him that, between panted breaths. I told him and the alleyway, the rats that lurked in the shadows, and the moon. I told him that he was the husband of my heart.

They all were.

As if summoned by my thoughts, the door opened again and they spilled out, stiff legged and prowling like angry dragons.

Or ones on the hunt.

“Thought you’d fallen into the privy.”

Ged tilted my head up, sucking down my cries of pleasure, right as my whole body shook. He kissed me hard, bruising my lips, as I clamped down hard around Brom’s length. I felt him spill over with me, jetting his seed deep inside me, marking me in a hidden way I’d feel the next day.

“What brought this on?” Draven’s question was delivered carefully, the last vestiges of the king clinging to him, even as the man took the two of us in with hungry eyes. “There’s no dragons rising tonight, is there?”

“You win.” Brom ground that out between panting breaths. “The general brought me the papers.”

“He didn’t.”

I broke away from Ged to see Draven’s expression transformed. He was like an idol cast from silver with sapphires for eyes.

“It’s the only way, Draven,” Brom replied.

“I told Rex no. You said… I said…”

“We said what our hearts forced us to under the influence of a dragon’s mating frenzy, but when we got up the next day, the reality remained,” Brom snapped. Ged pulled me close, his arms going around me, his mouth on my neck as I watched this all transpire. “Only one of us can be married to Pippin in the eyes of the country, and that’s you.”

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