Page 24 of The Dragon King's Awakening

"Beautiful," Zahraxis breathes, and when I turn to look at him, I realize he's not admiring the chamber.His smoldering gaze is fixed entirely on me.

Finn circles behind me while Zahraxis steps closer, both of them moving with predatory grace.The air grows thick with anticipation, and when I peek at their auras, they pulse with barely contained need.

"The marking comes first," Finn says, his voice dropping to a rougher register that sends heat pooling between my thighs."It creates the foundation of our bond."He brushes his knuckles down my spine, the simple contact sparking electric currents through my nerves.

Zahraxis reaches for me, cupping my face with a reverence that belies the hunger in his eyes."You will wear our marks upon your skin, and we will wear yours."His thumb traces my lower lip, and I can't resist drawing it into my mouth, tasting the salt of his skin.

His pupils dilate, golden irises reduced to thin rings of fire."I would see all of you," he says, the formal cadence of his speech slipping as desire takes hold.

"May we undress you?"Finn asks against my ear, his breath hot on my neck.

I nod, already breathless with want."Yes."

They move in perfect synchronicity, as if they've choreographed this dance for centuries.Zahraxis lifts my arms while Finn slides his hands beneath the hem of my shirt, drawing it upward with tantalizing slowness.The fabric whispers across my sensitized skin, and I shiver when Finn unclasps my bra and cool air kisses my exposed breasts.

Finn's appreciative growl vibrates against my back as Zahraxis drops to his knees before me.He looks up, ancient eyes holding mine as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants.The position—this powerful, ancient being kneeling at my feet—sends a rush of heat through me that has nothing to do with dragon fire.

"May I?"he asks, his formal speech pattern returning, though his voice remains thick with desire.

"Please," I whisper, my own voice barely recognizable.

He slides my pants and panties down my legs with excruciating care.I step out of them, now completely bare between them.

Finn cups my breasts from behind, his thumbs circling my nipples until they peak into hard buds."Perfect," he murmurs, his arousal a hard ridge against the small of my back.

Zahraxis remains on his knees, his gaze traveling slowly up my body with such intensity I swear I can feel it like a physical caress.When he leans forward to press his lips just below my navel, I gasp at the contact.His tongue traces a hot path upward, between my breasts, stopping at the hollow of my throat.

"Here," he says, pressing his palm flat against my sternum, directly over my racing heart."This is where our marks will join."

Finn slides a hand around to cover Zahraxis', both of them now pressed against my chest.Through my dragon sight, I see their auras intertwine—crimson and gold weaving together like molten metal.

"Kneel," Finn says, his voice gentle despite the command.He guides me around to face them on my knees on the jade bench, which radiates unexpected warmth against my bare skin.

Both men shed their clothes with dragon magic, wisps of red and gold smoke dissipating to reveal their magnificent bodies.Their cocks stand proud and hard, making my mouth water with anticipation.

"I mark you first," Finn says, kneeling before me."Then Zahraxis.My mark will act as an anchor for his."

He brings his face level with my chest, and I watch in fascination as his human tongue transforms.It elongates, the tip splitting into two delicate points that shimmer with crimson energy.The sight alone makes me clench with need.

"This will burn," he warns, peering up at me, "but only for a moment."

When his dragon tongue touches my skin just above my heart, I gasp at the sharp sting.It feels like a hot needle tracing intricate patterns, but the initial pain quickly transforms into something else—a pleasure so intense it borders on agony.I arch into the sensation, my hands finding purchase on his shoulders.

Through my dragon sight, I watch crimson light follow in his tongue's wake, forming elaborate whorls and curves that pulse in time with my heartbeat.Each stroke of his tongue sends waves of sensation radiating outward, connecting to every nerve ending in my body.

Zahraxis moves behind me, his chest pressing against my back as he cups my breasts.He rolls my nipples between his fingers, the dual sensation of his touch and Finn's marking making me cry out.

"Yes," Zahraxis encourages, his voice a rumbling purr against my ear."Feel it all.Accept our magic into your body."

Finn's tongue traces the final curve of his mark, and when he withdraws, the completed sigil pulses with brilliant crimson light.The magic sinks deeper, past skin and muscle, wrapping around something fundamental within me.I feel him now—not just physically, but on some deeper level, as if a part of him has taken root inside my soul.The mark itself resembles a Celtic knot surrounding a dragon's silhouette, the undulating lines make it appear to move with every beat of my heart.

"My turn," Zahraxis says, his voice tight with restraint.They trade places with fluid grace, Finn moving behind me while Zahraxis kneels in front again.

His dragon tongue emerges, longer and more angular than Finn's, gleaming with golden light.When it touches my skin, directly atop Finn's mark, the sensation is entirely different—not sharp pain, but overwhelming pressure, as if the weight of centuries presses against that single point of contact.

I gasp, my back arching as golden light blooms across my chest, intricate patterns weaving through and around Finn's crimson sigil.His tongue traces new dimension into the mark Finn gave me, and adds more details.Where their marks overlap, the colors blend into something new—a warm amber that pulses with combined power.

Finn’s touch on my breasts is both soothing and inflaming."Breathe through it," he murmurs against my neck."Let it settle."

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