Oh God. Just the thought of three alphas makes my pussy clamp tight around these two cocks to milk them dry.
“And stop thinking about that goddamned dragon.” Lucius punishes me for all this distraction with a brutal thrust that seats him fully, balls-deep inside me, with a savage grunt. A breathless curse wrenches out of me.
Lucius’ cock wedges tight against Neo’s. The hot silky sacs of their balls nestle together against my perineum.
“Oh my God, Lucius,” Neo moans. “I can feel you. I can feel every inch of you. Oh Lord.”
My shy bookworm is totally still inside me, absorbing all these novel sensations, letting Lucius settle into both of us with short rocking thrusts. Every stroke makes my overfilled channel ripple and spasm around all this cock.
“My dear boy,” Lucius whispers, head lifting from our joined bodies to pin my fated mate with his gaze. “Are you mine at last?”
“I’ve been yours for weeks,” Neo pants, sweet as fuck. “Yours and Zara’s. Always.”
A floaty euphoric warmth sweeps through me. It’s that feeling you get being happy, you know, because the people you love are happy? In poly circles, there’s a word for it.
It’s called compersion.
God, Lucius and his wolf look more than ready to pounce on Neo and rail him right here. I’m pretty sure that’ll happen later.
And I literally can’t wait.
“Go ahead and kiss him,” I tell Lucius with a smile. “He likes your fangs.”
Over my shoulder, their mouths crash together in a raging kiss that hits my clit like a bolt of lightning. I wind one arm back around Neo’s neck and grip Lucius’ hip with the other. I work my way cautiously up all that cock, then wiggle my way back down again. Which makes them both gasp and swear.
Although, in Neo’s case, what he actually gasps is, “Oh, sugar.”
I hide a grin in Lucius’ shoulder and nip his skin with my sharp baby shifter teeth, which makes his wolf whine. We all take turns setting the pace. Sometimes it’s me working my eager cunt up and down all those inches while they both quiver and groan and my inner dragon purrs with pleasure.
Sometimes it’s Neo jerking short and fast and eager against all our friction and fighting like hell to keep from spilling too soon, while I voice my pleasure with sharp high cries and Lucius’ wolf grunts and mutters.
But mostly, it’s Lucius driving the action with fierce hard thrusts that make all of us sway against the impact and fight to stay upright on the bed. He pins my hips in his commanding grip and I palm the rhythmic clench of his unstoppable ass and Neo squirms and whimpers and fucks into me from behind.
My heat is spiraling…
All that cataclysmic pressure…
Building…
My climax rushes toward me like a sea of molten lava boiling from the planet’s core. Like the dormant volcano that made this island rise from the sea all those eons ago is flaming back to life.
Here. Now. Tonight. Inside me.
I’m gripping Lucius hard enough to bruise, and the sheer force of his will is keeping my lightning in check. I engulf his mouth with mine, sucking on his bestial fangs. His tongue lashes into my mouth to swipe at mine. With an impatient tug, I drag his hair free from that mannerly knot so it tumbles around his fierce face in wild waves.
Neo’s plastered against my back and ass, both of us slick with sweat as he hammers into me with frantic need. And I canfeelhim, I can feel the aching maw of his need… his desperate need for…
A bite.
A mating bite.
That’swhat he wants. That’s what’s been bugging him. My sweet baby’s feeling left out. He’s longing for a goddamn mating bite.
“Oh Neo,” I gasp. “Oh baby.”
My brain swims with sudden understanding, poisoned with a bitter flood of guilt. If I hadn’t been so wrapped up in my heat and my dragon and my need for freedom—allme me me—I’d have figured this out weeks ago.
Poor Neo.