Page 12 of Dragons' Bride
“Mmm.”
Hauck chuckles, then deftly flips me over on the table until I stand on all fours. His fingers slide into my channel, pumping in and out.
“She hardly needs more oil,” says Tavias.
Hauck lets out a sound that is a mix of a purr and a growl. “But I enjoy rubbing it on her anyway.”
It takes a moment for my muddled mind to process what they’re doing. And saying. “You don’t mean to –”
“Oh, but we do.” Hauck brushes the tip of his cock against my entrance, just enough to shock my body’s arousal.
“I can’t,” I gasp, the possibility of more sensation is as overwhelming as jumping off a cliff. “I –” I try to scramble off.
A stinging spank lands on my ass, and I know without looking that it’s from Tavias. Instead of truly hurting however, the heat melts into molten pleasure that is yanked even tighter with his command. “You’ll stay right where you are. You will take each one of us today.” Calloused hands massage out the remnants of the sting, and I feel that strange mix of anxiety and safety that Tavias can reliably tease out in me every time.
Be grateful we are only playing one at a time.He adds in my mind.For today. We will use both entrances soon enough.
I shudder, which was no doubt Tavias’s intention. But then I process his words. One at a time. Something about that makes me count the princes. One. Two. Three. My muddled mind finally processes that something isn’t quite balanced. It is an effort of will to focus on anything but the pressure and pleasure, as the males prepare me to be taken again.
“Quinton?” My gaze narrows on the fourth dragon prince. Quinton stands two paces away. Like Tavias and Cyril, he is stripped to the waist, with scars and tattoos running over hardened muscle that I now see bare for the first time. The perfect squares of his abdomen divide themselves into a grid. A thin sheen of sweat makes his skin glisten, bringing out each groove. My gaze slips lower, to his open fly. His shaft taunts me, the silver scales along it rising and twisting like little tongues. Quinton is beautiful, from his needy cock, to his lithe body, to his tight face and haunted eyes. I hold my hand out to him.
He meets my gaze, his own closing off.
Then he stuffs himself back into his trousers, and lets the cabin door bang close behind him. The sound echoes through me, the rejection stinging my heart. Tavias looks at the closed door, his jaw clenching in displeasure.
“Come back to us, little nymph,” Cyril murmurs in my ear. His lips brush over mine in a gentle kiss that tastes of the sea and wind. “Just because Quinton wants to torture himself, doesn’t mean the rest of us are cancelling breakfast.”
“And by breakfast, we mean you,” Hauck puts in helpfully, right before twisting the head of his cock in my juices and putting it to work.
* * *
“So, tell me everything.”Nora sits cross-legged on the cot and leans forward. What I thought was going to be an erotic few hours has turned into an erotic fewdays, with notable pauses for exhausted sleep and periods of torment at Quinton’s hands.
Actually, with the exception of early morning hours when he is tossing or slapping me around the deck, Quinton avoids me altogether now. He doesn’t even show up to the group rutting sessions anymore, no matter what threats Tavias levies at him. Despite my concerns, Cyril’s advice is to let Quinton be, and Nora too, is more interested in my rutting escapades than my physical training ones.
“Details, my lady!” Nora insists, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’ll never have a dragon prince in my bed, so I need to live vicariously through you. I heard their scales –”
“Yeah.” I wince as heat touches my cheeks. Am I ever going to be able to be intimate without embarrassment?
Nora makes a tsking sound. “If you can do it, you can talk about it. And given the amount ofdoingyou are getting yourself into, I’d say sharing details should be the least of your concerns. Plus, dragons. Scales. Royalty. Talk.” She pulls out a brush. “And do you mind if I do your hair while you do? I’ve a few ideas I want to try out and you’ve been too busy for me to bother.”
I turn obligingly.
“So, scales.” She tugs on a lock of hair.
“Scales.” I let out a long breath and settle in. Nora is right. Given the end game, the sooner I become more comfortable with the whole thing, the better. “It’s as if their cocks have these little tiny fingers, all trying to stimulate you at the same time. Which seems impossible at first because of how big they are, but it works. And it drags every shred of sanity from you.” It is easier to talk with my back turned to her, and I wonder if Nora hasn’t coaxed me into the position on purpose. “Fortunately, they go all flat and slick when they first go in, but once everything is seated… stars.”
I shift around, my body reminding me of how deliciously sore I am.
“Explains you sleeping for half the day afterwards. Have you done two at the same time yet?”
“Bloody hell, you have no filter at all, do you?”
“Of course I do,” Nora says primly. “I just find this a completely appropriate topic of conversation, for a lady going to the Equinox Trials. Unless you’ve forgotten that part.”
As if I could forget. “No, not yet. I’ve not taken anyone in, um, the other way.” I can’t help the rush of heat that grips my cheeks. Tavias is very aware of this delinquency and has warned me that he will be attending to the issue with greater frequency in the near future. I am not looking forward to it.
“So, which one is the best?” Nora asks. “I think I might die of fear if Prince Tavias came at me. Or Prince Quinton.”
