Page 10 of Dragons' Bride
Quinton ran his hand over his face, his heart starting to hammer against his ribs. What in the rutting hell did Hauck want from him? Quinton was only teaching Kit the way he was because Hauck called in his rutting boon. He wouldn’t have made the training so personal otherwise.
Which would have been better for everyone involved. As was currently being proven right there in the cabin.
Quinton slid back in his chair. “There will be no festivities of any kind with a broken wrist. If you want this whole charade to end before it starts, then by all means, encourage the human to keep ignoring my orders. And, Hauck, watch the ribs. Better yet, play somewhere else."
"The human’s name is Kit, and she doesn't have breasts anywhere else, only here.” Hauck’s voice was annoyingly patient. “Whereas, I like suckling her breasts. They taste sweet.”
"She has arightbreast," Quinton snapped. "Suck that. Leave the left side alone before you hurt her."
Kit frowned, her glazed eyes regaining their focus as she looked at Quinton. As much as his cock ached for her, the darkness and emptiness inside him ached more.
Quinton lifted his chin, waiting for Kit to tell him off. Maybe even punch him. He’d let her if she tried.
"I'm alright, Quinton,” she said softly instead. “Hauck isn't hurting me. I promise."
A growl rose from Quinton’s chest. That was the wrong answer. "Give him another two seconds and he will. Unless he moves to the right side, which you’ve by some miracle not destroyed yet. But I’m sure you’ll crack that tomorrow."
Hauck cleared his throat, licked his way up between Kit's breasts and took her mouth for a brief but thorough kiss before standing and turning toward Quinton. He stood with his legs apart, his hands on his hips, and his cock bulging against his fly. "Quinton… Would you like to join us?"
"No."
"Then make yourself useful and clear off the front part of the table. I think we'll have something more edible than breakfast meats to feast on there."
Fine. Quinton shoved the fruits, nuts, and meats they were going to have for breakfast to the far side of the table. There were a few sweet rolls as well, which Cyril thought Kit would enjoy. When Quinton turned back, Cyril had Kit hoisted up on his hips, his hands supporting her full backside. Walking her to the recently cleared table, he lay Kit down on the edge and put her thighs on his shoulders. A delicious blush spread over her cheeks and skin. Tavias and Hauck captured her hands on either side before she could cover herself again.
Kit gasped sharply, pulling against the restraint – but Quinton could see she was aroused by it as well. A new wave of envy rushed through him. How did they know, how did they feel where that perfect balance of harshness and gentleness lay? They played her anxiety and sensitivity like a fine violin, stroking each taut note to the peak of arousal yet never pushing past the edge. A hint of danger, a whisper of torment. But never panic. Never pain. They were everything he was not. If he held Kit down, he was certain there would be marks on her wrists and darkness in her eyes.
Cyril gripped the inside of Kit's thighs and licked between her folds, his eyes closed in pleasure. Quinton could imagine what Kit must taste like. Citrus and cinnamon and wildness. A determination coated in a shy shell. His cock jerked, the pressure nearly making him roar. He tore the laces of his fly open before the pressure made him gag, giving his cock more room.
Cyril quickened his lapping and Kit writhed atop the table. His hands, which were keeping her thighs parted, glistened with her arousal. Kit’s whines rose and she arched, pressing herself into him. Stars, she was responsive.
Cyril sucked and Kit’s body spasmed in the pleasure of release, which Hauck was right there to swallow. He pressed his mouth over hers, drinking in her sounds, the scales on his temples as erect as the rest of him. Hauck purred and sucked Kit's bottom lip, staying with her while her shudders built and slowed. Meanwhile, Tavias's oiled palms rubbed her all over with a blanket of reassurance and protection.
Tavias ran his canines over her skin lightly.
Kit whined and squirmed.
Quinton gripped the back of a chair, his hand trembling.
Cyril lifted his head and licked his canines clean. Quinton already knew what Cyril intended before he looked to Tavias for permission.
“She is ready,” Tavias said.
Cyril opened his fly and let his cock spring out with a wet blop. He lined his cock up at her entrance, the thin lines of scales on either side of his shaft laying flat for now. That would change when Cyril got inside her. Those scales were one of the reasons females sought dragons out so fiercely.
“Wait.” Kit tried to jerk up, only now fully understanding Cyril’s intentions. “I don’t know –”
"You are ready for this," Hauck told Kit, teasing her ear with his teeth. "We are all here. It will be a ride of a lifetime, pet. Hang on tight."
“Very tight.” Tavias lowered his mouth over Kit's breast, and held her hand.
“You're dripping,” Cyril whispered. “You want to be filled.”
The chair Quinton was gripping creaked.
"Kit’s right breast is open," Hauck murmured to him. "See what you can do with it, Quinton."
He took a step forward, then stopped, catching a shadow of another bruise. One he hadn’t expected. One of many that would no doubt be coming to the surface in the next hours.
