Page 29 of Kingdom of Ashes & Bone
“How about you ride the dragon, flower?” Zariah nipped playfully at the back of my neck. I arched against him automatically, practically purring. He gently pushed me down toward his brother and I complied, pouting a bit.
Zion’s cock was already at attention for me. I crawled into his lap and straddled him, lining up my hips until he was poised at my entrance. I hesitated, wanting to be just a little difficult.
“Mari,” Zariah grumbled at my back.
I shot him a grin over my shoulder as Zion’s hands formed an iron grip on my hip bones and shoved me down on his cock.
I gasped at the sudden intrusion, but the fullness and warmth of him quickly spread through my entire body.
“Yes, that’s it. Now ride him.”
Zion and I moved against each other as Zariah went behind me, running his hands over my body. It was so much sensation that I moaned.
“You hear that? Such an eager little flower.”
“I’m gonna ‘flower’ you if you don’t cut it out,” I gasped out.
Zariah chuckled as his hand snuck up my throat. “Is that so?Flower?”
I growled and tried to throw him off, but he held me too tightly. Secretly, I was thrilled at the dominance and struggle play. It was a safe way of testing my boundaries and limits. And so, so hot.
Zion bucked beneath me, snapping his hips and grinding against me, his grip so hard I knew he would leave bruises on my hips. The thought only turned me on more.
“Do you want both dragons at the same time?” Zariah breathed into my ear. I trembled a bit at thought, willing but also unsure and cautious.
“What—”
“Just relax. Do you trust us not to hurt you?”
His hand flexed over my throat, squeezing and loosening reflexively. I made a hum of satisfaction.
“I like being hurt a bit,” I protested. I wasn’t some fragile flower like Freesia or the twins. I was a survivor. I was a mud girl.
Zariah’s nose nuzzled into the middle of my shoulder blade as he inhaled my scent. “Just relax.”
Gently, he pushed me down so I was chest to chest with Zion, who enthusiastically seized the opportunity to pull one of my breasts into his mouth. My hips moved faster as he sucked and bit on the nipple, my distraction so great I barely noticed as Zariah got into position behind me, one hand splayed on my lower back. He reached down with one hand and covered it in my juices, then withdrew. The sound of him covering himself in me sent a new wave of heat between my legs.
“Relax.”
His cock nudged up against my rear, and pushed in carefully. I tensed immediately out of reflex. Zion grabbed my hair and bit down hard on my breast. I went boneless and cried out in pleasure, and Zariah pushed forward. It stung, but only a little. It also felt … full, and dangerously right.
I bucked back against Zariah, and he sank a little further. He hissed in surprise, and Zion tugged me back down, demanding my attention as he gave a hard thrust up into me.
“Easy. We need to share. Give and take, so we don’t hurt her.” Zariah lectured Zion.
I expected Zion to snap at his brother like he had all night with his possessive dragon, but he only nodded solemnly. My worries vanished; both of my dragons were in control and focused on me.
Zariah pushed again, groaning in appreciation as he sat fully seated in me as I relaxed. My breathing hitched as he ran a hand up and down my back in a soothing circle. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Isn’t she, Zion?”
Zion didn’t answer, still in the middle of his feast on my breasts. Zariah took the opportunity to thrust a few times, then went still. Zion thrust up next, and soon both of them established a rhythm that had my mind wiped blank of any thoughts. It was only me, them, and the sensation of being so utterly complete I could have died content.
“Gods, she’s incredible,” Zariah grit against my ear. Zion made a strangled noise of agreement, but I wasn’t focused on them anymore. My own release was building, especially as Zariah bent over me, his fingers slipping down to rub and tease. I bucked and writhed against him, desperately trying to scratch an itch that kept evading me.
“Don’t tense. Just let it happen,” he soothed. “Take both of our cocks. Take them.”
My mind ceased to work as I let go of all my inhibitions and gave myself up fully to them. That elusive itch in my core stretched higher and higher, and I realized I’d never be able to stay angry at either of them over anything. They were my world, and I was theirs.
I was close to falling over the edge, feeling the brink so sharply I stopped breathing. A sting on my neck pulled me back, the pain keeping from teething over the edge at the last second. A whine of protest escaped my throat even as I dully registered that Zion had sunk two fangs into my neck. My entire body went limp and warm. It was like liquid pleasure was replacing every last drop of blood. I waited for Zariah to get angry or chastise Zion for letting his dragon take control once again, but he was silent.
