Page 100 of Dragon Fight

Brom wanted this with me, with Draven, you could see it in every line of his body, in the hard strain of his cock, but he’d turn his back on all of it if I asked and that was all I needed to know. I pulled away from Draven, his hands reluctant to let me go. As I straddled my man, staring down at him, unable to stop looking at the way Brom’s hair fanned out across the pillow, my fingers reaching out to scratch through his beard, I told him my truth.

“I love you, you know,” I said as he took my hand and kissed the palm.

“Do I?” He shot me a lazy grin. “I don’t think I hear it anywhere near enough.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

We collapsed into giggles as I kissed his face over and over until he pulled me close and held me there. And then I learned how jealousy was an indiscriminate blade, willing to slice into anyone. When I rolled over, Draven watched us with a look of such terrible longing that I wasn’t surprised to see his hands balled in fists, held at his sides so as not to grab for us.

“You don’t know who you want more,” I said, on a whim, testing the prince again.

“You assume it's more one than the other,” was his response. And then Draven launched himself at us. I was pressed tight to Brom’s chest as Draven devoured my mouth, forcing my lips wider, his tongue deeper, as though he wanted to climb inside me or swallow me whole. When, finally, we pulled back, both panting with bee stung lips, his focus shifted.

To Brom.

Draven paused, and that sent a flush of pleasure through me. He waited for me to show my approval, and I gave a tiny nod in recognition. And then I saw how different their kiss was from the one between Marcus and his lad.

These two men were equals, even if rank decided otherwise, and they reached for each other with a kind of familiarity I couldn’t achieve, before each claiming the other’s mouth as theirs. They were hard, harder with each other than they were with me, as if with another man they didn’t need to be careful. I don’t know if I wanted to be a recipient of that kind of ferocity, but it was a pleasure to watch. It was like a part of a glacier shearing off and sinking into the sea, the jaws of a wolf snapping down on a rabbit’s neck. It was beautiful and terrible. And when they pulled away, they smiled at my fascination.

“So will you—?” I started to say.

“No more than this tonight,” Draven said. “Well, between me and Brom. He’s right—”

“I often am,” Brom retorted.

“If this is to work, then we need to take it slowly.”

I snorted. “You didn’t with me.”

Both of them reached an arm up to pull me down into the space between them, their bodies rolling over to trap mine.

“No.” Draven’s finger traced one of the curls Eloise had left in my hair. “I don’t suppose I did. But you are such a tender little morsel, you can hardly blame the wolves for falling on you.”

And I didn’t. Their lips landed on my skin in tandem, leaving a searing trail each time. One down the sensitive slope of my neck, his knee pushing between my thighs to separate them. And the other? His mouth burned its way down the slope of my breast until I pulled in a breath at the feel of his tongue flicking over the tight bead of my nipple.

“Tell me she’s always this sensitive,” Draven asked Brom. “Or don’t. Tell me it's just for me.”

Brom’s hands slid under my breasts, and it felt like he was making an offering of me to the prince.

“It’s just for us,” he promised.

“Of course I bloody am,” I growled, reaching over and pulling Draven’s head back down, his mouth finding my nipple obediently, then sucking hard on it. My back arched at the sudden stab of pleasure. “I was untouched before I met you lot.”

“Were you?” Draven pulled free despite my urgings, but his hands slid down to between my legs, playing with the slick flesh there. “No man has ever touched what belongs to us? Why the hell is that so bloody arousing?”

“Because she knew she was ours,” Brom insisted, with the ridiculous logic of lovers. “Some part of her knew. Now.” He reached over and pushed Draven’s head down. “Lick my wife’s cunt and get her all wet for me, because if I don’t sink my cock in her soon, I’m fairly sure I might burst.”

“You think you married a good man,” Draven told me, even as he moved to obey. “But he’s really a bossy prick.”

“You would kn—” My sharp retort was cut off the moment Draven pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee.

“Yes, milady, you were saying?”

Draven’s voice was arch and full of amusement, but his groan quickly followed mine as he kissed his way higher. Brom pressed his mouth to my neck as his hands covered my breast, my pearl throbbing with each tug of my nipples as his hands worked. Then Draven’s tongue flicked out, sliding between my folds and noisily collecting every drop of me, before fastening his lips around my pearl.

“Gods…”

The whole day had been one surprise after another, but none of them had more impact than this. They were right, the two of them did work well together. One of Brom’s hands slid under my bottom to press two fingers into my aching entrance. That combination of soft flickering tongue and the insistent stretch of Brom’s fingers drove me out of my mind. But it was my husband’s constant stream of praise, telling me in earthy terms how wet my cunt was, how hot and slick, how beautiful I was and, when he tilted my head to face him, how much he loved me. When my peak arrived, it was like the sun when it rose, slowly, slowly staining the night sky pink, then glowing brighter and brighter until you were forced to look away or go blind from the radiance.

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