Page 13 of The Surrender

I can take anything they give me.

QUINTESSA

Why should I care if they degrade me…use me…or abuse me? The pain is fleeting compared to the incomprehensible pleasure. If Kyan believes I should be punished for the sins of his brother against me, I’ll take it. I can take anything they give me. I’ve taken far worse from my father—from all the scars the Borderlands dealt me.

Whether my breath is silenced to the thinnest strand from Drago pummeling my tender throat to the hard pounding my pussy takes, it still means they want me. It means they’ll keep me. If I must take the dark with the light, perhaps I’d rather live on the dark side. I’ll take the walls of the storm as much as the eye. If this is the only way I can feel, then I’ll feel the storm.

So, I’ll keep them, take them however they choose. They are gods. I am a girl.

Besides, once he learns the truth, I will make sure he makes it up to me. Drago’s deep groans and how he holds the base of his cock and closes his eyes while pumping my throat is enough to have my pussy gushing.

“That’s it. Drip all over my cock, you little slut,” Kyan says, claiming my arousal even though it belongs most to Drago.

My dragon pulls out to give me the relief of air, and he rubs his thumb along my swollen lower lips and swipes away the tears plaguing one cheek. I deadpan with him, giving him my full attention. Regardless of how it angers Kyan, who hammers his rage and lust into me harder to bruise my spine, I fix my gaze on Drago. And smile.

“Oh, fuck, my filthy little queen,” he purrs over the sound of the fallen angel’s grunts. His eyes are heated and appreciative, and I arch my neck, leaning in to swirl my tongue across the crown of his cock, lapping up the beads of pre-cum. “Goddammit, Tessie!” he groans again, throwing his head back. I love the sight of his messy red locks tumbling down his chest, the scales muddied and bloodied from their battle, and all his muscles bulging with his need to come.

I take power as he invades my mouth again, besieging my throat. It’s my honor to suck off this fiery god’s monstrous cock. His body is a chiseled temple of masculine, rugged beauty from his broad, boulder-like shoulders to that indomitable chest slabbed with dragon muscle. So, I weave my fingers around to his buttocks, curving them into the thick and rich sinew there—marveling at how magnificently he’s built. I downright swoon from how we’ve bonded, how I’ll never not want Drago, the God of Fire.

Drago cups the side of my face. Carnal desire fills his deeply hooded eyes as he slows but deepens his pace, freeing me to breathe between the sensual thrusts of his hips. He seduces my mouth with his cock, and I swipe my tongue all along the base side with powerful suction at the crown to taste his fluids. If there’s one thing I learned well in the Borderlands, it’s how to suck a cock. But I’ve never enjoyed myself as much as I have while sucking Drago’s. Well…perhaps Merikh’s with his magic crosses stimulating the inside of my mouth.

I sense Kyan growing more and more infuriated by the intimacy and affection between me and Drago. Whatever pain he pounds into my pussy pales compared to the heat of lust and love the dragon shows me. As if his heart’s fire is coupled with mine in a mating dance that ripples flames into my veins and ignites my blood. My body melts before the dragon. My soul weeps from him surrendering the most sacred and vulnerable part of himself to my mouth.

A movement to his right has my eyes flicking there. I twitch my lips into a smile at the sight of Mayce watching his partner while clutching his hard length beneath his breeches. Drago grips his partner by the neck and wrenches him closer, so he may claim his mouth, tongue stabbing past the Fae’s lips. I groan around Drago’s cock, and he chuckles and says against Mayce’s mouth, “I think she likes watching us, my brother.”

“We shall give her a show sometime,” the Fae king responds before lowering his lips to rub my brow. “Good girl, Quintessa. Take him all. Suck him strong. Make it good.”

I obey. With my fingers rubbing the iron ridges of Drago’s ass, I take him deeper. Suck him stronger. Tongue him harder. I sink my nails into all that rich brawn, scraping with just enough pressure that he rolls his hips…and clenches those muscles.

While thrusting into a steady and sinful rhythm, Drago growls, “Such a sweet, dirty girl. My little Queen Tessie.”

His cherishing words mean as much to me as when he cups my breast and rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I close my eyes, spilling more tears to show my arousal. Kyan slams his palm against the wall, jerks once, and thrusts deep, finding his release. Unlike Drago, he’s silent and emotionless. And he jerks out, shoving his withering dick back in his pants. With a discontented snarl, the fallen angel drops my hips.

Thankfully Drago catches me before I may fall. Despite how I lurch, trying to catch his retreating cock back in my mouth, he chuckles, slaps it once against my cheek to wet my skin with his precum and my saliva, then slowly and seductively lowers my legs from his shoulders down, down, down to his hips.

“Savage mercies!” I whisper at the sight of him unleashing his second shaft from its protective casing.

He chuckles, leans in to rub my lips with his, then beckons me to look again. I choke on a whimper. Both cocks grow their scaled ridges, and I swoon, remembering the ecstasy those ridges brought the inside of my pussy. He prods both crowns along my folds which are still swollen and inflamed from where Kyan pounded me, his girth stretching me. I’ll stretch far more now.

“My sweet, beautiful, extraordinary girl,” he utters right before sliding both cocks into my needy slit.

Arching my neck, closing my eyes, I roll my hips to receive him. Drago presses in, rocking with purpose to bury his shafts to their deepest hilts. The moment he does, he catches my clit with his thumb and plays with it, rubbing and toggling the bundle of nerves.

“Drago, I’m-I’m-”

“Not yet, little one,” he hums against my forehead and pinches my nub to delay me.

Then, he sets to driving into me, pounding both those iron-ridged members harder and harder. Somehow, I find the strength to grip his ass again, marveling at how he groans before the rhythm of his breath changes. More sweat trickles down the sides of his face. I smile, knowing it’s my touch he responds to. They help distract me from going over the edge. But the sound of him slapping against my wet sex is a humiliating turn-on.

“Feel me ripping through your pretty pussy, my queen?” Drago whispers seductively in my ear, and I clamp my eyes shut and squeeze my muscles all around him. “That’s my girl. You want both these cocks, don’t you? Want me to fill you up with my seed?”

“Oh, gods, please!”

“One god inside you for now, my dirty girl. Relax all your muscles and exhale long and slow, Tessie,” he commands, pulling out all the way.

A number of curses flee my mouth at the same time as I exhale. With a rumbling laugh, Drago gazes at me, grips my hips, and impales me with both dragon dicks—deep and strong. His mouth finds mine, tongue stabbing inside to seize a dominant and demanding kiss. My hands claim his neck, and I moan from that savage, fiery tongue—and the feeling of his wild pulse thrumming beneath my fingers.

“NOW!” he growls.

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