“Not exactly. This gives you the same mellowness that drinking a glass of scotch would, but it’s temporary. At any time, I can make its effects disappear.”
“I don’t know…” I pause my pacing and consider his words. If something is really wrong, then I need to be calm. Ready to act. Freaking out is the least useful thing I can do. “Okay. What do I need to do?”
The tip of Mateo’s finger lengthens into a talon-like claw. The ability to partially shift takes immense control and concentration; it’s a testament to the power that Mateo has over not only his magic but his dragon too. “It starts with a simple blood exchange,” he says pricking his finger.
I offer him my own willingly. The sharp sting is gone as soon as Mateo’s bloodied finger touches mine.
“Relax,” Mateo’s says, his voice taking on the same cadence that Zyrian’s did when he was inside my mind. Except Mateo feels like a warm fuzzy blanket that I want to curl up in, and Zyrian’s was laced with darkness.
I close my eyes and concentrate on what Mateo is doing. My anxiety feels like a set of too-tight clothes, and his magic is removing them. When he’s done, he neatly folds it and puts it away in a drawer inside my mind. It’s still there. I can sense it, but I’m no longer overwhelmed by it.
“Better?” he asks.
“Much. Thank you.” I glance at my finger, and even though I shouldn’t be, I’m surprised to see it’s been healed. Mateo shrugs like it’s nothing, and I suppose to him it really isn’t.
Mateo pulls me into his arms, and flames of need lick across my skin. The blood magic a powerful aphrodisiac, one that I can’t deny. Suddenly I’m consumed by the desire to be closer to my dragons. Now.
Yes. I know it probably seems crazy to be thinking about sex at a time like this. It is crazy. Mateo’s removed the worry from my mind, but he hasn’t removed the voice of common sense that looks at me and says, Really? Is now the time?
Then again, why not? Mateo, Rhys, and Casius seem absolutely insistent that I stay inside the castle. The fog of fear in my mind is temporarily gone, and only lust remains in its wake. I might as well take advantage.
I grab Mateo by the back of his neck and pull his lips to mine. Without missing a beat, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he takes control of the kiss. “Need you,” I whimper into his mouth.
“Need you too, tesoro,” he groans. “Take off your clothes.”
“Only if you do too,” I taunt, feeling lighter than I have in days. Man, that blood magic is powerful stuff. Who needs Prozac when you’ve got a dragon mage around?
He quirks up an eyebrow, a broad smile parting his lips. Slowly, he starts to strip. When his shirt hits the floor, I drop my own. He removes his shoes and socks, and I follow suit. Our pants are next, and I suck in a breath when his erection springs free. Mateo stands before me stripped bare like a Greek god. My mouth waters at the sight.
“You’re overdressed,” Rhys says, commenting on the fact that I’m still wearing my bra and panties. “Let me help with that.”
My underwear hits the floor, and then I’m tossed over Rhys’ shoulder. He unceremoniously drops me onto the bed, knocking the wind from my lungs. “Hey,” I protest.
He grins at me as he starts stripping out of his own clothes. “So impatient,” he says with a shake of his head, climbing on the bed and settling atop me. The bed dips to our right and then our left. I practically purr in anticipation as Mateo and Casius join us. It’s a little strange to have three of them in bed with me, but it also feels really right.
Rhys kisses his way down my body, settling between my legs with his mouth hovering over my pussy. Mateo and Casius suck my nipples between their lips, sending delicious heat spiraling through me.
I throw my head back as pleasure engulfs me. This is so good.
Casius releases my nipple from the deep suction of his mouth. With a hand buried in his hair, I pull his mouth to mine. Our kiss is wild and passionate and out-of-control. Rhys continues his delicious torture of my clit while Mateo nips and sucks my breast.
I rip my lips away from Casius on a moan. “Oh God, I’m gonna…”
“Give it to me, little thief.” Rhys buries his tongue inside me, rubbing little circles around my clit with his thumb. I cry out his name as my orgasm rolls through me.
Fuck. That was amazing. And judging by the looks in their eyes, we’re only getting started.
“Delicious,” Rhys says, sounding satisfied. He kisses me deeply, and I kiss him back, tasting myself on his lips. I’m still lost in post-orgasmic bliss when Rhys rolls us until I’m straddling him. I grind my hips into him and shudder when his hard cock presses against my clit. I work my hips back and forth, rubbing against him. “That’s it, love,” he encourages. “Ride me.”
Don’t mind if I do.
Reaching a hand between our bodies, I guide his cock to my entrance and slowly slide down his thick shaft. My head falls back as he fills me. I rock my hips, grinding down on him as I go. “Do you want more?” Rhys asks, holding my gaze in his. “Fancy kicking it up a notch?”
There’s three of them, so I don’t have to be a mind-reader to know what he’s talking about. And I’m game. “Always,” I reply, my lips tugging up in a smile.
“I thought you’d say that.” Rhys pulls me down against his chest, one firm hand on my lower back holding me still.
A cold drizzle of liquid drips down my ass followed by a gentle press of a finger—Casius’. I shudder as he slowly works his finger inside me, filling me in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Mmm… that’s it, love,” Rhys praises. “Casius is going to fuck that perfect ass of yours while I’m buried in this tight little pussy.”
My emotions are swinging between ‘holy fuck’ and ‘hell yes.’ Before I can settle on a state, Casius adds another finger, and I moan as he stretches my ass. I wiggle in Rhys hold, needing more. I’m not even sure what more is, but I need it. Then Casius’ fingers are gone, and I’m left desperate. “Please…” I sob.
Then he’s there. His thick cock pressing against my back hole. Slowly he presses forward until I feel the heat of his pelvis against my ass. I groan at how full I am, overwhelmed by it in the best possible way.
“You okay?” Rhys asks.
“Couldn’t be better.” I wriggle between them, wanting them to move. They are being so careful not to hurt me.
Not just during sex. They’re always watching out for me. Never smothering, but always there if I need them. I have it pretty damn good.
That realization makes me fall a little deeper for my dragons. I won’t say love—not yet—but I’m in deep with my mates. Scarily so.
“Move,” I urge.
“Once again, so impatient,” Casius says with a half-laugh.
He slowly pulls out, then pushes back in. They set a rhythm. Every time Casius withdraws, Rhys thrusts. Every time Casius thrusts, Rhys withdraws. I’m a mindless, boneless mess of sensation as they work my body.
I reach out to Mateo, wanting—no, needing—to feel connected to him as well. I grip his shaft in my hand and pump him in a way meant to drive him crazy. His groan spikes my desire.
I’m teetering on the edge of release. One more swivel of Rhys’ pelvis against my clit and I’m going to explode. I try to shy away from my impending climax. It feels bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before, and it scares me a little. Something tells me nothing will ever be the same after tonight. Trying to distract myself, I lean over and take Mateo into my mouth.
“Fuck, tesoro. Yes, suck me.” Not needing any encouragement, I suck him harder and deeper. I’m not sure why I thought this would be a distraction, because having him in my mouth is nothing but more pleasure. All I’ve done is add another level of arousal to the mix.
“I can’t hold on much longer,” Casius gasps.
“I’m right there with you.” Rhys punctuates the thought with a rough flick of his hips.