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“Yes, Bane.”

“Good girl,” he purred approvingly. Lily frowned, though at
herself or Bane she didn’t know. She really, really should not like it when he
said th—

“Ow!” As uncomfortable as the pinch had been, it hurt more
when he let go. He said nothing in reply but led her forward until her knees
touched the bed. She put her palms on the soft covers, grateful for their
solidity.

“Come up on the bed, Lily,” Darek said from somewhere in
front of her. She knelt on the mattress, shivering from nerves and arousal. The
bed dipped as Darek approached, taking her hands in his. “Do you have any idea
how lovely you are?” he asked.

She hesitated, not sure what to say. Then his mouth was on
hers, his warm hands covering her breasts in the chill of the room. The bed
dipped behind her and Bane’s shins bracketed hers, his hand clasping both of
hers firmly in the small of her back, urging her closer to Darek. Without her
eyesight, Lily’s world became one of sensation, and they were its beating
heart. Surrounded by their bodies, she felt secure, safe, wanton.

“Tell him what you want, Lily,” Bane murmured in her ear.

“I want
you
,” she said immediately, her voice
cracking. She felt more than heard his deep laugh behind her. Wet warmth
encircled one of her breasts as Darek licked and kissed it, and a
hand—Bane’s?—tapped lightly between her legs, just above where she ached and
wept for them. She tried to open her legs, yielding, but Bane’s knees around
her own prevented it.

“Which one of us, love?”
Oh God.
Lily thought she
might burst into flames.

“Both of you,” she managed. A calloused finger touched her
lips and she opened her mouth, sucking and laving it with her tongue. The
tortured sound from in front of her told her it was Darek’s finger in her
mouth.

“I want to hear more,” Bane said, the stubble of his jaw
rasping against her ear. “Tell me what you felt the first time I kissed you,”
he demanded, tapping the plug with his fingers. Her head spun.

“B-branded,” she stammered. “You smelled so good.”

“And later, when you rode Darek’s cock? What did you feel?”

An incoherent noise escaped her as she tried to verbalize
for him. She wanted—no, she
needed
to be fucked so badly. “So full. I
wanted…” She searched for words. “I wished there were two of me. I felt greedy.
I wanted to be as full of you as I was of him.”

Hands—Darek’s?—settled on both sides of her waist, lifting
her. At the same time, Bane released her and she grasped Darek’s shoulders for
support. He lay back, drawing her over him so that she straddled his waist.
Once she had her balance, she reached behind her and found Darek’s cock,
wrapping one hand around the thick shaft and exploring the silken skin of his
balls with the other. Darek groaned.

“Take me, Lily. Ride me right now or I swear to God I’ll die
on this bed,” he growled, his voice cracking.

She didn’t need to be asked twice. But… “Bane?” she asked.

“Right here, love.”

“I want you in me too,” she said. She couldn’t be sure, but
she thought she felt him tremble. There was a pause, long enough to make her
wonder if he’d heard her, and then he spoke again.

“It will be easier if you mount him first,” Bane told her,
struggling to keep his voice even. His cock was so hard it hurt and his heart
was pounding with anticipation. She did as he said, lifting her hips for Darek,
who guided his thick girth into her with a joyous shout. Her head fell back and
she whimpered. Bane watched them for a moment, entranced by the sight of
Darek’s cock, glistening with her wet heat, thrusting deep into her welcoming
body.

Bane had always prided himself on being in control. After
all, he was older than Darek and had long been his mentor. But right now he was
terrified to take what she offered. She was so sweet, so perfect, and he was so
goddam horny. He was either going to come all over her like a yearling before
he even penetrated her—or he was going to lose control and fuck her like an
animal in heat and hurt her. Sweat beaded on his brow.

He was staring at his hand, considering other options, when
he felt a gentle, feminine presence in his mind—soft, like a caress.
Lily?

A picture formed in his mental theater—himself and Darek,
filling Lily completely, together. In the vision she turned her head, pinning
him with her exotic amber gaze, full of desire. The yearning he felt was hers—a
need to be consumed, taken, loved by both of them. The sound of her voice was
faint in his mind but her words were clear.

I know you, Bane. You won’t hurt me. I want both of my
mates, both of my dragons, to make love to me. Now.

Bane moved forward on his knees between Darek’s legs. Darek
grew still.

Bane put his palm in the center of Lily’s back, pushing down
lightly. “Lie on top of him, love,” he told her.

Obediently she lay over Darek, touching his face with her
hands as if to read his expression. Darek smiled as her fingers traced his lips
and she smiled back. Keeping her fingers on his mouth, she leaned down to kiss
him.

Bane watched them, marveling. He could feel her in his
mind—not a vision now or coherent words but a bundle of emotions. Profound
affection, excitement, anticipation and something that he sensed was entirely
new to her—hope. Wanting nothing hidden from his gaze, Bane reached forward and
slipped the blindfold off. She blinked in the light and turned her head,
smiling at him radiantly. His chest tightened.

“God, you’re stunning,” he murmured. He touched the back of
the plug. “Push against me while I take this out.”

She nodded and he slid it out of her in one smooth,
deliberate motion. She tensed but he sensed he hadn’t hurt her. He stroked her
back, running two fingers down her spine.

“Are you ready for me, Lily?” he asked. She nodded again,
this time vehemently, a shiver following his hand down her back.

He positioned the head of his cock above Darek’s at the rim
of her pink rosebud entrance. With great care, he pushed forward until he
slipped inside the tight ring. She gasped, squeezing him hard, and he paused,
keeping himself very still.

“It’s okay. Breathe and give yourself a second to relax. I
won’t move until you’re ready,” he reassured her. Then Darek took a couple of
long, slow strokes inside her and he wondered if he could keep his word. He and
Darek had shared women before and on those few occasions he’d tolerated the
sensation of another man’s cock against his. But this—sharing Lily felt
right
.
Exquisitely, perfectly
right
. He waited patiently, enjoying the feel of
her soft, submissive, feminine form beneath him.

Lily moaned, her hips twitching in response to Darek’s
gentle thrusts. After a moment he felt the inner ring of her anal muscle begin
to relax around him. Her breathing was more even now and deeper. Experimentally
he pushed forward, giving her another inch of his thick erection. She cried
out, her thighs trembling, her legs spreading wider to accommodate him.

“Oh—oh
wow
,” she breathed.

Darek chuckled. “Is that a good thing?” he asked, tucking a
strand of hair behind her ear.

“Oh yes, it’s good,” she purred, curving her back slightly
to look at Bane. Her hips tilted invitingly, offering him better access.
“More,” she crooned, and for a second he thought he might lose it.

At any other moment, he’d have been inclined to make her
earn it somehow. But right now she was every bit the seductress that was her
birthright…and every bit his mate, asking to be claimed. He could deny her
nothing.

He pushed forward, sinking his cock into her. His eyelids
drifted closed as he listened to her soft cries of pleasure and astonishment.
At last he hilted in her, the slick, velvet heat an amazing sensory contrast
with Darek’s hard cock on the other side of her inner wall. Placing his hands
on her shoulders for leverage, Bane began moving in and out of her in a
measured rhythm that Darek matched.

The effect on Lily was explosive. She rode them with
abandon, sheathing their cocks with her succulent body. Charmed, Bane watched
with Darek as their once quiet, shy librarian dropped the last of her defenses.
She asked for exactly what she wanted, told them precisely how and where she
liked it. The Dom in him was silent for once and Darek didn’t utter a single
objection. They gave her everything she asked of them, bringing her to climax over
and over.

At last, Darek wrapped a restraining arm around her waist
and held her firmly. “Lily, I won’t last three seconds more and I’m not ready
to come. Please, slow down.”

She calmed some then, letting them set the pace. She turned
her energies to raining kisses on every part of them she could reach, from
Bane’s fingertips on her shoulders to Darek’s face, lips, ears and neck. Darek
laughed and exchanged a glance with Bane over her shoulder.

Bane could not remember ever seeing Darek so carefree. “Lily,
you are an exquisite creature,” Bane said. He thrust into her welcoming body,
taking what she offered and giving what she asked with a pleasure so sublime it
was almost painful. Her wild little cries were erotic music to his ears. He
lingered in her mind and he sensed Darek there as well. The pairing was nearly
complete.

In their shared mental space, he and Darek felt her orgasm
approaching. They would join her this time. Her thoughts fragmented and her
body jerked, her cries increasing in frequency and pitch. He felt Darek drive
balls-deep into her pussy and he followed suit, filling, possessing Lily
utterly. She shouted, a sound that morphed into a groan, and held on tightly to
Darek. Bane felt her storm of sensation condense into a single, brilliant grain
for an endless, aching moment then explode, leaving her whimpering and shaking
in its wake. The pulsing tide of her pleasure took both men with her over the
edge. Bane came deep in her in long, shuddering waves, Darek’s simultaneous
shout echoing in his ears.

Lily was drifting, lightheaded, feeling sleepy, relaxed and
owned
inside and out. She lay sated in Bane and Darek’s dual embrace, the last
shudders of her climax gripping their still-hard cocks.

“My God, woman,” Darek murmured reverently, brushing his
thumb from the side of her breast down to her waist, resting it on her hip. She
smiled and sighed deeply, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. “You
amaze me.”

Lily felt Bane withdraw from her. Her back curved
reflexively at the unexpected sensation and she sighed at the loss. Immediately
his hands were on her, spreading her cheeks to examine her.

“Are you all right, Lily? Did I hurt you?”

She laughed, swatting at his hands. “Yes, Doctor, I’m fine,”
she told him, but he must not have been satisfied with that. He continued to
inspect her, his hands slipping on her lubricated skin. She waited, keeping her
face buried in Darek’s neck, grateful that she didn’t have to look either one
of them in the eye right now. After a moment she felt him push a finger into
her entrance. She yelped in protest, awkwardly half turning on top of Darek to
glare at him.

“I. Am.
Fine
,” she said firmly. Unfazed, he rotated
his finger in her, his expression clinical and distant. Darek laughed aloud,
causing his cock to twitch unexpectedly in her pussy. Lily gasped at the
disturbing conflation of post-coital joy with a rectal exam from her other
lover. She started to move up, protesting, but Bane’s firm hand on her hip held
her still. “Bane!” she yelled, outraged.

“Hush. Be
still
, Lily,” he said, reaching deeper. Her
back flexed harder in response.
Damn.
He was using That Voice, the one
that caused a funny feeling low in her belly. She ceased her protests, making
an emphatic “humph” sound against Darek’s chest—just in case he hadn’t gotten
the gist of her displeasure.

Darek gathered her hair back with one big hand and patted
her insulted bottom with the other. “He’s just making sure you’re safe, Lily.”
She growled, indignant, and turned to give Bane a piece of her mind—but before
she could speak the offending finger was gone. He smiled, the doctor delivering
good news, ignoring her murderous glare.

“You’re fine.”

“You… You… I
told
you that!” she sputtered. He
swatted her butt affectionately and picked up one of the forgotten towels at
the foot of the bed, drying his hands.

“And you got your medical degree where?” he asked, backing
off the bed. She moved to go after him but Darek held her fast, chuckling.

“It’s okay, Lily, really. Just let it be.”

“I’ll make it up to you!” Bane called from the hallway.
With
what
?
she wondered, her ill temper receding with his footsteps. The
answer came unexpectedly, a blinding vision of herself from his perspective,
wild in the throes of orgasm. From within his memory, she could feel the tight
ring of her anus stroking the length of his cock, the pressure building in his
balls as he approached his own climax.

The shift in perspective from female to male was
fascinating. She felt in his memory the masculine complement of her feminine
needs. As instinctive as her own urge to yield was his to thrust, to fill, to
lose himself in her.
Interesting.
Bane’s amusement filled her mind as
clearly as the words he conveyed over their psychic connection—

Always the scholar. You are fascinating, Lily Sinclair.

“Oh,” she murmured, her eyes wide. The intimacy of the
psychic contact was unexpected. It left her a little dizzy. She’d felt their
“conversation” a few moments ago, had struggled to show him how she felt, but
she hadn’t been aware of forming words. She tried to form a reply in her mind,
to respond along this new line of communication, wonderment filling her. But as
quickly and easily as he’d penetrated her thoughts, Bane was gone.