Dragon's Desire (7 page)

Guy laughed, then jutted his chin toward Drago behind her. “She has a point.”

Drago grunted, something she heard and felt since it jerked his cock inside her. The finger in her ass eased out. A hand cupped the back of her head, then threaded through her hair and pulled—tight enough to sting her scalp.

But she got his point. She arched her back and dug her knees in closer, tilting her ass so high Guy had to follow her to keep her clit resting against him.

Drago’s free hand ran down her side, cupped her ass and squeezed, then he powered forward, shoving so deep
she
grunted.

He followed it with more powerful strokes, deep and sharp, angling to one side then the other, rubbing her inner walls until the friction burned. Lips glided along her jaw, and she turned her face to meet Guy’s kiss, while her body jerked with each slamming thrust.

Drago’s strokes quickened, his groin slapping her skin. She moaned into Guy’s mouth, and he thrust his tongue deep into hers.

Within seconds, she came hard, her entire body going rigid as her orgasm spiraled deep inside. She cried out, lifted her head, and screamed with the overwhelming pleasure.

Drago’s movements slowed; he stroked now to ease her down from the precipice, then withdrew. He moved away.

Guy rolled, laying her down on the mattress. His hands pushed her hair from her sweaty cheeks.

“You’re hard again,” she said, wetting her ravaged mouth with her tongue.

The men moved together, their cocks touching, tip to tip, then gliding together. Drago cupped his hands around them both, and they stroked each other.

“What will we do?” Guy asked, his jaws and cheeks taut with desire.

“I have an idea,” Angela said.

When both men stared down, she moved again, feet facing the headboard. She reached for Drago’s cock and pulled until he came down on his hands and knees over her, his sex angled toward her mouth. He drew closer, lowering until his face was between her legs. His strong body arched over hers, then he widened his stance, exposing the seam of his buttocks, his balls.

Guy moved toward Drago, reaching tentatively to cup the hard muscle. When Drago didn’t flinch, he reached between his legs and fondled Drago’s balls, which hardened as he palmed them. Guy wrapped his hands around them, squeezed, and tugged.

Drago moaned, so did Angela, whose eyes opened to peek up at Guy from beneath Drago. She winked then wagged her head, taking more of Drago’s cock into her throat.

Guy winked back and knelt behind Drago. He spit into his fingers, then rubbed the moisture around Drago’s anus.

Drago growled, but didn’t try to move away—encouragement enough for Guy. He moved closer, stroked his cock, then gripped it just behind the head and flexed his hips to push it against Drago’s tight little hole. Drago’s ass was cinched closed, but Guy wasn’t giving up, He pressed his thumbs on either side of his entrance, opening it, then pushed again, and this time Drago took the blunt tip inside.

Lust building, Guy bracketed Drago’s hips and flexed again, pushing deeper and deeper, then retreating before pushing inside again. The sounds of suctioning kisses beneath them both increased.

Why now? Why after all these years? They’d shared beds, but with a woman between them. Something had happened out there on the atoll. He’d felt the spark the moment Drago pierced Angela’s innocence. He’d felt it in his fingertips as he’d played with her nipples. That had been the moment that bound them, irreversibly together. And he couldn’t be sorry. Not when it felt so damn good.

Guy’s deep thrusts quickened, burning him inside, tightening his balls until they felt hard as stones and his engorged cock felt ready to split in two. But he wasn’t coming without Angel. He went down on his elbows, slid his hands beneath her and wrapped his fingers around so that he parted her then stroked her tender pink flesh and entered her as his mouth latched around her distended clit.

She shouted around his cock, but he shoved it deeper, tapping the back of her throat until she eased her jaws and took him deeper still.

Then sure that her pleasure was expanding, he concentrated on the sensations of Guy pounding against his buttocks, his searing cock thrusting deep.

When small fingers wrapped around his balls and stroked, he was done. With one thrust, he spilled his seed into Angela’s throat and suctioned hard on her clit until she vibrated, hips pumping, thighs trembling.

Guy shouted and drove deep, holding still inside him as he came, then slowly withdrawing. Drago pushed up on his arms to let Angela disengage and escape. Then he fell to the mattress, exhausted, too weak to think about what had happened, but...happy.

A body snuggled against his side. He peeked at Angela whose lazy smile matched his own. Then Guy wedged in to his other side and draped an arm over his body. Trapped between his two lovers, Drago closed his eyes, ready to sleep and dream dreams free of a haunted past.

He grunted, but the corners of his lips curled upward. “Don’t think you can lead us.”

“Yeah, yeah. Only because it was my first time, right?” She smiled, unable to contain her glee. “I’m not tired—or the least bit sore...”

His eyes widened. A sparkle gleamed in his blue eyes. “I’d say that’s unfortunate, because I really should bathe before—”

With a gasp, she sat upright. “A bath! And food. Then—”

Drago groaned, rolled to his side, and grabbed her. She gave a squeal as he sat up then planted her atop his waist. “I don’t need a bath, but I do need for you to do most of the work.”

Angela reached behind and fondled his cock. “It’s convenient, isn’t it? That I have two of these to play with?”

The men shared baleful glances then began to laugh.

As she worked, hands tugging and squeezing until Drago’s erection seemed stiff enough to do the trick, she thought that maybe, she should pace herself. They did have an eternity to pleasure each other. “Do you think we’ll travel soon?” she asked as she rose to slide her dragon’s cock inside her. Gliding down, she sighed, “I’d like to see a bit of the world.”

Drago tweaked a tender nipple. “Guy, we’ll have to spell each other to keep this one satisfied.”

With Guy’s hands guiding her up and down—when had he moved?—she closed her eyes and dreamed of all the wonders she’d see. “Do you think the dragon might come out to play—once in a while?”

“Liked its tongue, did you?” drawled Drago.

“I want to ride its back. Up to the clouds.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

She blinked open her eyes to find him grinning. “I should pace myself, shouldn’t I?”

Guy hugged her from behind. “Maybe she’s ready for both of us, Drago. I don’t know how else we’ll ever get some sleep.”

Thighs moving in rhythm, she rose and fell on the hot thick shaft while Guy’s fingers played with a nipple and her clit. “I’ll let you lead. Most of the time.”

“She’s never going to behave, is she?” Guy huffed out a breath.

Although by his tone, he didn’t sound displeased. A thrill ran through her.

“We’ll just have to keep one step ahead. Keep her off balance.”

Angela liked the sound of that. Liked the fullness between her legs, the rough hands scouring her body. “This curse was more of a blessing, wasn’t it? For me, at least.”

Guy kissed her cheek, then turned her head to mate his mouth with hers. Then he gripped her chin to point her to Drago who came up on his elbows to kiss her too. “
You
are the blessing,” he said, his voice gruff.

The three of them fell together, a tangle of limbs, mouths and fingers questing, hearts entwined.