Bad Dragons: Special Edition Complete Series

by Terry Bolryder

  “Oh,” I say, almost shaking as he puts a hand on either side of me on the bed, pushing me back so I’m forced to look up at him. Trapped.

  “Yes,” Van says, cupping my neck and then running his hand into my hair, winding his fingers to trap the silky strands until his hold on me is absolute and I can do nothing but helplessly wait for his kiss. “I’m going to show you what it would be like if you were mine.”

  Then he uses his hand in my hair to force my lips up against his, and I writhe as pleasure rushes through me and his tongue pushes inside my mouth, staking his claim.

  I let out a low moan as the kiss gentles, as his lips caress mine, pulling away only to come in again, his tongue playing at the seam of my mouth, licking along my lower lip.

  Finally, he takes my lower lip in his and bites down in a way that is just on the edge of pain but still pleasure.

  When I moan, he lets out a feral grunt and releases my hair.

  I have only a second to realize what’s happening before I feel him grab me by the shoulders and toss me back on the bed.

  I catch myself on my elbows, but he’s there in an instant, crawling over me and pushing my shoulder to roll me over so I’m lying on my stomach and he’s straddling my back.

  He reaches into my hair and pulls it up, forcing my head back as he brings his lips close to my ear.

  The position is slightly uncomfortable, but I’m so turned on by the way he takes control. The way I feel helpless.

  I struggle slightly against the bed just because it feels good, and Van’s lips bite down lightly on my ear.

  I hear a sharp intake of breath from Byron. “Hey, Van, are you—”

  “Your safe word is dragon,” Van says in a low, syrupy voice against my sensitive earlobe, making me jerk. “You say that at any point, and I’ll stop. But until then, you’re mine.”

  I gasp at that, and though his hand stays in my hair, he remains silent, as if waiting to give me a chance to get out of this.

  Hell no. I want Van just as he is. I trust him not to hurt me. Having a safe word only helps.

  “Good,” he says. Then his mouth comes down on the back of my neck, and there’s nowhere for me to go as pleasurable shocks shoot through me, making me writhe under his heavy body.

  “Ah,” I moan as he releases my hair and his hands grab my tee shirt instead. I’m letting my face rest against the covers when I feel his hands on my shoulders, digging into my shirt.

  I gasp as he pulls down, ripping it so my back is totally exposed to him. I squirm, trying to turn over, but his hand runs up my bare spine, making me moan as I flop back down on the bed.

  I’ve never been touched like this, in such vulnerable ways while trapped, and I never thought it could turn me on so hard.

  “Van,” I murmur because I’m already wet and aching.

  His finger is perfectly calm as it trails down my spine, stopping at the waistband of my jeans, right at the top of my ass.

  His hand moves down to squeeze one cheek lightly, then a little harder. I gasp, lifting my head, and he pushes me back down against the mattress, leaving me to squirm as his hand palms my ass possessively.

  “You’ll stay there until I’m done feeling you,” he says lightly, and oh God, it turns me on. I flush when I get an even hotter, more embarrassing thought.

  Is Byron watching?

  “Get over here, Byron.” Van’s voice is slightly harsh, like he’s not as calm as he’s pretending to be. “She wants you to watch.”

  I hear heavy footsteps as I feel something cold and hard against my skin, just above my jeans. Is that a—

  “Talon,” Van says, drawing it lightly up and down my back, making me shiver. “Remember, your safe word is dragon.”

  “I know,” I gasp out, so aroused I’m almost ticklish.

  Things only intensify when I feel the bed shake and watch Byron climb on to kneel at the head of it. In my current position, all I can see are his knees. And his thighs. Good God, is he wearing only underwear?

  I want to push myself up to take a closer look, but I hear Van let out a low chuckle.

  “You want to see him?”

  I nod fiercely.

  “You can wait. Wait until I’ve stripped you. Then I’m going to show him how you’re aching. How wet you are. Then I’m going to take you in front of his face. Make you look into his eyes as I fill you with pleasure so intense you’ll feel ashamed by how lewd you are. And it. Will. Turn. You. On.”

  I gasp helplessly as his hand, now fully human, tears my panties away and cups my sex, folding and fingering.

  Testing my wetness, stroking up against my clit.

  I hear him make a small noise of approval as he withdraws his hand. “What do you know? She’s already ready.”

  I squirm under him, embarrassed by my own wetness. “Weren’t we going to talk or something first?”

  “We were,” Van said. “But then you thought about the other dragons, what you did with them. You’re worried we won’t want you. Nothing could be further from the truth. But we do get jealous. And personally, I know what I offer that no one else does.”

  “And what’s that?” I gasp out as his finger finds my clit again and his hand holds my back down, preventing escape.

  He strokes harder against my clit, then pinches it lightly between his fingers, making me cry out. “The fulfillment of deep, dark desires you never knew you sought. Though, I can see them in your mind.”

  I let out a moan, ashamed and turned on that he read me like that but glad that we’re going to do naughty things either way.

  I think a lot of women like men to be forceful when they’re the right men. When they get consent. When there are safe words.

  It’s not that we don’t like feeling male strength. It’s just that it’s so often used against us that we fear it in the real world.

  I’m not afraid right now—except of coming so hard I pass out.

  I like what I did with Griffin and Rainier, slow and romantic. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like this as well.

  And Van’s hand, covered in my wetness, is proof.

  “Come on,” he says softly, removing his weight from me as he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me, setting me on my knees in front of him.

  Suddenly, I’m looking right at Byron.

  Van’s naughty promise echoes in my mind as I stare into Byron’s molten gold eyes.

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  Byron simply stares back at me, his handsome face tense and rigid. He bites his lower lip, and my eyes dip to the black boxer briefs he’s wearing to see a hard length there.

  So he likes this too.

  “Seeing you pleasured is everything,” Byron says in a deep voice. His tanned chest is so beautiful. I reach out to touch it and feel myself jerked back by Van, who has hold of my shoulder.

  My torn shirt has fallen down around my wrists with no back to hold it up, and Byron reaches down and jerks it away.

  “I want you naked,” he says. “And I want you to look at me. I want you to show me everything you feel. And I want you to know that very soon, it’ll be me inside you. Remember that.”

  I bite my lip because Van is caressing my bare ass, dipping down to cup my sex from behind, which is now almost dripping.

  “Kiss her,” Van says harshly, and I feel something hard pressing between my cheeks as I bend slightly forward, putting my hands on Byron’s shoulders.

  As Byron moves to kiss me, I feel Van tilting up my hips, making me moan as he nudges at my entrance.

  Oh God, if he enters me from behind, I—

  But then Byron’s lips close over mine and I feel Van pushing into me, forcing me to arch my back and lean against Byron for support.

  My hands are on Byron’s chest, his tongue is owning my mouth, and my hips are pulled back and up against Van as he continues to thrust all the way into me, filling me with a deep, indescribable pleasure that makes me ache for more.

  I rock back against him, barely able to maintain the positi
on.

  “Move back,” Van commands, and Byron releases my lips and moves back to the head of the bed as Van puts a hand on my back and forces me down so I catch myself on my hands, propped on all fours with him still inside me.

  He can go deeper now, and just when I think I can’t take any more, I feel his hips meet my ass and we’re fully together.

  God, he’s big, and he feels even bigger in this position. I want to see his beautiful eyes as he takes me and—

  “You’ll see my eyes when Byron takes you,” Van says. “You had it the normal way with the others. I’m not giving you normal now.”

  But normal is the last thing I want as Van pulls back and then thrusts into me, making my body clench with pleasurable heat.

  He feels so good, and as he continues to stroke, being in this position only helps him hit my G-spot until I feel like I can barely hold on.

  I feel something caress my chin and look up to see Byron kneeling in front of me, watching me with those golden eyes.

  “You’re safe here, Anna,” he says. “We’ll always be watching you. You’re safe to feel whatever you want.”

  And then, as Van reaches around and caresses my clit while slamming deep inside me, making me almost lose my grip on the sheets, I come so hard I can’t see straight.

  “Oh my God,” I cry out, almost dropping to the bed until I feel Van’s hand around my waist, holding me up.

  His strength allows me to simply sink into the pleasure, getting lost in the waves of sensation as I helplessly rock back against him, wanting his stroking even as I come.

  He complies, thrusting even harder, setting off stronger sparks as the waves move through me.

  I never thought I would like being taken from behind or that it would be so hot, but as Van slowly lowers so his chest is to my back and his hand tilts my face up so he can kiss me, I’m so blissful that I’m totally lost.

  And then he pulls out, thrusts in again, and comes inside me, jerking as he cries out my name in a low voice. And the pleasure starts all over again.

  Pleasure that I can make him feel this way. Pleasure that he’s now the helpless one. Pleasure that it seems to feel so good for him as his whole body tightens. As his palm splays over my stomach, holding me possessively. Holding me up.

  Holding me everywhere.

  And then he’s pulling out, and Byron is coming forward, pulling me into his arms, eyes gleaming.

  I can physically feel his need for me, and my body aches for him as well.

  He kisses me while I’m still throbbing from the aftershocks of Van’s orgasm, and the thought of it is so hot.

  I never thought I was like this. I never thought I would—

  “We all have a dark side,” Van says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Some of us are just more… in touch with ours.”

  I gasp as he moves out from behind me and I feel Byron lowering me down so I’m on my back.

  He crawls over me, propping himself up on his forearms. He gives me an apologetic smile, flashing perfect white teeth. “I guess I’m a little more old-fashioned.”

  “Fine with me,” I say, running my hands up his arms, feeling the tiny hairs there, the smooth muscles beneath.

  God, he’s huge, even compared to the other dragons. And egotistical and—

  He reaches down to pull off his boxer briefs. “Let me show you why I’m egotistical.”

  And then he’s naked, and it’s magnificent. Long, thick, perfectly shaped. I writhe just looking at it.

  I feel Van get off the bed and look up to see him standing at the foot, staring down at me.

  Then his hands each grab one of my wrists, holding me down. It’s like when I was holding on to Byron before, but this time, Van is holding me.

  I look up at him, confused, but Byron holds my chin, making me face him.

  “Look at me now,” he says, gently caressing my lower lip with his thumb. “Van can hold you so you can feel so much pleasure and not escape, but right now, you’re mine.”

  I gasp, but my legs fall open as he moves between them, forcing them apart. He hefts them and moves in, pushing my thighs so they are against my chest, and my sex is wet and aching and bared totally to him.

  I mewl as his big hands find my breasts, squeezing them and tweaking the nipples. Above me, Van is silent, but the echoes of what he did are still thrumming in my soul.

  “Poetic.” Byron moves forward, teasing his tip against my entrance. God, I can’t move my legs. I can’t get away at all, and I love it. “I’ll fuck you so well you’ll write me a sonnet.”

  I gasp and wriggle against my trapped hands, my trapped legs, as Byron begins to push into me.

  He’s so big I let out a gasp, and then inch by inch, my sex accommodates him and I let out a moan of sheer disbelief at how stretched I feel.

  I can’t even believe it can feel so intense, like a sensitive button inside me is constantly getting pressed, just from his girth. I let out a desperate moan as I wriggle forward, trying to take him in all the way.

  “Easy,” Byron says, putting a soothing hand on my stomach, stroking lightly, trying to relax me. I can feel my sex clenching around him as he holds me there, letting me adjust to him.

  Then I look up at him with a little mewl, and he sighs and pushes all the way in.

  I gasp, and Van releases my hands so I can put them around Byron’s shoulders as he falls forward, a hand on either side of my face.

  “I’m sorry. I want all of you,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. His lips are harsh, pushing mine apart so his tongue can swipe in voraciously, so deep he’s almost in my throat.

  I moan, liking being on the edge of sensation where everything is almost too much. Byron’s tongue. Byron’s big, beautiful body.

  Byron’s huge, thick—

  “Ah.” I gasp, withdrawing from his lips as his dick slides out of me slowly, making me ache, my body feeling emptier than ever without him inside.

  He pushes back in, and I sigh because it feels so right to be filled by him. I wrap my arms around his neck and look up, so turned on I can’t think about being too embarrassed to beg.

  “Faster,” I say breathlessly. “More.”

  “Yes,” he says, pulling out a few inches and then pushing deep inside me, making me stretch again as that delicious tension goes even higher. I’m so hot inside, so tightly drawn around him that just the thought of it turns me on. “Take all of me. It’s only for you, my little dragon heart.”

  I mewl, scrabbling at his back as his pace increases and pleasurable, intense strokes fill me and light me up inside, making me feel as though I could break.

  It’s too hot. It’s too good. I can’t take it, I think as we come together again and again. He takes me to the brink of falling, making me bite back a scream every time he thrusts, filling me with a delicious, almost painful sensation that’s hard to describe.

  I don’t know what I’m feeling, but I know what I’m heading for. The way my body is tightening, the way my mind is racing, the way all my eyes can see is him and his body. And occasionally Van when I glance that way.

  He leans over us, looking down, dark hair falling over his face, his eyes wicked as he watches me.

  And then I look to Byron, so focused, so intense. He looks like he’s on the edge with me, brought to the brink.

  “Anna, so hot. So tight. I can’t… not much longer—”

  I thrust up against him, taking him all the way inside, letting him stretch me completely as I feel myself roll over into a free fall of utter euphoria, release claiming my entire being.

  “Anna,” Byron says, and then he closes his eyes and his body goes tight. I don’t know if he has ever been more beautiful than at that moment. Joined with me. Vulnerable. Orgasming so hard I can feel each jerk inside me.

  I’m gasping, writhing, and Van catches my hands again, holding them down, making everything more intense as I’m forced to just feel.

  Making me helpless to do anything but watch Byron as he find
s release, big body flexing, dick pleasuring me senseless even though he’s barely in control.

  When it’s over, when I’m panting and Van slowly releases my hands and Byron slowly withdraws, all I can do is lie there listening to my heart race.

  Oh God, that was hot, I think as Byron pulls me into his arms and I feel Van get onto the bed next to us.

  To my surprise, I feel a light kiss on the top of my head and look up to see Van there, his expression uncharacteristically gentle.

  He strokes my hair back, his expression pensive. Byron just holds me against him, still breathing hard.

  “I know you have a hard decision,” Van says quietly. “But I just want you to know, no matter what you choose, I will never forget you, dragon heart.”

  I feel emotion well in my chest, as strong as when I was with Griffin and Rainier.

  I look up at Van and then Byron, and I can’t help the thoughts that come openly to my mind, sitting here still shaking from everything they’ve done.

  I love you, I think, and I see Van’s eyes widen, the bright amethyst gleaming. He looks at Byron, but his head is still lowered over my shoulder.

  Still, from the way Byron’s hand tightens on my waist, I know he heard.

  “We love you too,” Van says quietly. “We want you. We need you. And we will respect your decision.”

  I swallow, pushing myself back from Byron, trying to take a deep enough breath. I know it’s a bad thing I’m doing, getting feelings for all these dragons.

  Feeling my heart pulled in so many directions.

  I want to stay here, want to spend time with them, but I want to see Griffin and Rainier as well.

  I thought being with the dragons would help me make a decision. Instead, I’m even more confused.

  I push off the bed, run for a robe I saw draped on one of the chairs, and throw it around my shoulders.

  Van and Byron look up at me curiously, and for a moment, I’m tempted to just join those two beautiful, naked dragons on the bed.

  But I know this isn’t fair to any of them, so instead, I simply shake my head at them desperately and run out the door.