Claimed by the Dragons

by Cara Wylde

  Viggo reached out to cup her face, and when she didn’t pull away, he leaned in and placed a tentative kiss on her lips. She was too shocked to respond.

  “It’s okay,” he whispered.

  Eric ran his hands down her sides. When Viggo kissed her again, she gave in and opened her mouth to offer him access. She moaned when she felt Eric’s big hands cup her breasts, and she couldn’t help but push her chest into his touch, letting him know she wanted more. Much, much more… She had no way of knowing, but her small gesture made Eric smile. He sank his head in the crook of her neck and started planting kisses up and down, nipping at the skin and stopping to lick the shell of her ear. Delyse sighed and pushed her tongue deeper into Viggo’s mouth. She still wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. Eventually, she placed one on top of Eric’s hand, urging him to squeeze her breast harder, and the other on Viggo’s abs. She trailed the hard muscles until she found his belt.

  Too many clothes were in the way. By this point, Delyse wanted to touch both of them, and they wanted to share her body any way they could. Viggo broke the kiss and removed his own shirt and jeans, while Eric took care of Delyse’s dress and his own clothes. In a matter of seconds, the three of them ended up in bed, naked on top of the covers, Delyse between them, still facing Viggo. While the blond dragon kissed his way down her jaw and neck, reaching her breasts and taking one nipple between his lips, Eric was busy pressing his erection against her round butt. He grabbed her leg and placed it around his hip, which gave him perfect access to her entrance. Instead of pushing his cock inside her, as she had expected, he used his fingers to part her folds and caress her clit, circle her entrance, until he spread her juices all over, making her pussy glisten invitingly.

  Viggo teased her nipples until they were painfully hard, then kissed his way down her mound. Eric removed his fingers and went to squeeze her nipples as Viggo flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. The sensations were too strong, too overwhelming… When Eric grabbed her chin, she turned her head as much as she could and let his tongue ravish her mouth as Viggo licked her folds clean and dipped his tongue inside her pussy. She curled her toes and trembled, sank her fingers into Viggo’s messy hair and pushed his head harder against her clit, and when he started drawing quick circles around her hard nub, she moaned into Eric’s mouth as all her muscles tensed and she came, her throbbing pussy releasing more juices on Viggo’s tongue and chin.

  Delyse didn’t have time to recover. Before she became aware of what was happening, she found herself on all fours, hovering over Eric’s body as Viggo was positioning himself behind her, his hands caressing her hips and thighs, urging her to spread her legs and arch her hips towards him. She caught Eric’s glance. He was looking at her, his golden eyes filled with passion and excitement.

  “You are so beautiful right now,” he said.

  When Viggo pushed a finger inside her, Delyse struggled to keep her eyes on Eric’s. Her Alpha grabbed his own cock and started rubbing himself lazily, watching her reactions as the Beta prepared her, stretching her passage, pressing on that spot inside her that made her moan. Her mouth was open in that “o” shape Eric found so cute and sexy. He licked his lips as he took her hand and guided it to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and ran her hand up and down, squeezing softly, her thumb spreading the pre-cum over the engorged head.

  “You like that?” she asked, her voice small and shaky. She didn’t know what she was doing, she wasn’t sure how to react, and she still doubted herself when it came to pleasuring these two gorgeous men.

  Eric swallowed heavily when her hand went lower to massage his balls. “I love it. I want you to suck me while he fucks you.”

  His words sent a jolt through Delyse’s body and almost turned her muscles and bones to jelly. The image they created in her mind was better than any wet dream she had ever had: Eric’s cock in her mouth, so big and thick that it could choke her if she wasn’t careful, and Viggo’s in her pussy, stuffing her full and stretching her to the limit. Heaven.

  Viggo removed his fingers and moved closer so he could position the head of his cock at her entrance. He had dreamed about this moment for so long. So many months, he had spent hours in his bed, hand wrapped around his shaft, jerking himself over and over thinking about his Alpha’s bride, her beautiful, innocent eyes, her white breasts, and tight pussy. Finally, he was about to have a real taste of the forbidden fruit. Except… she wasn’t forbidden anymore. Things had taken a completely different turn. He had never expected Eric to want to share her, even though he knew his Fyrstur owed him a lot. It warmed his heart to think that Eric loved Delyse just as much as he, Viggo, loved her. It was the only reason for which he had decided to share. He couldn’t refuse anything his lovely bride wanted. Now, both Eric and Viggo knew that whatever Delyse desired, Delyse would get. And it was right to be that way. She was the most important person in their lives. Their mate. She had brought them back together and reunited the clan. She deserved to have all her wishes fulfilled.

  Delyse pushed her hips against Viggo’s cock as she moved down Eric’s body until her mouth was above his crotch. Viggo entered her slowly, letting her enjoy every second of it. She relaxed her muscles and looked at Eric’s rock hard member, then licked the head clean. His cock became even more swollen, if that was possible, the thick veins throbbing in her hand. She opened her mouth and slid down his cock, taking in as much as she could, while Viggo buried himself completely inside her. She had been right. This was heaven. She flexed her pussy muscles, which earned her a grunt from Viggo. He started moving, pulling out and pushing back in slowly, picking up the pace as Delyse started bobbing her head and sucking Eric harder. She almost lost her balance when the Annarr thrust harder, and she used both her hands to steady herself, which gave Eric the perfect opportunity to take control of her mouth. He put one hand on the back of her head to guide her just the way he wanted, while grabbing hold of the base of his cock to make sure it was perfectly aligned with her mouth.

  She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations. Viggo was grunting and moaning behind her, his fingers digging into her hips while he fucked her hard and fast. She had a feeling he wouldn’t last long. She was very close herself, the mere idea of finally having the Annarr inside her almost throwing her over the edge. Eric was fucking her mouth just hard enough to give her that exhilarating feeling of being used for his pleasure. He made sure not to hurt her and to give her time to breathe. More than anything, she wanted the two men to come at the same time, to fill her mouth and pussy with their hot, sticky seed, and then change places. She and Eric had sex every day, but right now she felt starved. She wanted everything they could give her, and as many times as it was possible, until she collapsed exhausted. And, even then, she wouldn’t mind if they fucked her again despite the fact that she wouldn’t be able to move. She became aware of her own thoughts for a split second, and wondered if she had always been this way, so horny and ready to let herself ravished by two long, thick cocks. She didn’t dwell on it.

  Eric grunted and pushed his hips upwards, forcing his shaft down her throat.

  “Oh, baby… So close… so close…”

  She focused on keeping her throat relaxed while she met Viggo’s thrusts, encouraging him to thrust harder, faster, to hit that delicious spot inside her pussy that made her see stars. The blond dragon complied, and soon her body was shaking and convulsing, her toes curling, and her eyes squeezing shut as she climaxed. She moaned around Eric’s cock, sending strong vibrations right to his balls. He exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed all of it. Her pussy clenched around Viggo, and he came deep within her, streams of seed coating her walls, filling her to the brim. Delyse moaned again. If her mouth weren’t full, she would have screamed and asked for more, asked them to never stop. Her orgasm seemed like it lasted forever. When Viggo had poured the last drop inside her and Eric’s balls were empty, she was still shivering and pushing her hips aga
inst Viggo’s crotch, riding his cock as best as she could. She eventually came down from her height, opened her eyes, and let her husband’s rod slip out of her mouth. It was just as hard as before, and glistening with her saliva. She licked her lips and moved away from Viggo, climbing on top of Eric and straddling his hips. Thin streams of seed dripped out of her and landed on the Alpha’s length. The sight was so hot and dirty that it made him grunt and grab her hips to guide her down onto his shaft. Delyse impaled herself fast and hard, immediately starting to ride him. Her muscles were tired and her knees trembled every time she used them for leverage, but she didn’t care. She placed her palms on Eric’s chest and looked into his eyes as she picked up the pace, determined to chase a third orgasm.

  Viggo grabbed her breasts from behind, reminding her he was there. Delyse remembered she wanted to rub his cock, weigh it in her hand, suck it and finally taste him, but, for now, she focused on Eric and Eric alone. Actually, on Eric inside her. That orgasm was near, so near, and she could see his abs tensing as he was getting ready to fill her with his own seed.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Give it to me… please…” She was breathless. “Come inside me. I want you to come inside me.”

  Eric smiled and pushed his hips upwards, impaling her harder. He moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, which made Viggo let go of her nipples and run his hands down her sides until he reached her waist. Now, the Beta was the one who was guiding her hips down the Alpha’s cock, helping her maintain a steady rhythm and keep her balance every time Eric pushed harder. Her pussy was soaked with her own juices and Viggo’s seed, which made their lovemaking loud and sloppy.

  “Beautiful,” Eric whispered. “So hot and beautiful…”

  Delyse moaned and threw her head back, resting it on Viggo’s shoulder. The sight of her being so wild and shameless was too much for the Annarr, and he let go of her waist to grab his own cock and pump himself while she screamed “oh yes… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” as she came. The Fyrstur gave a particularly hard thrust and buried himself to the hilt so he could shoot his seed as deep within her as possible.

  She let out a long scream, her pussy clenching and unclenching, milking the cock inside her until there was not a drop left. When she was finally ready to collapse on top of Eric, she felt Viggo helping her off him. Eric’s cock slipped out of her, and even more seed streamed down her thighs, as Viggo placed her on her back, next to Eric, and climbed on top of her until his cock was at her lips.

  “Open up,” he demanded.

  Delyse looked into his eyes and smiled. She sat up just enough to wrap her lips around his rod. She didn’t have to do much, he was already close. He pumped himself a couple more times and let out a low grunt when he came inside her mouth, keeping his eyes on hers as she swallowed greedily. Viggo’s seed tasted slightly different than Eric’s, and she loved it just as much. She reached out and massaged his sack until he was done, then she took her time to clean him thoroughly. When Viggo finally climbed off her and she was ready to lie down and enjoy the aftermath, she felt Eric’s fingers on her pussy, spreading her wet folds and slipping in and out of her. She laughed and moved her legs apart to give him better access. She was tired, yes, but she wasn’t about to refuse another orgasm. When Eric took Viggo’s place and climbed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he pushed his hard cock inside her.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. He was moving slowly this time, aware that she was sore and sensitive.

  “Oh yes! I could go like this for hours.”

  Eric laughed and kissed her nose. “Not yet, baby… But wait until you become a hybrid.”

  She wanted to say something, but then he thrust harder, and all that came out of her mouth was a moan. She turned to Viggo and reached out for him, pulled at his arms and scratched his chest and shoulders until he sneaked a hand between her and Eric to cup her cheek and pull her into a wet, sloppy kiss.

  ***

  Delyse opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for minutes on end before gathering her courage to move. She knew it would hurt. She moaned as she pushed herself upright in bed and looked around the room. It was a mess. Clothes everywhere on the floor, crumpled sheets, a pillow on the desk… “How did that even get there?” she wondered. Oh, and bottles of red wine on the nightstand and at the foot of the bed. She vaguely remembered Eric declaring they needed a drink to celebrate the best decision they had ever made. Then, wine being poured down her breasts, Viggo licking the red liquid before it reached her belly… Laughter, jokes, screams… more wine. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and her head started spinning.

  “Oh Jesus!”

  Her hands flew to her forehead and she massaged her temples slowly. It wasn’t exactly helping. She found her smartphone on the floor and groaned when she saw it was 1 PM. No wonder she was starving. Eric and Viggo had tried to wake her up earlier. They had shaken her shoulders, kissed her face, pinched and tickled her. Nothing had worked. She had just shooed them away and pulled the pillow over her head. Apparently, they had given up and gone about their business. Loyal dragons those two were… She was having the hangover from hell, the first one in her life.

  Delyse glanced over to the bathroom door. Far. Too far. She sighed. She was considering getting back in bed and staying there forever when someone knocked on the door. She doubted Eric or Viggo would knock after what the three of them had done last night, so she was sure it was someone else.

  “Who is it?”

  “It’s me,” Astrid’s voice came from the corridor.

  Delyse cursed under her breath. She looked at herself. Naked, the sheets entangled around her legs and waist, and the room smelled of sweat and sex even with the windows still wide open.

  “Just a minute!”

  She pushed herself to her feet and winced when her muscles screamed in protest. She felt worse than she would have felt after running a marathon completely untrained. She wrapped herself in the stinky sheets and fixed her gaze on the bathroom door again.

  On the corridor, Astrid sighed and rolled her eyes.

  “Honey, you are aware that I can smell and hear everything, right? You’re in no condition to move, much less run a bath without tripping over your own feet and bump your pretty head on the tub. I’m coming in.”

  “Noooo….”

  Delyse’s protest was weak and ineffective. Astrid entered the room, found her standing awkwardly in front of the bed, blonde hair so tangled and messy that it looked like the end of a witch’s broom, dark circles around her blue eyes. And she started laughing.

  “Oh. My. God. You look awful!”

  “Thanks,” Delyse said sarcastically.

  “No, really. You look like you’ve been run over by a train. How can you even stand? I’m impressed.”

  “So charming…”

  “I always am.”

  Astrid winked and strolled over to Delyse. She started inspecting her arms and every bare patch of skin she could reach without Delyse swatting her hands away.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Checking to see if you’re okay.”

  “Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, everything hurts, and I might not be able to walk properly for a while, but it’s not like… you know… I didn’t ask for it.” She smirked.

  Astrid crossed her arms over her chest and smirked back. “You’re a real piece of work, did you know that? I’ve seen many things in my long life, but I never thought I would meet the woman who could tame two Drekinn dragons to the point when they would be okay to share.”

  It was weird, but Astrid’s comment made Delyse feel good about herself.

  “I bow to you, my lady.” Astrid made a small, pompous bow, then straightened her back quickly. “And no bruises… With your white skin and the mad screams coming from this very bedroom last night, I expected to find you turned into a goblin.”

  “A goblin?”

  “Yeah… green and purple with
bruises.”

  “Goblins aren’t green and purple.” Delyse made to walk past Astrid, her mind still set on the bathroom.

  Astrid grabbed her arm. “Here, let me help you.”

  Delyse grumbled, but didn’t push her away. The tall, strong female dragon almost carried her to the bathroom, and left her standing in front of the mirror while she filled the tub with hot water.

  “Oh! Oh!” Delyse was studying her own face.

  “Yep. There are no words…”

  “I’ll never drink again.”

  Astrid huffed. “Don’t make promises you won’t be able to keep.” When the bubble bath was ready, she unwrapped the sheets from Delyse’s body, holding them with two fingers. She furrowed her brows and sniffed the air. “You smell like you showered in wine!”

  Delyse threw her a death glare. “Do me a favor and don’t ask for details.”

  “Oh, I won’t! You just had sex with my brother and my Alpha. Details are the last thing on my mind.”

  They both laughed, then Astrid helped her lie down in the tub and washed her hair carefully. Delyse sighed and closed her eyes, letting the hot water soothe her sore muscles and rinse all traces of wine and other things off her skin. They didn’t talk much. Delyse would have fallen asleep if she weren’t so hungry.

  “I’m happy for you,” Astrid eventually said.

  Delyse nodded, too tired and lazy to speak.

  “When Viggo brought you here, the first thing I told him was to forget about waking Eric. Neither I, nor Finn would have blamed him if he had taken you as his bride and completely assumed the role of Fyrstur. Seriously. And even if some of the other dragons of our clan woke up at some point, they wouldn’t have blamed him either. I’m… I’m ashamed to say it now, but I had lost my faith in Eric. Viggo hadn’t. He stepped on his own heart because he still believed in Eric, he knew our clan needed him, not a new Fyrstur. He was right.” She paused for a moment. “And I’m glad he was right and I was wrong. Eric proved me wrong when he immediately saw right through you and Viggo, right through your act, and made a choice worthy of a true Alpha: he put your happiness before his pride. That’s how you know your clan is in the right hands: when the Alpha thinks about his wife and the members of his clan first.”