Married to the Dragon

by Selina Coffey

  He knew what that meant, knew it in an instant. But it wasn’t possible. It wasn’t… He took the steps two at a time, heart pounding, flinging open the door to the bedroom and shuddered with what he saw there.

  She was naked, the warm glow of the lamps glinting off her alabaster skin. He could see where Cameron’s fingernails were dragging along her back, leaving pink scratch marks. She looked over when he came in, her eyes hazy with desire, and he saw the invitation clear in her eyes before Cameron pulled her head back to his for another kiss. A coat was pooled on the floor nearby, and she was barefoot—the same way she’d left.

  It was more like her to do that. She wasn’t a woman who seduced in heels, with red lipstick, or a woman in a schoolgirl outfit, playing at innocence. She was innocence, a desire so pure he hardly wanted to touch her. He took a deep breath and settled into one of the chairs. He wouldn’t touch her. Not yet. They looked over at him, Cameron’s hair honey gold in the light, hers deep brown and silky against her pale skin.

  “Liam?”

  The sound of his name on her lips made him shudder, but he smiled.

  “I want to see you with Cameron.” And he did. What Cameron could do with his mouth, bringing women to the edge, making them beg and moan, was what Liam wanted to see now, and his blood raced when she blushed.

  “I…you want to watch?”

  She was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen. He beckoned to her, and she came to nestle in his lap, still blushing.

  “Listen to me, Lily. I want all of you. And I’m going to have you.” His fingers parted her thighs and slid inside her, to the hot wetness he’d dreamed about for weeks, waking in a torment. “I’m going to take you every way you can imagine…and more.” His fingers twisted and she whimpered with pleasure. “Right now? I want to see you with Cameron. I want to watch him take you, and watch you learn to respond.” He pulled her head close for a kiss, and she moaned again. But she needed no more impetus. She wanted Cameron. How could she not?

  She returned to him with a self-conscious glance over her shoulder that said that she knew he was watching her, and she was self-conscious. Liam smiled, settling back in his chair. He wanted to see her break—oh, not the rough break of a struggle, of forcing, but of a woman surrendering completely to pleasure. Women did not give themselves up like men did…not unless they had Cameron’s hands on their body, and his tongue between their legs, and the promise of Liam riding them until they came.

  He watched while Cameron laid her down on the bed, saw the brief, and whispered words of reassurance. Did she remember the pain she’d felt before? She would only feel it once more. Cameron’s head dropped, trailing kisses down between her breasts and onto each hipbone, his fingers already playing, lazily, between her legs. When he began, tongue and lips moving slowly, Liam saw her arch. He remembered the feel of her on his fingers, so wet, so tight, and so hot. He was rock-hard, already clenching the arms of the chair while she put her hands over her mouth to stifle the sound.

  “I want to hear you.” The command came without his volition, and she rolled her head to look at him, brown eyes soft with need. She was whimpering, biting her lip, moaning when Cameron slid his fingers into her. She opened her mouth on a breathy cry. “Good girl.” He felt himself throb, and saw her eyes flutter closed in desire.

  It was a few minutes before she began to beg, but Liam had been waiting for it. He knew her, had known her the second she kissed him back, brushing her fingers over his hardness. She was responsive, unable to hide her own desire. She wanted to please. And when Cameron commanded her, with his mouth and his hands, to writhe her hips and plead with him, promise him anything if only he’d give her more… It was everything Liam had dreamed of.

  He felt the familiar stab of possessive envy when Cameron slid into her to the hilt, Lily arching and crying out, pain and pleasure intertwined. Cameron would have her first, and Liam would always envy him that. But Cameron was the sweet one, the one who would hold her while she came. The one who wanted her pleasure as much as she wanted his. Cameron was the right choice, and Liam would always remember the sight of them, her lost in pleasure, hips beginning to move by instinct and need alone.

  She learned quickly; she must have tightened around him, for Cameron gasped as he moved inside her. He guided her fingers down between her legs, showing her how to please herself, and her cries were coming faster, breathy. She came in a rush that surprised even her, burying her face against Cameron’s shoulder and crying out: yes, yes, yes…

  She was still in his arms for a few moments, nuzzling against him, offering her mouth and moving her hips against him as he took it. Cameron was shuddering in the aftermath of pleasure, his muscles taut. When he rolled away, not wanting to crush her fragile form underneath him, she rose on one elbow to kiss him. Liam did not need to see her face to know she was smiling. When she looked back, he beckoned to her, and she came at once.

  Obedience. It made his breath come short.

  “Do you…do you want…” She fumbled for the words. Her skin was still flushed. “What do you want?” She asked finally, and she smiled when she saw his pleasure.

  “Have you ever used your mouth on a man?” He asked her, and she shook her head shyly.

  This would be interesting. But the thought of her learning, on him…Liam stood and stripped off his shirt. He held her gaze as he kicked his boots off, and stood still for her to undo his belt and his pants, slide them down with his briefs. When he kicked them away, she looked at him, uncertain, and he took her hand while he settled back into the chair. He enjoyed the flare of pleasure in her eyes at the sight of him.

  “Kneel.” A command, but his desire made it smooth, and she complied at once. On the bed, Cameron shifted to watch them, his brown eyes heavy lidded, a smile on his face.

  “I don’t know how,” she whispered, and he could feel her breath on him.

  “Experiment,” he told her, and God help him, he nearly lost it at the first touch of her lips. She licked over the head of him, flicking her tongue across the most sensitive part, jerking her head up when he groaned. He managed to nod, and she did it again, circling, licking. She grew more bold, taking as much of him as she could in her mouth, until he was slick with it. She gasped when he drew her away.

  “Not…like this. I want to come inside you.”

  The sight of the pleasure in her eyes made him want to pull her down onto the chair and have her right then, but he had other plans. He led her to the bed, and when she lay down, he guided her to turn over, and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.

  “Like this.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You will.” He parted her with his fingers and slipped inside, moving slowly for a few thrusts until her hips, too, began to move. He guided her up, kneeling, and turned her head for a kiss, still moving, deep and slow, inside her. It took all he had not to press her down into the mattress and ride her hard, but that would come later. Now, he was guiding her back to the peak of her pleasure, and she was responding.

  Cameron joined them, stirring back to hardness as he knelt before her and set his fingers moving between her legs. Pinioned between the two of them, the sweet pleasure of Cameron’s fingers and the feel of Liam sliding into her, Lily trembled. Her mouth was pliant under Liam’s, her fingers reaching out to wrap around Cameron’s cock, stroking him while he groaned with pleasure.

  He had wanted to take his time, but he felt her trembling on the edge again already, and he lost himself in the hot, sweet clench of her muscles around him. She cried out when she felt him come, and he poured into her as she tipped over the edge as well, one hand on his hip, the other still stroking along Cameron’s cock, bringing him toward the pleasure she was promising for later that night. They collapsed, the three of them, Liam still inside her, his fingers clenched on her hip, and she made a sleepy sound of contentment, nestling back against him.

  “Perfect,” she whispered.

  The End

  Part
III

  Riding Double Bears

  Menage Romance

  About the Book

  Both hot, both tempting, both with a secret that they’ve never told their best friend Mari.

  Felix is brooding, mysterious, and full of tales he’s yet to tell Mari. She wants to know those secrets, she wants to pull them out of him over long nights of long glances and deep kisses.

  Then there’s Gage. Care-free and light to Felix’s dark. An open book, but is there a hint of shadow in his oh so tempting eyes? Are there secrets there he’s never spoken of either?

  Mari knew if she was to have either she would have to make a choice. But why does she have to make that choice? Why can’t she have both? With an impish smile, an idea in place, and two weeks of travel by motorcycle to work with surely she could find a way to make the idea work?

  As Mari, Felix, and Gage travel the roads through the forests of California Mari’s desire grows, as does Felix and Gage’s. Mari’s managed to get them to look past the hard part, getting them to see her as more than just a little sister. Can she now convince them that two lovers are better than one?

  As the journey continues the trio start to explore far more than just the open roads and rest stops that California has to offer. Will a bump in the road in the form of a missing phone stop the trip? And will the reappearance of that phone, with pictures of the trio which they didn’t take, be a signal that there is far more danger in the mountains of California than a stray bear?

  Chapter One

  “Felix, we’ve just launched our best package yet and it’s flying off the interweb shelves, what are we going to do to celebrate? And if you say we’re going to a theme park I will punch you!” A man with straight white teeth, sandy brown hair down to his nape, brilliant green eyes, and a mouth with full lips spoke to Felix.

  His best friend, Gage, had finally arrived in the office then. Felix turned to the man the women in the office called the devilish fox and grinned.

  “If I know you, my friend, it’s going to involve adventure and not a lot of sleep.” Felix said with a broad grin, holding out his hand.

  He didn’t know it but those same women that called Gage, his business partner, the devilish fox, called him their future baby daddy. The two men were enough to set tongues wagging across the state they were so excruciatingly hot. Well-built, tall, and handsome both men were oblivious to their looks and exuded a charm that set the elastic in many sets of panties to disintegrating.

  “First, have you talked to Larkin yet?” Gage asked as the two walked away and the panties in the room went back to their normal state.

  “Yeah, she’s in, on the condition that it’s not going to take longer than two weeks and she can stay in contact with her oh so demanding clients.” Felix answered, taking a seat at his desk, his whiskey brown eyes warm with humor.

  Gage sat down in a comfortable chair in front of the desk after shutting the office door and propped his feet up on the desk. A pair of black leather cowboy boots covered his long feet. Felix ignored the boots and looked into his friend’s green eyes.

  “So what are we doing then?” Felix prompted, excitement filling him.

  “Well, it’s not every day we make over three million dollars. So I thought we needed something truly epic.” Gage answered, placing a piece of paper on Felix’s desk.

  Felix picked up the paper, noticing it was a map with dots mapped out on it.

  “What’s this then?” He asked, confused.

  “Follow me.” Gage responded, leaving the office to head outside.

  The two men left their building, a two story modern complex of black granite and glass. Their employees were mature enough to keep working, experts in their fields that didn’t need too much direction, and satisfied with their pay and benefits that the two men offered, that Gage and Felix really only needed to call in occasionally but still came in for the benefit of helping out.

  In the parking lot sat a brand new motorcycle. A breath-taking paint job of black and blue dragons setting off nicely against the chrome, v-twin engine toting sex symbol. Felix gasped, in love already. Felix liked the ladies, he spent a lot of time with them but this toy, oh this toy did things to him that he didn’t think a woman possibly could ever do.

  “You bought this?” He asked, looking the machine over carefully, squatting down to his own boot covered feet, stretching his tight jeans across his bottom nicely.

  “Yep, we both got our licenses this year but neither of us have bikes yet. I do, now it’s your turn. And somehow we have to convince our pal Mari Larkin to come along for the ride. She was there at the beginning; she has to be there when we celebrate the fruition of our dreams, man. She doesn’t have a license to drive one of these but she can ride with both of us one at a time. I want us to travel up to the northern part of California, travelling through the forests and the hills. A chance to renew our energies, to find ourselves once more and stay grounded.” Gage began but Felix cut him off.

  “Alright, alright, please, stop your impersonation of a motorcycle salesman now, Gage, please. Let’s go find me one then.” Felix said, heading back into his office to let his administrative assistant know he was leaving and wouldn’t be back in. “I can’t let you have one of these on your own. Let’s take my car.”

  Five hours, and several thousand dollars, later the two men arrived at Mari’s office, a smaller building stuck in an older brick structure outside of Silicon Valley. Mari was proving successful in her own right but preferred the old buildings to more modern structures. The two men pulled their motorcycles up out of the viewing area of the large window in the front of the office and sauntered into Mari’s office, black leather chaps, new motorcycle boots, and black leather jackets accentuating their physiques.

  Mari glanced up when they came in, glanced back at her computer monitor, and then looked back up again, her jaw dropping.

  “Felix? Gage? Why are you two dressed up like you’re about to take part in a really bad movie about two guys on a road trip?” She asked, coming around her desk in the open office, heading straight for her two very gorgeous friends.

  Mari’s tall, slightly plump, but curvy in all of the right places frame came around her desk as she eyed the men up. A look of apprehension came on her face as she realized these outfits were indicative of a plan, a plan that obvious included her if their grins were any kind of warning. And those grins were definitely a warning.

  Mari’s left eyebrow came up as she looked at them and she started backing up.

  “No, no, no, no, no. You are not getting me on a motor cycle with you pair of lunatics!” Mari kept backing up until she hit her chair with the back of her legs. Mari let herself fall into the seat, a sudden wave of excitement passing through her despite her words.

  Gage and Felix had been her best friends since she’d first moved to California from Iowa eight hundred years ago. Alright, a bit of an exaggeration on her part, but it felt like it sometimes. They’d all been roommates their first year in the Silicon Valley area and Mari had sat back and watched, pleased, as all of their stars began to rise. She’d never dreamed how far the boys would go and she was so proud of both of them.

  Mari hadn’t done so bad herself, owning her own business in the IT field with a long list of celebrity clients just waiting for her newest creations to play with. Mari wrote code for games and new software, the same as the boys, but her products went to a more elite clientele, Gage and Felix’s went out for mass distribution. Mari was happy with the difference, and felt just as capable as the boys. Two weeks on the back of a motorcycle just sounded like blisters and a sore ass though, and she didn’t want to go along.

  Gage and Felix pleaded with her however and after getting a good look at their bottoms through those chaps, she changed her mind. She was going, and perhaps, just maybe, she’d now get a chance to make one of them her own. Or perhaps both.

  Mari had developed a crush on both men when they first met, though she’d never spoken about it to an
yone, and had waited patiently, hoping one of them would notice her. She’d had many a hot session on her own imagining what she could do with both men, and each one separately. Mari wanted to use this time to make these men see her for what she was, a woman with needs. For them.

  Perhaps an odd leap, Mari thought to herself, but one she’d become comfortable with. After all, they lived in California. Mainstream wasn’t exactly a well-known word around here. People went for the odd, the extreme, and the extraordinary. That and a few friends in the porn industry had suggested it to Mari a long time ago upon seeing both men.

  “Oh Mari,” Veronica had said. “I’d let those two tag team me anytime. Why aren’t you in bed with them now?”

  A very shocked Mari hadn’t responded but her brain had with a heartfelt “yes, both at once please!” The idea was one that normally wouldn’t cross her mind but when it came to Gage and Felix, well, normal just wasn’t part of the game. They’d never really shown anything other than brotherly love to her, however, and that was frustrating.

  Mari’s cheeks flamed two days later as she packed a small bag, knowing they wouldn’t be able to carry much on the bikes. She’d gone out and bought herself some gear to make the ride more comfortable and to show off her own assets. Leather chaps, boots, and her own jacket sculpted her round full ass, her large full breasts were squeezed into a jacket, and her black hair was tied up, ready for a helmet to smash it down.

  She was as ready as she was ever going to be for this ride and if the appreciative looks the men gave her as she walked out of the door of her condo were any indication her plan was working.

  “Who gets me first?” Mari asked, the question innocent but the look in her eyes teasing, daring. Gage gulped as he looked at her, his thoughts obvious to her as his eyes moved from the bottom of her feet, over her hips made for holding onto, along her tempting waist, and up to her very blue eyes.