Hidden Dragons 3: Fated Mates (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  He chuffed with relief at being let out and turned to look at his mate. She was so damn beautiful and he wanted to roar to the heavens with joy, but again, he swallowed the urge.

  Her eyes were wide and her pupils dilated and although she was panting when he sniffed the air he couldn’t smell terror. She was nervous, yes, but not afraid. Her mouth opened as if she were about to speak but then she snapped it closed, her teeth clicking as they connected.

  As if in slow motion she rose to her feet and moved toward him. She stopped when she was about ten feet away. Andre and his dragon drew her scent into his lungs and then he lowered his large head until he was inches away from her.

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  Caly was sure she was dreaming or maybe insane but how could she deny what was right in front of her face. Even though she had dreams and had supposedly met the Lady Guinevere she had thought she was having one hell of a fantastical hallucination. She couldn’t refuse to believe anymore. Not when the proof was standing before her.

  She tentatively reached out and lightly touched the tips of her fingers to the top of Andre’s dragon’s head. The scales on his head were smaller than the ones on his body and were a shiny chocolate brown color, the same color as his hair. His brown eyes were lighter, almost amber in color and they were glowing. She had noticed that all the men’s eyes had a slight ethereal glow to them but had decided she was imagining things, or tried to convince herself it was a trick of the light. But now she knew better.

  When she moved her fingers over the glass-like scales, Andre made a noise between a chuff and a purr which caused her to jump and pull her hand back. She glanced to her sides when she caught movement in her peripheral vision and briefly met Aiden’s and Alex’s gazes before returning it back to Andre.

  Heat pressed against her back and she didn’t have to look to know that Lance was behind her. She felt herself relaxing, feeling safe and protected at having the three men surrounding her. Not that she’d been scared of Andre in his dragon form but it never hurt to have someone at her back. Just in case.

  “I would never do anything to harm you, Caly.”

  Caly squeaked, her gaze jerking to meet Andre’s. “Did you just speak?”

  Andre nodded. “You can talk to us the same way if you’d trust in the bond.”

  “Bond? What bond? I don’t have any bond,” Caly thought a little hysterically.

  “Yes you do, love,” Lance said. “You were shot and dying. The only way we could save you was to claim you.”

  Caly ignored what Lance had just said, shoved Alex aside, and moved along Andre’s huge animal body. The claws on his front feet were at least a foot long and looked like they were razor sharp. She glided her hands over his side and marveled over how hard the large scales were yet how smooth and warm they felt. The heat coming from his body was immense. However, it didn’t burn her skin. The more she touched him the more in awe she was and little sparks of electricity shot into the palms of her hands and up her arms. And this time it had nothing to do with lust.

  She could feel something beneath the surface of her skin, as if waiting for the right opportunity to burst free. She shook her head at her whimsical thoughts and touched the tip of her finger to the outer edge of one of Andre’s wings. The membrane felt tougher than leather but smoother and softer than velvet. She made sure to avoid the hook-like claw on the tip of his wing and moved toward his tail.

  His tail was long and had a few spikes on the top in line with the animal’s spine and they looked deadly, so she kept her hands to herself. When she had walked around him and studied every inch of him, she moved back toward his head. He nuzzled his nose into her stomach, his heated breath warming her, and more charges rippled through and over her body.

  The air around Andre’s dragon began to shimmer and the massive body began to shrink. Before she could draw another breath she was staring at Andre’s broad muscular chest and ripped abs. And just like that, the lust which had begun to diminish returned with a vengeance.

  Finally the words Lance had spoken penetrated her awe-filled mind and she spun around to face him.

  “Claimed me?” She took a step forward and poked him in the stomach with the tip of her finger, trying to ignore the rock-hard muscles which had no give and the heat which seemed to wash over her and center in her pussy. “What do you mean you claimed me?”

  Lance’s hand snapped out and clasped around her wrist. She stared into the blazing heat of his glowing gray-blue eyes and felt like she was drowning. Drowning in his heat and his soul. She could feel hunger beating at her from four sides and laughed a little hysterically. She must have closed her eyes when Lance’s hand moved from her wrist and he threaded his fingers with hers. A breeze wafted over her face and although she could feel her feet moving she felt like she was walking on air.

  When a door slammed closed her eyes snapped open and she blinked to re-orientate herself. She was back in the room she had awoken in this morning and although she had felt herself moving she didn’t really remember doing so.

  Lance released her hand and then both of his palms came up to cup her face. She shivered with a need so profound her whole body trembled with it.

  “We need to complete the bond with you, Caly. Will you let us love you, A rúnsearc?”

  Caly wished she knew what they said each time they spoke that other language but when her body was clamoring with hunger the thought was insignificant. And then she wasn’t thinking at all.

  Lance breached the gap and his lips brushed over hers. A whimpering moan left her mouth as she exhaled and then her body and brain were melting.

  When his tongue swiped over her lips she didn’t even hesitate to open up to him. His tongue pressed in, rubbed along hers, and then tasted every inch of her cavern. She leaned into him, breathing in his wonderful spicy scent and moaned with lust. Heat pressed against her back and for some reason she knew it was Aiden who’d come up behind her.

  The kiss went on and on, hot and wild, ravenous and ravaging until she wondered if she’d pass out from lack of oxygen. Lance lifted his lips from hers and her heavy eyelids fluttered open, their breathing a gasping cadence in the otherwise quiet room.

  “My turn,” Aiden whispered as his hands moved from her waist, up her sides and arms to her shoulders. He turned her around and she barely had time to blink and draw another breath before his mouth slammed over hers.

  His kiss was just as passionate as Lance’s, yet totally different. Lance had at first coaxed and then demanded a response, whereas Aiden just went in for the kill. He devoured her as if he were starving, and if he felt anything like she did, he was.

  The fleeting thought of protesting floated across the edge of her mind but quickly flittered away as his tongue delved deep, sweeping around her mouth, tasting everything she had to give.

  Aiden’s manly aroma was more woodsy and elemental and if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around her waist he would have driven her to her knees. Her legs were trembling, her knees weak, and she wondered if they would give out at any minute.

  She was the one to break the kiss when she moved her head to the side to gulp in air, but it didn’t seem to faze Aiden any. He just began to lick and nibble over her jaw and down her neck. When he lifted his head and removed his arm from around her waist she opened her mouth to protest, but she never got the chance to speak.

  She was spun around and as she stumbled she was lifted up into warm muscular arms. She shuddered when the searing heat from Andre’s chest seeped into her side and breast as his mouth slanted over hers.

  She groaned and angled her head for a better fit and sighed with relief as his tongue plunged into her mouth. They danced and dueled, eating at each other’s mouths, lips, and tongue. But no matter how much she took and gave it wasn’t anywhere near enough.

  Caly was only vaguely aware of Andre moving but since she was lost in the passionate moment, she didn’t really care. And then she was surrounded by him. His sandalwood fragrance enveloped all of her s
enses and she was drowning in him.

  His rock hard thighs bulged under her ass, and his arms enclosed her body. He tilted her back, secure in the knowledge he wouldn’t let her fall as he kissed her rapaciously.

  He broke the kiss and she blinked the passionate haze from her eyes. Although it didn’t help much. She felt like she was intoxicated on lust and wouldn’t be sober ever again.

  A tug on her hastily made ponytail drew her attention and she turned to see that Alex was kneeling in front of her. His hand threaded in her hair, dislodging the band around her tresses, and he gripped the base of her head and the back of her neck, before slowly leaning forward.

  Caly had no idea she could be the aggressor but she leaned forward and met him half way. Her whimper was joined by his groan as their lips met, released, and met again. Each man she kissed tasted delicious in their own individually sublime way and she craved more. The hunger running through her veins grew hotter and brighter until she was shaking with it. Alex’s tongue twirled around and swirled with hers and she felt the moment his hand moved from her hip, under her borrowed T-shirt and landed on the skin of her belly.

  She flinched but not with rejection. The sparks which she had felt in the kitchen grew each time the men touched and kissed her and she felt like her skin was about to burst apart. That scared her since she didn’t know what it was and she drew back with a shocked gasp.

  “What’s wrong, A mhuirnín?” Alex asked in a raspy voice.

  “There’s something wrong with me.” She whispered as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms and shivered.

  “What?” Aiden frowned and tilted her head up to study her face. “You look fine to me, baby. Your respiration and pulse are normal.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “I’m a shifter. Remember? I can hear your heart beat.”

  Caly nodded and swallowed before trying to explain the electrical sparks she’d been feeling.

  Lance sat down on the bed next to her and held out his hand. “Take my hand, love.”

  She hesitantly placed her hand in his and trembled when his warmth surrounded her. His hand was so much larger and his skin was darker than hers and she felt small, delicate, and feminine. But that wasn’t all. Her pussy clenched, her juices ran, and her breathing escalated again.

  “You have magic inside of you.” Lance lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

  “What?” she asked even though she’d heard what he’d said. And then Lady Guinevere’s words came back to her. “There is magic in you, Calysta Adani, but you have not allowed it to flow free. You need to trust in your mates. They will release your powers.”

  “You still haven’t answered the earlier question, Caly,” Aiden said as he ran his hand up and down her back.

  “What question?”

  “Will you let us make love to you, Calysta Adani?”

  Chapter Eight

  Caly gulped and even though her mind was in turmoil she found herself nodding. From that moment on things seemed to move fast and yet she felt like she was watching what was happening as she floated above her own body.

  Aiden lifted her to her feet and then he was kissing her again. The kiss was deeply, wildly passionate and she found herself clutching hold of his shirt so she remained on her feet. Every muscle and bone in her body melted until she felt like a puddle of water and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning into him.

  Hands touched, caressed and tugged but all she did was feel as Aiden devoured her mouth.

  When he released her lips she became aware of the cooler air in the room wafting over her naked, heated body and shivered as goose bumps formed on her skin.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” Aiden said, his voice hoarse and breathless.

  “Gorgeous,” Lance said from behind her as he ran his hands down her back, over her hips and then he squeezed her ass cheeks.

  “Get on the bed, mo mhuirnín.” Andre moved closer, took her hand in his, and guided her to the bed.

  “W–what did you call me?”

  “My darlin’,” Andre answered as he helped her onto the bed.

  Warmth filled her chest at the endearment and when she was settled in the center of the huge bed with her head and shoulders resting on a bunch of pillows, all four men walked to the bottom of the bed and began to undress. Her heart flipped and her breathing sped up with each piece of clothing they discarded. She was nervous as hell since she’d never done this before, but seeing them standing naked in front of her with their thick, long, hard cocks pointing straight at her, made the lust burning inside of her almost too much to handle. She was so turned on her pussy felt swollen and she was so wet cream was dripping from her cunt to coat her thighs and ass.

  She had no idea how four men were going to make love to her, whether they were going to take her one at a time or all together but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that they take the deep ache in her womb, her whole body, away.

  Caly drew in a ragged breath and then they all moved. Lance got up onto the bed near her feet. Aiden and Alex got up on either side of her and when she looked at Andre he gave her a sexy wink and crawled up next to Lance.

  “Have you done this before, Mo chroi?” Aiden asked as he caressed a hand up and down her arm, raising goose bumps on her skin and causing her to shiver.

  She shook her head and lowered her gaze when heat filled her cheeks.

  Alex stroked a finger down her cheek drawing her attention. “You are so special, A ghrá geal.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  “The literal translation means bright love,” Alex answered as he shoved an arm beneath her neck and head. The more she learned about these men, the more she wanted them. No one had ever called her such things before and she liked it, a lot. It made her feel special, cherished.

  Alex carefully maneuvered her so that he was behind her and she was between his legs, with her back resting against his front. The heat of his naked body was amazing, but so was the way the skin to skin contact made her feel. Her breath hitched when she looked at Lance and Andre because they were looking at her as if she had created the universe, the stars.

  Confidence and feminine power coursed through her body and all her doubts faded away. If what Lady Guinevere had told her was true, then this had been fated in the heavens and she had nothing to lose.

  Aiden clasped her chin between his thumb and finger, turning her toward him and then he lowered his mouth to hers. She didn’t remember lifting her arm but she sighed with pleasure when his hair slid through her fingers. He ate at her mouth with a ravenous need and she responded just as hungrily. Alex caressed up and down her sides and then over her ribs and up toward her breasts. She moaned and arched up. When Alex’s hands enveloped her breasts she groaned and sighed into Aiden’s mouth.

  A whimper escaped as two other hands began smoothing up her legs and she didn’t need to look to know that both Lance and Andre were touching her. The muscles in her thighs loosened and her knees parted.

  She wanted to spread her legs wide but didn’t want to look too eager so she kept them still. She should have known they would want the same thing. The hands rubbing the skin on her legs gripped beneath her knees and spread them wide and she mewled as the cooler air in the room caressed her hot, wet cunt.

  Alex removed his lips from hers and then he and Aiden began to lick and nibble their way down her neck toward her chest. The first lap of a warm, wet tongue over an aching nipple had her gasping for breath. When another tongue laved over the other peak she cried out as zings of pleasure shot straight down to her pussy. But that sensation was nothing compared to when they both sucked the aching nubs into their mouths. Her mouth opened on a soundless cry of bliss and she lifted her hands and cupped the backs of Alex’s and Andre’s heads, holding them to her breasts. She had no idea when Andre had moved from the bottom of the bed, nor when Alex had maneuvered back behind her, but didn’t really care.

  She tensed when she felt a warm waft
of humid air on her soaked cunt and then she keened in the back of her throat as a hot tongue swiped over her inner folds from the top of her slit to her hole. The muscle dipped into her creamy well and she bowed her hips up, trying to get more of the pleasure. Since she was still half reclining on Alex, when she opened her eyes the sight that met her gaze sent her passion soaring even more.

  Two heads bent over her breasts and another between her legs. Lance glanced up at her with a sultry gaze, a slow smile gracing his lips as he looked down at her bare mound. When he looked up again there was a fire burning in his gray-blue eyes and they were glowing more than ever before. He gave her a wink but kept visual contact as he lowered his head.

  Caly held her breath when the tip of his tongue peeked out from between his surprisingly full masculine lips and then she moaned. The soft sound was long and low as his tongue swiped up from her pussy hole through her folds and over her clit. He growled with what she thought might be approval at the taste of her juices and when he lashed the sensitive engorged pearl with his tongue she bucked her hips up, her legs moving restlessly as liquid heat traversed her veins and consumed her whole body. Her eyes fluttered closed and a low moan escaped her mouth as he licked over her clit, but when she felt one of his thick fingers rim her cunt, her eyes snapped open and her mouth opened on a gasp.

  When she looked down her body, it was to find him watching her and as she held her breath, he slowly pushed that thick finger into her pussy. The friction along her wet walls was way more than she’d ever dreamt about and the air left her lungs in a rush. As she inhaled again he pulled that finger back out to the tip. She was about to protest but the words died on her tongue when he drove the digit back into her depths faster and deeper than before.