Loren’s eyes left mine, either to admire or to review his escape routes.
I couldn’t run outside half naked.
“Move over,” Falin ordered me.
Screw the mouse act. Falin had always needed a firm hand. “If that wasn’t clear, I’m telling you to go suck each oth-”
Falin unbuckled his pants, cutting my vulgar suggestion off as his fully aroused cock sprung out and I got an eyeful of the scariest dick I’d ever seen. I should have known he would pierce himself down there but the visual evidence was shocking.
I squeezed my thighs close and decided to shut up. Orin’s monster cock at least didn’t come with hardware that could replace a door knocker in a jiffy.
“Move over,” Falin repeated, stroking himself almost absent-mindedly as he waited for me to shift. I did, right to the other edge of the tub, not even caring that it brought me within touching distance to Loren.
Stupid move. Thick fingers that already knew my body wrapped around my lacy breasts to weigh them in their wet confines. Loren felt me tremble and knew it wasn’t from his touch, having roughly played with me to my pleasure instead of fear once before. He pinched my nipples and nibbled my right ear.
“He won’t hurt you, kitten.”
I had heard that one before and look at how that had turned out. “My brothers are going to be in my bedroom soon. We planned a movie night,” I pleaded, ignoring the way my stomach clenched as Falin lowered himself into the tub, hiding his pierced cock in a cloud of insubstantial bubbles.
The closer look I had gotten at Falin’s dick wasn’t quite as frightening. His smooth, honey coloured skin was bare even over his taut balls, nothing to distract from a frankly pretty penis that looked sexy enough for a nude portrait if it wasn’t for the substantial golden ring threaded through the top. The bling was almost as thick around as his cock, although not quite the door knocker I’d first thought.
Surely he didn’t fuck girls with that piece of jewelry taking the lead. It was probably for show like I suspected most of his piercings were on his face, the metal content alone enough to tell other Fae he was badassed. The cock’s message was just as clear.
“Females would beg to ride a prime dragon like yours,” Loren said, expertly fondling my breasts using my honey oat soap wrapped in his firm fingers and the barest scrape of his nails on the underside where the divided cup band had left a faint mark. “A well-trained pet can bring you hours of pleasure and prepare you to more easily accept your master. Although, your dragon does seem more spirited than most. You shouldn’t ride by yourself until you perfect your seat.”
I gasped as Loren pinched my nipples after that confusing statement. Master of who, now? Pet dragon? What sort of nonsense was he spouting?
“Come here,” Falin ordered me, looking more subversive than submissive. Loren had it all wrong. Green eyes focused on my breasts in Loren’s hands as he rinsed them of soap.
“I need to shampoo my hair,” I lamely responded to Falin’s demand, trying to elbow Loren back. He was licking his fresh mark on my neck, taunting the dragon lurking just behind Falin’s eyes.
“Lean back,” Loren said, hands moving onto my hair, pulling the elastic I had bunching the thick mess into a sweaty ponytail.
“He can wash your hair while you straddle my lap,” Falin insisted, reaching under the water to grab one of my ankles and pull me over him as ordered. It put my breasts in the peekaboo bra at the level of his mouth, the piercing through his bottom lip familiar to me, although I had never felt it on my breasts. Falin quickly amended that oversight.
The dark head at my chest was so gentle. He licked one nipple while using wet fingers to roll the other with a soft, almost sweet touch. The metal of his lip piercing tickled as he brushed my skin lightly with it. His mouth moved slow, making a succulent treat of my rosy, swollen nipples that he was in no hurry to devour.
I arched up against Falin, looping my arms around his shoulders as desire started to strum through my body again, letting my head fall back into Loren’s strong fingers, massaging shampoo onto my scalp.
“That’s right, baby,” Falin whispered against my chest. He sucked the nipple he had been rolling between his fingers into his mouth, letting me feel the warm, smooth ball piercing his tongue flick me. My mind went right to the gutter, imagining him flicking me elsewhere with his wicked tongue, hips gyrating until he groaned and caught my ass in his hand, guiding me to hover over his submerged cock. The water-warmed piercing was almost burning hot, shocks shooting from my clit when he brushed my pussy against the loop crowning his sensitive head. Our groans joined as Loren dumped water over my shampooed hair.
“Wh-what?” I sputtered, coming out of the sensual haze.
“Keep it down,” Loren whispered.
He squirted cold conditioner on my head and began to scrub. I thought he muttered something derogatory about seductive dragons but Falin firmed his hand on my hip and pushed up, driving his piercing against the entrance to my pussy and any other thought out of my mind other than I was really naive and he really did fuck girls with that thing.
“Aahh,” I breathed out, trying to lift off Falin’s lap. His grip wouldn’t permit it, and I risked getting conditioner in my eyes to glare down at him the best I could while so aroused that I could feel my slippery wetness, different from the bath water, sliding around his cock in welcome.
“Come on, baby,” Falin coaxed.
“No way,” I denied my body and his with a tremble.
“Let me in,” Falin demanded, butting his pierced head against me as he slowly pivoted his hips.
I clamped down so hard he wouldn’t be able to fit his baby finger, forget the bigger invader demanding entrance. Slippery hands replaced Falin’s gentle ones on my nipples with a pinch and Falin dropped his own hands to my thighs, spreading me wider. He thumbed my labia apart, exposing my clit so even the merest wave of water from our movements hit the sensitive nub and sent me flying against his chest, trying to avoid the intense pleasure.
“I can’t,” I whispered, frustration evident as I bit off another moan.
The dragon flickered behind his green eyes. “You don’t get to be afraid of me,” he told me, giving another determined roll of his hips.
He didn’t force me down, but he wouldn't let me up either. I knew it wasn’t only his cock he wanted me to accept. Falin had noticed the new fear separating us.
“Lean back,” Loren said, tweaking my nipples hard enough to get a shout of surprise if I didn’t already expect it from him.
I obeyed, feeling how the shift in weight gave half an inch to Falin. The tiny impalement still made me pant.
“So tight, baby. If Dain didn’t see you taking Orin, I’d swear you were still a virgin,” Falin complained sucking on my neck. It wasn’t his bite that he was laying a hickey on, although a moment later he bit down and I figured he had put his Mark on top or was placing another one.
“Let your dragon fly you to the skies, kitten,” Loren said, dropping his slippery hands to grip my shoulders and giving them a rub. “You’re so tense. How can we leave you suffering all alone?”
Loren was too close to the truth. I was heartbroken and needy.
“I don’t need a pity fuck,” I growled out.
“Baby, I want inside you so bad. Going to make you scream my name. The only pity is that I’ll just be able to feel your pussy squeezing my cock for the first time once. If Orin didn’t do it right, give me a chance to show you what a Darker Fae can do to you.”
Orin thought himself a sex god. He had definitely done something right, leaving me quivering after a number of orgasms that had spoiled me for my own fingers without invoking Dain’s memory. Falin seemed determined to make sure I would never be satisfied by myself again if he fucked me anywhere near as well. I was still a bit apprehensive but also curious about how it would feel to have Falin’s pierced cock inside me.
Sex on the brain. This is what it did to me. I was trying to justify fucking the dra
gon like trying out his cock for size was similar to making sure new heels didn’t pinch by walking in them. Maybe I really was going nuts and this was all a hallucination.
Blink. Nothing changed. My pussy throbbed.
Loren poured more water over my head, wringing my hair when he was done rinsing the conditioner out.
Neither of them touched my body while I freely made up my mind.
I sat up straight and pushed Falin back with two hands on his chest, letting myself appreciate the hard muscle under my palms. Take away the scary piercings and dark tattoos and Falin definitely looked like the incubus of sex dreams. He was perfectly built, big enough to make a woman feel feminine in his arms but lithe and toned instead of overly muscled. Every honey-gold inch of his skin showed off his power carefully. It was just a hint of the dangerous dragon contained within.
“Falin, have you heard of a one night stand?” I finally said, caving to the crazy. It was sexier on this side of insanity.
“You want to use me?” Falin whispered into my ear, giving it a nip. “I’m at your service, baby.”
I didn’t like the others calling Falin a pet or the thought of using him. “I have a problem as you saw earlier,” I said, alluding to my inability to orgasm on my own. “You have a big problem of your own,” I added, bravely reaching beneath the bubbles to find Falin’s aroused cock.
“I don’t see any problem if you say ‘yes’ to me.”
“Yes,” I whispered back.
He slid into my hand with one smooth thrust that hit the tip of my clit. I bit my lip and moaned.
“Tell me why I want this so much. What did you guys do to me?” I asked, using my hand to direct the pierced head of Falin’s cock over my clit just where I needed it.
“It goes both ways, baby,” Falin said. He was thrusting with more vigor now, sending water splashing over the tiled edge. My hand might get him off but he seemed more frustrated than satisfied as he bobbed up against my clit over and over without penetrating my pussy.
“Give her bottom to me and I’ll show you how it’s done,” Loren suggested.
“We don’t have all night for your light-fingered fumbling,” Falin snarked. “Hold her up,” he ordered, using both his hands on my hips as Loren grabbed me under my arms.
Falin stood with my legs wrapped around him and both of us dripping water everywhere. The quick shift in positions and my wet pussy sank the entire head of his cock with its piercing and maybe an inch or two more into my spasming core before I could tighten my grip on it. I knew there was a lot more to go but I squeezed my hand on his cock to signal I wasn’t ready, gasping with clit exposed to the cold air as Falin held me suspended in front of him, partially sheathed.
“Geezus fuck,” I exclaimed, just barely keeping my voice down. It hurt but in a good way, stretching that promised I’d be sore and it would be worth it. I tried to relax my grip when Falin held still, finally releasing his cock to lean back in Loren’s arms and wrap my hands around Loren’s hips. I was going to need to brace myself if Falin planned to fuck me like this.
Loren put a bent knee on the tub surround and rested the weight of my head and shoulders against it, freeing one hand to bring his thumb to my lips. “Suck it,” he ordered, pushing his thumb into my mouth.
I turned my head a little, almost face to his groin and the big bulge that I remembered from the last time that he had been the one between my thighs and told me to ride him. I gave his thumb a little nip and he said such filthy things about my mouth that I almost forgot about Falin until he rocked his trapped cock against something orgasmic.
I spat Loren’s thumb out and swore again.
Falin drove his piercing slow and steady over just a few inches of my pussy, hitting that amazing sweet spot again and again as I writhed in his grip. I clenched his tight ass with my heels, trying to urge him deeper but Falin simply fucked me how he wanted now that he had me positioned.
Loren switched his thumb for two thick fingers to smother my pleas for more, less, anything to let me climax. He told me how he was going to shove his wet fingers in my arse and spank me over his lap for kicking him in the balls earlier. I’d have to get on my knees with my spanked bottom exposed and suck his cock well to compensate or he would-
I ripped my mouth from Loren’s fingers and turned my face to latch onto the inside of his other thigh, digging my teeth in and screaming through the suddenly hard, shallow pistoning of Falin’s hips, triggering the climax I had been unable to achieve on my own as I squeezed around the big piercing that pushed its way past my clenching walls. He rode me through each powerful spasm, until I released Loren’s thigh to gasp for air, eyes flicking open to see the dragon peering down at my soft, bared belly.
A shudder rippled through me as Falin held me up with one hand cupping my ass and pulled his cock out of my pussy, my walls still fluttering with the last echo of my climax. He jerked himself brutally hard over me, thumbing the piercing that had given me so much pleasure before streams of hot cum lashed my cool skin. The last jet he directed onto my pussy and to my shock, I felt another climax squeeze me. I panted and arched and opened my mouth in a soundless scream as the dragon retreated and Falin whispered to me.
“Give it to me, baby. I’ve got you.”
I closed my eyes and let them hold me while my body worked its way down from the high, slowly unclamping myself, first my legs around Falin’s hips and then my fingernails from Loren’s ass. Between those marks and the bite, I was sure Loren would be remembering this interlude for the next few days at least.
I was never going to forget it, even though the best thing for me would be to disappear from their lives forever. The Fae had so much experience playing games that trying to pit myself against their wiles was as doomed to failure as keeping a box of Godiva chocolates from Matthew.
The twins had warned me about Fae wickedness.
My eyes popped open and I blurted out, “Oh God, my brothers were in the other room,” in one long, super-fast ramble that made it seem like a single, multisyllable word.
“Not yet,” Loren said, pulling me upright as I tried to twist out of his arms.
Falin was more reluctant to let me go, hand on my ass roaming around like he was thinking of another round from the other way.
“What do you mean not yet?” I asked, blocking the thought of Falin putting me on my hands and knees like he’d wanted the last time he was in my parent’s backyard unsupervised. He had promised to glamour me invisible then, but that hardly made it kosher to fuck me doggie style on their lawn.
Loren picked me up and let me gently back down into the bathtub full of water, still warm enough to be pleasant. Despite the way time seemed to fly by while we were lost to lust, this really was more of a quickie.
“I had to hurry you along since your plans tonight put a time limit on things. Also, your domicile walls are rather thin from what I could hear of your family conversations, and I’m not sure how sensitive human hearing is in return, so I kept your screams down to a minimum,” Loren explained.
He was still dressed and other than his swollen nose from when I bashed him earlier, he looked calm and collected as he stared down at me in the tub.
Falin rinsed his hand in my bathwater and stepped out. He started dressing, able to put his clothes on and look almost bored instead of tousled and disheveled like me. Neither of them were even sweating, which strangely, given I was soaking in a tub anyway, I found the most unfair.
“Get out,” I told them, this time able to put that implied ‘or else’ in it that I was missing earlier. Playtime was over.
Falin had gotten his demand. I was no longer afraid of touching him or telling him off. We were back to square one, where I still thought he was scary as fuck, but I knew he would use that power to protect me.
I also questioned if Orin knew his sex god status had some serious competition.
Loren gave me another smirk, staring down at me cowering in the tub with diminishing bubbles. I arched a brow at
him and stood up as proud as a queen, peeling off the wet lingerie and letting it drop from my fingertips onto the floor so I was bared to their gazes.
Accepting Falin’s arm to step out of the tub, I purposely swept my eyes over Loren’s still present arousal tenting his leathers. I repeated my order for them to leave, making my tone even icier.
“Come home tomorrow, baby. You don’t know what strange Fae you may run into on your own,” Falin said, giving Loren a sideways glance. I thought he had accepted the other Fae once he had been introduced as my newest Mark, but apparently his presence was only being tolerated.
“She’s been alone since the battle?” Loren exclaimed. His voice was losing some warmth.
“We have been watching,” Falin revealed. His presence here was explained.
I wanted to ask about Dain.
Loren rolled his shoulders and gave Falin an assessing look before suddenly striking. His whip was looped around Falin’s neck, pulling him in closer to face the temper the careless words had pricked. It happened so fast, I heard the soft snick of the leather end pulling taunt as it finished wrapping before I noticed Loren’s whip was out.
Falin snarled and jerked against the tether, hands grabbing onto the rapidly shortening length as Loren hauled him in like a reluctant calf about to be branded. I realized that Loren might have a better facade than Falin and that both of them were about to make more of a racket then all three of us fucking earlier.
“Fight outside,” I demanded, grabbing a towel from the fluffy pile beside the bath and wrapping it around myself. It wasn’t for the Fae. I had to cover up in case the twins really had entered my room while I was bathing. I hadn’t brought a change of clothes in with me earlier.
“I was going to leave glamoured the way I came in, but dragging this hot-headed, irresponsible dragon out for a talk might gather more notice than you would wish, kitten. How about you open the window for us to leave?” Loren suggested, collaring Falin as he finished reeling him in.
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