Kidnapped by the Dragon Harem

by Savannah Skye

  Wanton.

  I writhed beneath him, relishing the feel of his hard, masculine body against me, working myself against his heavy, thick cock until I felt him lurch urgently within his jeans.

  Suddenly, I needed to touch him, skin to skin. I felt as if I might burst if I didn't. As he continued to kiss me, I tugged at the robe I wore, bunching up the material to bare my legs and hips. Duncan picked up the message quickly. With a last peck, he abandoned my mouth to trail down my body, and gently parted my legs. There had been a selection of underwear in my wardrobe, ranging from plain to stylish to sexy to practically indecent. This morning I had been conservative in my choice as I had not planned on the day going like this, now I wished I had picked something a little more adventurous. Not that it mattered to Duncan; his eyes lit up with a feral heat as he took me in, then...

  "Ooh!" I gasped sharply, as he shot down to kiss my inner thigh. He switched thighs, back and forth, leaving kisses wherever he landed, each one seemed to burn like fire as he worked his way slowly closer to my core. I trembled as I felt his thumbs loop—with surprising dexterity for such a big man—into the waistband of my panties before drawing them down my unresisting legs. He tossed them to one side and subjected my exposed body to another wonder-filled stare. It was incredible just to be looked at like that, to be the object—not just of desire—but of amazement to this man.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous, all pink and wet for me,” he muttered, his voice all grit.

  Without warning, he dropped forward and I clapped a hand across my mouth to stop myself from screaming as his tongue sliced an electrifying path over my heated center. For a moment, he pulled back to administer a few light kisses over my skin. Then his tongue burrowed back into me, flicking torturously over my aching clit. My eyes shot wide and I bit my lip beneath my silencing hand.

  Duncan looked up, his gaze burning into mine. “You okay?"

  "Okay?" I murmured breathlessly as I grabbed him by the hair and dragged his mouth back against me. “I’m amazing.”

  As his talented tongue picked up where it had left off, I looped my right leg over his shoulder, holding him in place and claiming him as my own for as long as the pleasure lasted. I groaned against my hand as fireworks went off inside me.

  What was this man doing to me?

  He sucked that swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth and drew gently, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

  “Ah! Duncan!”

  His tongue was working me over, so thorough, so gentle, and I needed to give something back or I was going to come, right here and right now.

  My free foot found one of his legs where he knelt on the bed, and travelled up his thigh to come to rest against his bulge. The hardness there was unmistakable and, from what I could feel, wildly impressive. I ground my foot into him, first heel then toe, then back and forth between the two, then rubbing urgently with the whole foot. The response was instant; I felt the beast in his pants move, then Duncan began thrusting his hips against my foot, enjoying the pleasantly frustrating torture. From within his chest came a rumbling dragon growl.

  The sound excited me and I grabbed the hem of my gown again, pulling it up further, wriggling free and tossing it aside, leaving me completely naked. I saw Duncan's heated eyes flick up from his task to take in my nudity and the next second felt his hands slide stealthily up my sweat-dampened torso. I moaned as his hands closed on my bare breasts, enjoying their weight; stroking, squeezing, caressing the sensitive nipples to aching points.

  By now, my whole body was alive with pleasure. It crackled across my skin like electricity and when his fingers traveled back down my belly and between my thighs, just below his magical mouth, I nearly came off the bed.

  “Oh my god!”

  The orgasm crashed into me like a freight train as he plunged his finger in and out in a dizzying rhythm, even as his tongue rubbed my clit over and over. My back bowed and I clutched at Duncan tightly as the waves dragged me under. A tidal wave of ecstasy sweeping through me, making my whole body jolt and spasm. Vaguely, I could hear his groans of approval, but they seemed so far away, lost as I was.

  I tugged hard at Duncan's hair, squeezing his back with one leg and pressing my foot more firmly into his crotch, all while his mouth remained welded to me, skillfully setting off a series of aftershocks in the wake of the main event, each one wracking my already exhausted and pleasure-raddled body.

  Only my hand across my mouth stopped me from shrieking loud enough to break glass.

  I'd never come so hard or so long in my life, and as it finally subsided, I collapsed to the bed, feeling like I was slowly melting into a puddle of satisfaction. As my leg slipped from his shoulder, Duncan straightened up, still kneeling on the bed.

  “That was beautiful,” he murmured. His jeans seemed barely able to contain him, but while that was a tantalizing sight, I think it was his sexy smile, so full of promise, that brought me back to life. Exhaustion abandoned me and I shot up to kiss him, determined to make him as happy as he had made me.

  I tore at his shirt and that smile faded, my desperate urgency immediately matched by his own as he unzipped his pants and yanked them down. Moments later, Duncan was naked, and I was wide-eyed in wonder.

  Duncan's cock was so much like Duncan himself that I thought I could have picked it out of a line-up, sight unseen. It was tall and proud, so smooth that it gleamed in the firelight, and so powerful. On an impulse, I leaned forward and pressed my cleavage into him, enveloping his thick shaft in the soft flesh of my breasts. Duncan grunted and I felt his muscles tense as he watched with laser-like focus.

  He liked it, and that only urged me on.

  I pushed him further, dipping my head to first kiss then suck on the broad head of his cock as it poked out from between my breasts. He tasted incredible. Perhaps it was dragons in general or perhaps it was just Duncan, but he tasted almost sweet, with a sharp edge of salty virility. I strained to get more of him into my mouth, anxious for every inch I could manage. As I did so, Duncan gently guided me back onto the bed till we were lying on our sides, head to toe. While I continued to suck and lick his throbbing member, I felt him gently part my legs and I whimpered afresh as his tongue entered me once more. The pleasure seemed almost more than I could bear and the more intense it became, the more fiercely I sucked, licked and bit at Duncan's straining cock, subjecting him to treatment that no ordinary man would have survived.

  But Duncan was not an ordinary man and he not only survived, he thrust into my tough caresses, urging me to take more, lick and bite and suck with abandon. I was wild with need as he tortured my clit, sucking in firm, long pulls as I did my best to swallow him whole, gagging but holding tight as I wedged that massive cock deep in my throat. When I had convulsed my way through another earth-shaking orgasm, he pulled back from me, still huge and hard, and made his way around to kneel between my legs, his face a mask of tension and need.

  "You're sure?" he asked, and I knew that if I said no, he would have backed off.

  But there was no way I was saying no. Instead, my answer was to grab hold of that perfect, stone-like cock, still slippery with my saliva, and angle it down to its natural home between my thighs. Duncan stared down between us for an endless moment and then he pushed forward.

  Bizarrely, I found my mind flashing wildly back to the night when I had met MacKenzie, and to the vibrator I had threatened him with. It didn't compare to the real thing, and they didn't come any realer than Duncan. He was so hot, so unbearably hard, that I gasped as his girth stretched me in the most wonderful way. He was barely inside me and I was already losing my shit. Planting his hands on either side of my head, Duncan leaned down and kissed me gently, calming me, soothing me, bringing me back to earth, ready and eager for more. I wasn't sure how much I could take, but I wanted all he could give…and give he did.

  Slow, languorous strokes, going a little deeper into me each time, allowing me to become used to his size and strength. Rather than using
that raw, powerful body to slam me into the mattress, he used those beautiful muscles to serve me, exercising complete control and making me ache with pleasure. I clung to his hips tightly with my hands, not urging him or holding him back, but just for the joy of touching him. It was a long, wonderful road to full penetration, but it finally came. I felt his hips first graze mine, then mash tightly against them, sheathing every last millimeter of hard cock inside my clenching tunnel. We kissed deeply, and I reveled in the sensation of fullness. I imagined I could feel him moving against my belly.

  Duncan pulled back for a moment to look at me. "You are so fucking perfect.”

  I couldn’t squeak out a reply, so lost in the moment, and he seemed to sense that as he began to move again. I wrapped my legs about his waist, relishing the feel of his skin moving against mine, lubricated by our sweat. He kissed his way down my neck and upper chest, coming to a halt on my heaving breasts, lapping at my nipples, lightly nipping the flesh with his teeth.

  I was about to go over the edge when he began to thrust in earnest, those powerful hips pulling back and then driving his cock into me to the hilt, each movement dragging a groan from my lips.

  "I'm going to come again! Come with me, Duncan, come with me."

  I wondered how much longer he could have kept this up if I hadn't said that, but the thought sizzled away as he growled my name and his heavy cock grew impossibly thicker as he threw his head back and slammed into me one last time.

  I exploded around him, my pussy seeming to blossom out from my body in all directions, pleasure coursing through to every extremity even as his cock swelled within me as he erupted, spurting inside me in hot jets. The sensation sent me over the top again and I clung to Duncan, rubbing my body against his, wringing every last iota of pleasure from the moment.

  For a long while, we stayed like that, him slumped against me as the aftershocks shuddered through us both. It seemed like an eternity when he slipped from my aching folds and rolled to his side.

  My breath was still coming in short gasps as I looked over at his gorgeous, sated face.

  I wanted to say something, mostly “thank you”, but words would not come, my brain still to voided with white-hot ecstasy. Instead, I reached across and gave his still-stiff cock a squeeze. It throbbed in my hand—as unwilling to surrender as its owner had been against the drakes.

  We crawled beneath the sheets and lay on our sides, face to face, kissing and touching, still unwilling to let each other go.

  "Will you get in trouble for this?" I asked between kisses.

  “I’ll get some shit for it, as we all promised not to rush you," Duncan replied. "But they all know…if you hadn’t been the one to ask, I’d have waited. They would have done the same.”

  Maybe some of them, but likely not Alistair. The thought made my stomach clench and I pushed it away, burrowing closer to Duncan.

  “Thank you,” I whispered against the crook of his neck.

  He stiffened and pulled back to gaze down at me. “For what, love?”

  “For being you.”

  The warmth in his gaze looked so much like love that I had to look away for fear of crying.

  If this was what it felt like to be loved by a dragon, how could I bring myself to walk away?

  Chapter 14

  When I woke up the following morning, Duncan was gone, his masculine scent still lingering in the bed. It wasn't a great surprise given the circumstances and I didn't resent it, but it would have been nice to wake up beside him.

  Memories of the night before flooded back and I couldn't stop myself from grinning. Sometimes the word “good” was woefully inadequate. Oddly, the best word to describe it was that it had been very “Duncan”; words like sweet, strong, huge, all readily suggested themselves. I found myself idly daydreaming about whether the others were similarly self-descriptive in bed.

  Alistair, if he allowed himself to explore what blossomed between us, would be rougher, I imagined—not in a bad way, he would never hurt me. Perhaps a better word was... vigorous. I shivered as the word hesitated on my lips, and without really thinking about it, I allowed my hand to steal between my legs.

  It was shameful, to still want so keenly after what we’d spent the night doing, but having Duncan only made me want it more. Want them more.

  Callum was the dark horse, the mystery, the enigma, he would take me to dark places I had never known existed, would turn every part of my body—no matter how innocuous—into a sexual antenna, so the slightest touch would have me writhing in pleasure. He would keep me trembling on the precipice until I could stand no more and then push me over to plummet into a satisfaction unlike anything I had ever known.

  My fingers worked harder.

  And MacKenzie? He would dominate. The others were men—MacKenzie was a Man. The others were big, MacKenzie was Big. I could picture him, hovering over me, devouring my nudity with his eyes as I begged him to take me. Then he would flip me over onto my front, hoist my hips up, and with one long, steady thrust—

  “Ah!”

  I came against my hand in a rush, pleasure rocketing through me.

  There was something I had never done in a strange bed before. Even thinking about these men made me hot. And yet, I realized as I went for a shower, behind the physical desire there was more. And that more seemed to increase every day. I could not fully explain it, but I cared for them.

  All of them.

  It would have been neat and easy to say that, after last night, I had made my choice, that I wanted Duncan. And I did. But I wanted the others, too. As much, each in a different way. It was inexplicable. It was something I would never have imagined feeling, but there it was.

  As I got out of the shower, I recalled that it was Monday—I was supposed to be at work.

  Hastily, I found the phone that McKenzie had returned to me the day before and texted Janet to tell her I was sick and wouldn't be in for a few days. Night school would have to be missed as well.

  Were my priorities changing? Hard to say. It was so tough to compare stuff in the real world to what my life had become, but I felt that, as I became more accustomed to life with the Dragon Shifters, as the novelty wore off, I would miss working with kids and my old life.

  Plus, in my old life, no one tried to kill me. Here, I had fallen from a great height and nearly been eviscerated, and I'd only been here for a long weekend. My destiny, as far as the guys were concerned, was to raise a child in this world. I wanted kids—they were definitely part of my life plan—but did I want kids in a place where there was no way I could protect them? I was powerless against the drakes that would come for them. Just the idea made me feel sick.

  The train of thought inevitably led me back to Alistair and I realized that it wasn't easy for him, either. He was battling feelings for his lost mate, even as an unwanted but irresistible, primal desire reared up within him for little old me. It was weird to think of anyone, let alone a man like Alistair—or any of them—having irresistible, primal desires for me, but there it was. And beyond those feelings was the pressure of the future of dragon-kind weighing down upon him. His duty went against his heart.

  The whole situation was scary. So much rested on me, so much that I wasn't prepared to deal with. It would have been lovely to reduce it all to the level of last night; amazing—really amazing—sex with a wonderful man for whom I had surprisingly strong feelings given the length of our acquaintance. With the acknowledged opportunity for sex of similar amazingness—I assumed—with three other men for whom I entertained the same surprising feelings. If only it could all be reduced to below the waist stuff, then I might have been able to cope. But with a species in peril and my life at risk and children I wouldn't be able to protect. Where did I even start?

  With them.

  Two things you learned being a teacher: firstly; value the people around you. I might have been isolated from my family and friends but I had the guys and I was slowly coming to think of them almost as family. As my “clan” perh
aps?

  Secondly; knowledge was power. I knew so little about what was going on and the guys were isolating me from some of it. I could learn from them and I had to persuade them to teach me. The more I knew about the situation, the more able I would feel to face it. Or, at least, the better I would be able to make decisions.

  All of which was very fine in principal, but I had a feeling that in the end, my heart would make the decisions for me.

  Downstairs, the guys were all standing around the massive dining table, across which a map was spread. There was a heaviness hanging in the air—a seriousness—and my eyes automatically sought out Duncan, wondering if the others had found out about last night. He replied with a smile that told me this was not the case, but it was a more strained smile than usual. Perhaps his brothers had not found out about him and me, but something was happening here.

  The guys looked up as I padded closer, and an involuntary warmth spread across my skin as I felt their eyes on me. But there were still no smiles, none of the good-natured greetings I'd come to expect from my unlikely hosts.

  "What's up?" I asked, feeling like I'd walked in on them planning a funeral. Possibly mine.

  "Yesterday was a wake-up call," said MacKenzie, grimly. "Now the drakes know that we have a female—a mate—it's only a matter of time before they attack. We've had enough of being on the defensive. Why sit around waiting for them to attack, letting their numbers grow? We should be taking the initiative. Now we have something to protect." He smiled at me and I remembered why I had been so attracted to him in the first place. Hard to believe that encounter in Sunshine Daycare was only three days ago, it seemed like another life.

  I wasn't sure what to think, my stomach had tied itself in knots, but I was determined to be strong for these men who were willing to risk so much to protect me. I joined them at the table, looking down at the map.

  "Okay, what are we looking at?"

  They could have made fun of me, or laughed in my face, but they made me feel welcome, like I was meant to be there, and when the planning began again, they didn't talk down to me.