by Godiva Glenn
Liam approached her and took her hands. “You’re not just cold.”
“It’s shock,” Fianni scoffed.
“We can heal what Iona could not,” Rask stated.
“Can and will,” Arron corrected.
She looked at them all. “What do you mean?”
“We mate. We share our dragons with you. That connection will restore your strength,” Liam explained.
“I’m fine,” she said again.
“No,” Rask disagreed. “Your body is healed, but your spirit is like a whisper. We feel it. Like we’re losing you.”
“That can’t happen. We just found you.” Liam yanked his shirt off. “Don’t you want us?”
“I do, I just…” She faltered for words. “I never told you that I was engaged before,” she rambled. “He died in a war and I was a mess after. I should have mentioned it because it still hurt, even when I met you. A large shadow was over me, telling me I didn’t deserve you, that I had my one chance at love. I didn’t try hard enough for you.”
Their expressions softened. Arron glanced to Rask for a moment before returning his attention to Fianni. “We all have pain in our pasts. But you deserve love. And even if you don’t, you’ve got it, so I suppose you’ll have to deal with it, as the saying goes.”
Liam knelt at the edge of the bed and peeled the blanket from her body until she was no longer hidden. “You’re a clever aspect, but you’ve got a massive blind spot for yourself,” he murmured. “We were the three idiots not screaming from the mountains our love for you. Letting you doubt that you were our mate.”
“We’re going to heal you, Fianni. And that’s probably the last time you’ll hear me speak that politely of fucking.” Rask added. “There’s nothing you can say that will make me change my mind about tying my spirit to yours.”
She didn’t know what else to say. It felt wrong to do this now, of all times. When they were so close to solving their mystery. Yet she knew they were right about her. She was healed, but there was an uncomfortable emptiness in her. A weakness that scared her.
Coming to Solara had changed her. She wasn’t human, but she wasn’t fully an aspect, either. Traveling as she had drained her. Perhaps had taken every ounce of her magic. She felt like she should no longer exist.
She reached up to cup Liam’s face and looked to Arron and Rask. “Okay then. Give me your dragons.”
Liam picked her up in his arms and quickly moved across the room to deposit her in the bed. Placing her down, he practically fell on top of her, his weight settling between her legs.
“We’ll go easy on you this time,” he promised, then captured her mouth with his.
The sounds of clothing hitting the floor caught her ears, but she was already dizzy with lust for her men.
Kissing Liam, she let go of her fears. Their tongues danced slowly, his apprehension obvious. Pulling free, she stared into his eyes.
“You won’t hurt me with a kiss,” she promised.
The golden glow looking back at her pulsed. “If you knew how precious you are…”
She ran a hand through his hair and glanced to where Rask stood beside the bed. “I feel precious, have no doubt. What I need, however, is to feel you inside me.”
Rask grinned and Liam exhaled against her ear.
Liam gave her a long slow kiss before lifting himself off her body and trailing his hands down the sides of her breasts and soft stomach as he stood. “Am I allowed to make a crude comment about you servicing your king?”
She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Aren’t you about to service me?”
“Fair point,” Liam replied. He gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed until her legs dangled off.
Rask smirked and climbed onto the bed, placing himself to Fianni’s side and stroking his erection. “I think we should establish that rank doesn’t exist in the bedroom.”
“Perhaps just the queen,” Arron amended.
She looked at him. He’d removed his shirt but still wore his usual leather pants. Instead of approaching the bed he stood at a distance.
“You’re not going to join us?” she asked.
“I take pleasure in watching you,” he said. “Unless that makes you uncomfortable.”
“Of course. You can do whatever you’d like… as long as you’re with us,” she replied.
“Then we are agreed,” Liam said. “Only the Queen may use rank.”
Fianni glanced down her body. “I’m not a queen.”
Liam stared at the apex of her thighs and was stroking her soft hips. “Soon enough.”
She shivered at how the vibration of his rumbly, lust-addled voice crept along her skin. He pressed his hands to her knees and spread her legs apart, not just a few inches but until she felt on lewd display. Her heart pounded but she didn’t resist.
Rask brushed her wet hair aside and cupped her cheek, turning her attention to himself while Liam lowered himself to kiss her thighs. She shifted enough to be free to grab Rask’s shaft and stroke him, squeezing his hard length and relishing the gentle groan he gave in response.
She parted her lips and swept her tongue over the head of his cock just as Liam nipped at her folds, making her jump. She stifled a nervous laugh. It was unfamiliar territory for her, trapped between two men and torn between focusing on her own pleasure or someone else’s.
“You’re thinking too much.” Arron’s voice drifted to her.
She closed her eyes and licked the flared ridge of Rask’s cock, trying to suppress the urge to analyze every moment. They weren’t judging her. It wasn’t a matter of dividing herself and her attentions perfectly down to every second.
As Liam’s tongue dipped into her wet slit, she opened her mouth farther and took Rask in. She kept her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the feel of him. Liam’s mouth worked magic below, exploring her folds and stirring her into a frenzy.
Rask moved behind her head, out of her reach and she made a soft noise of protest which he ignored. He stretched her arms up and back, caressing them up and down, further relaxing her as Liam worked.
“I want to touch you,” she said with a playful pout.
“I want to touch you more,” he said.
Liam sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled it gently between his teeth, cutting off her reply to Rask. It amazed her how attentive they were to her; how easy it was to be comfortable with her body around them.
Her back arched as Liam toyed with her, teasing her sensitive flesh and winding her nerves into a tight bundle. Rask held her down, strong hands gripping her arms to keep her writhing to a minimum. It made her squirm more, just to feel him holding her, to experience his strength.
Liam gave her a final long, slow lick and nuzzled his cheek against her inner thigh. “You’ve been patient, and now you taste ready.”
“I’ve been ready for a while,” she replied. “It’s you three that have kept me waiting. And now you tease me right to the brink…”
“The timing was never right,” Rask said while caressing her arms. “But you’ve got us now.”
She sighed dreamily. “I didn’t go over all the rules though.”
“You mean the part about getting along? Playing nice?” Liam asked.
“I think we’ve gotten there,” Arron said.
She turned her head to the side and studied him. He seemed content where he was, and completely at ease. There was no tension in the room, no stress around any of the men, now that she tested the air. But will it last?
“Are you stalling?” Rask asked. “Worried?”
She chuckled softly. “Stalling, no. Worried… that may be too strong a word.”
“What is there to be worried about?” Liam asked.
“We’re big. She’s tiny. There’s three of us,” Rask said.
“And you’re the king,” Arron added. “So, with one delicate aspect between us dragons, who enters her first?”
Fianni bit her lower lip and looked to each of the men. Liam stood and
leaned over Fianni, his hands pressed on the bed to either side of her face. He stared into her eyes a moment.
“We’ve shared before. We won’t fight over you.”
“I can’t be made to choose,” she pointed out.
Liam bent down and kissed her, sharing the sweet flavor of her arousal with her. Rubbing his nose against hers, he said, “You worry too much.”
“Liam should go first,” Rask said from above them.
“Liam,” Arron agreed.
“We agreed to no ranks,” Liam said.
Arron approached the bed and took hold of one of the large carved posts. “It’s not about rank.”
Rask and Arron shared a look but said nothing more.
“What’s going unspoken?” she asked. She wasn’t worried, more curious. From Rask she expected anything but didn’t imagine that he and Arron would suddenly look like two guilty thieves.
“Liam will help get you ready,” Rask said ominously, a dark glint in his eyes.
“I am ready,” she said carefully.
Liam poised his cock at her entrance and swept it up and down in her slippery arousal. “Very ready,” he murmured. “Though I must admit I’m fighting a million jokes about your dragon taming pussy.”
She shook her head at his silly joke, but within a moment his joking demeanor had slipped away. The gold in his eyes sparkled as he stared down at her, and Rask gripped her wrists, pinning her down solidly.
Liam thrust forward, moving in and out to work his thick length until he was fully buried. She wriggled against the bed, mouth open and making soft noises with his every movement. The pleasured edge he’d brought her to was there waiting for her, undisturbed by the brief intermission.
She was on fire, and she loved every moment.
The bed dipped, and she gasped as Arron’s lips encircled one of her nipples. His tongue swirled the pointed bud, sending shock waves throughout her body.
Eyes closed, she begged for more under her breath. Being shifters, she knew they heard. Liam angled deeper, lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around his firm back. His pace was careful and torturous, and she pressed her heel against him in a desperate bid for him to move faster.
Slow and loving was wonderful, but she wanted him a little wilder, a little harder and passionate.
“I won’t break,” she whispered.
She couldn’t see his face, but she imagined his smirk. His fingertips clawed up and down the leg wrapped to his side, then gripped her bottom and yanked her even closer. His pace quickened, and each stroke became punctuated with the slap of skin against skin.
A luxurious fog coated her thoughts as he pounded into her. Arron nibbled her breasts and made her whimper—they were so sensitive his attention trod the line between bliss and sharp pain. She writhed, relishing Rask’s grasp which still held her as tightly as possible.
The sensations blurred together into a single magical moment which soon exploded from her lips as a pleasured cry. Her nerve endings shot off one after another, leaving her tingling head to toe as she rode the blissful high. Liam continued to plunge into her, and every brush of his body against hers added to her dizzying orgasm.
Arron brushed his lips against hers and asked, “Are you ready for your first mark?”
She moaned yes without wondering what he meant. A mere second passed before she felt Liam twitch within her. He groaned as he came, a low and guttural sound of release that gave her burning flesh goosebumps.
He ground against her as he emptied himself, and the feral feel of it all made her giddy. Her life had lacked exactly this—this uncontrollable desire and the need to act on it. She didn’t want him to leave her and had she the strength she would have wrapped her legs fully around him and held him there, but her body was jelly.
Arron leaned back, and Rask released her arms somewhat reluctantly.
“I love holding you down,” he said slyly down to her.
Feeling drunk on euphoria, she purred as she touched her breasts and stomach. “Next time we’ll use the ropes.”
Liam murmured, “Of course,” as he pulled free of her body. He bent forward and kissed her lips. “Ropes for him, but for me… next time I want you on top.”
She grinned but was cut off from speaking by Arron, who said, “I’ll steal that idea.”
She looked over at him with lust-hooded eyes. “You next?” She reached out and stroked his cheek, marveling at how the silver swirls of his gaze contrasted so beautifully with his dark skin. “Going to mark me?”
He chuckled softly and caught her hand then pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Yes. Do you feel well enough?”
“To ride you?”
He nodded.
“Of course,” she promised. Even if she felt like a wobbly doll, she’d find a way.
Arron moved around and relaxed against a pillow. She followed him, doing her best job of a sultry crawl up his legs.
“I love being on top,” she confessed. “When I’m not feeling self-conscious.”
He studied her body, his gaze lingering on her breasts for a moment before meeting her face again. “You look perfect.”
The honesty in his voice and the look of longing in his eyes made her heart flip. Even if she thought herself beautiful, it always felt amazing to hear it from someone else.
“From every angle,” Rask added.
She glanced back over her shoulder and saw Liam nodding. He now reclined on the corner of the bed, back against the post. His stare followed her with a proud glint. She looked back to Arron and closed the last few inches between them so that she settled against his length.
Placing her hands flat against his chest, she took a deep breath. He was gorgeous. A swirl of tattoos decorated an arm and shoulder, a surprise that made her grin. Somehow, she would have expected Liam to have tattoos before Arron. Yet Liam was bare, and her quiet, contemplative Arron was hiding a rebellious side.
“You never told me what the theories are about silver dragons,” she said.
Arron’s gaze softened. “We’re supposed to be wise but unyielding. Our rigid personalities match our strength—we are surprisingly durable.”
“Another time, we’ll have a lengthy discussion about that,” she promised.
He grinned and watched her trace a fingertip over the design on his upper shoulder. She rocked against him, not taking him in but caressing his length with her eager heat. His cock strained desperately against her, and she rolled her shoulders back and hummed under her breath.
“Fianni,” he growled.
Her eyes snapped to focus, and she lifted up then sank down, holding her breath as she took him in inch by massive inch. Once she reached his base her mouth dropped open. Her inner walls already clutched at him, anticipating the pleasure to come.
Arron gripped her thighs and dug his fingers in. “Damn,” he said on a harsh exhale. “I love the way you look right now.”
Her mouth quirked into a crooked grin. “You look good too.”
She rose up and circled her hips down in a motion so slow it nearly hurt her to torture him in such a way. A pair of hands reached around her and grabbed her breasts, cupping and massaging them.
“Don’t tease,” Rask said against her neck.
Her head fell back against him and she whimpered as he pinched her hardened tips while she continued to ride Arron. Rask’s cock pressed against her bottom and she shivered.
“I’m not teasing, I’m building up,” she replied.
He scraped the scruff of his cheek against her neck. “Sure.”
Arron thrust up, practically lifting his body off the bed to hit into Fianni deep and rough. She hissed at the sensation and almost fell forward, but Rask held her up.
“You should join me, brother,” Arron said.
Fianni stared at Arron, not sure she’d heard correctly. Rask moved closer, his length nestled between her bottom cheeks.
“You both? You and Rask?” she asked carefully.
“Yes,” Rask responded.
“What better symbol of our renewed brotherhood than to share your sweet pussy?”
Her mouth gaped as she tried to register what he’d said. Surely, I misunderstood.
One of Rask’s hands slid from her breast and was replaced by Arron so that each of them caressed and pinched her nipples. Rask adjusted his position behind her and soon she felt him pressing against her to join Arron.
“Unless it’s too much?” he asked.
She licked her lips. If it was too much, she wouldn’t know unless she tried first. “I want it.”
“Just relax and ride me,” Arron urged.
She closed her eyes and fell into a steady rhythm, aware that Rask was eager to join in. Her body was still relaxed and warm from her fun with Liam, but it still surprised her how easily the tip of Rask’s cock slipped into her to join Arron. The rest took work, however.
Eyes closed, she concentrated on how tight the sensation became as he guided himself in, working his length to join Arron’s inside her as she continued to move. Her breath became staggered as her two men stretched and filled her in a way she’d never even imagined.
When they were both fully buried she could barely move but it was worth it. She loved being full of them, and a shiver of triumph fluttered through her. Rask pinched her nipple as he ground his body upwards as if he could plunge even deeper.
“Oh gods,” she moaned. “Yes…”
He gently pressed her down until she was cradling Arron’s chest, and together they thrust in and out of her heat, sharing the tight space in a rapturous symphony. Her pleasure wound tight as each man pistoned deep and she became lost in their consuming hold.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “So close.”
At her words they bucked harder into her, jostling her and giving her exactly what she needed. The slip of their cocks together unraveled her. She fell into a dizzying lull she never knew she craved.
“I told you we’d fuck you until you couldn’t think,” Rask whispered against her ear, his hot breath feeling like fire.
Her pleasure crested and sent her tumbling back into the wild abandon of ecstasy. Every sensation became heightened as her body clutched the two men sharing her pleasure. They didn’t relent, and she didn’t want them to.