Mia: Dragon Clan

by Skye Jones

  His eyes tracked hers, and a small twitch of his lips told her he wasn’t immune to pride in her delight at what he possessed down there. She almost rolled her eyes. Men, whether human or dragon, some things never changed.

  In front of her gaze, he began to harden, and she refused to look away. Movement to her side took her by surprise as Aiden reached past her to grab Steffan around the back of his neck with one hand and pull him in for a kiss.

  The two men’s mouths met in a hard, punishing kiss, their tongues immediately finding one another and their teeth clacking as they fought for dominance. A rush of moisture gathered between her thighs at the gorgeous sight. They were both so big and strong, and neither seemed willing to give any quarter.

  Steffan moved to the bed and grabbed on to Aiden’s face, holding the other man steady as he plundered his mouth. He tore his lips away after another long, hard kiss and turned pure gold eyes on her.

  She had the urge to run again for a moment, only this time, for real, not pretend as before.

  He beckoned her to them with one crooked finger, and she moved to their side. His arms pulled her into them, and blessed warmth surrounded her as two hard male bodies pressed in on her from both sides. Steffan took her mouth in a demanding kiss, but one much less forceful than he’d shared with Aiden. For which she felt grateful as it nearly brought her to her knees.

  Aiden kissed her left shoulder and down her arm to her elbow and back up again. He licked along her shoulder to the juncture of her neck and blew warm breath over her cooling, wet skin.

  Her whole body responded to their touch, and her nipples hardened painfully. The sensitive flesh between her legs throbbed and ached, and she squirmed for relief.

  “I think our girl needs some help,” Aiden murmured low and sinful in her ear.

  She nodded and gave a small moan in answer. Yes, she did need help. They’d barely touched her, and she’d never been so turned on in her whole life.

  But she wanted to touch as much as to be touched, so she ran her fingers tentatively over both men’s chests, savoring the different feel of them.

  Aiden’s pecs were meaty, giving way to a strong six-pack, whereas Steffan was pure hardness. His massive chest tapered to a narrow waist and two of the most impressive side muscles she’d ever seen. What did you even call those things? Those gorgeous slabs of muscle either side of a man’s waist, pointing right to his groin? She had no clue; all she knew was they made women crazy. She wanted to lick them.

  As her fingers trailed over their bodies, she noted their reactions. Aiden shivered and his flat brown nipples pebbled. Steffan simply followed her progress with hooded eyes, but his ridiculously big erection twitched against his belly.

  “I want to taste you both. Come closer.” Oh, Lord. She’d entered some sort of alternate universe where she’d become a porn star for the night. She’d spent many a lonely evening with only her vibrator and sexy internet sites for company, and she’d seen a few images and videos of a woman giving two men oral at the same time. She suddenly wanted to try it. More than anything.

  Nervous, but giddy with excitement too, she shuffled close to them both. They knelt in front of her, on their knees with their cocks right in front of her face. Aiden’s was as golden and beautiful as the rest of him and the perfect size too. Not too long, not too thick, not too small, like a Goldilocks dick or something. The guy looked airbrushed.

  Steffan flat out intimidated her due to his size, more his girth than his length. She wrapped her hands around him, and yep, her fingers didn’t meet. She had to swallow back an inappropriate joke about him having a third limb between his legs.

  Tentative and a little unsure, she looked at them both and saw nothing but desire reflected back at her. She leaned in and blew air over Steffan’s swollen tip and was rewarded with a pulse of precome leaking out of the slit.

  “Tease.” The word snarled out on a grunt, but his eyes were warm and crinkled slightly at the edges in the hint of a smile.

  Not wanting to leave Aiden out, she turned to him and, feeling a little bolder, leaned in and licked a long stripe up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his head. When she wrapped her lips around him and sucked him into her mouth, she moaned at the taste of him.

  “Gods.” The groaned exclamation didn’t come from Aiden but from Steffan, and when she dragged her eyes to his, he was watching her suck Aiden with a hooded gaze. “Move your hand, baby. I’m dying here.”

  She did as he asked and moved her hand up and down his silken shaft, giving a little twist at the top as she’d seen in one of her favorite naughty videos.

  She built up a tempo with her mouth on Aiden and then switched it up, pulling from him with a pop. Using her hand to keep working him, she turned her attention to Steffan’s monster. She almost sniggered again and wondered if she ought to give it a pet name.

  She widened her jaw and took him inside. Fuck, she didn’t dare think about having sex with him; she wouldn’t walk for days after.

  “Oh, yeah. Like that.”

  She moved her head, bobbing up and down and doing lots of clever swirling with her tongue, and another pulse of precome filled her mouth, making her moan at the delicious taste of him.

  Between her thighs, her sex throbbed with need. That turned her on way more than it should. No one was even touching her, and yet, she honestly thought she’d come from a mere ghost of breath across her sensitive folds. Why did this act turn her on so much? Because there were two of them, or something more fundamental? Their taste sent her to heaven. She’d done this before but never been so hot from it. She liked men and liked giving oral sex. It had been…nice. Fun. This…it threatened to blow her mind.

  She moaned again around Steffan and clenched her thighs together.

  “Fuck, it’s so strong.” Aiden spoke to Steffan, and she looked at them, pausing in her rhythm, not sure what he meant.

  “No shit.” Steffan nodded.

  “Here, baby. Lie down,” Steffan instructed. “I wanna taste you now.”

  Oh, boy. She did as told and lay back. Steffan grabbed one of the pillows next to her and placed it under her bottom, lifting her. For a moment, he simply stared at her folds.

  “Beautiful. You’re as gorgeous here as the rest of you.” He slid one long, thick finger through her cleft, swirling the moisture there around and parting her, opening her.

  Then he lowered his head, and she yelped when his tongue touched the exquisitely tender flesh either side of her clit. He hummed, a soft, low sound deep in his throat that vibrated through his lips and into her flesh.

  “I need a taste, too.” Aiden grabbed Steffan’s hand, the one he’d used on her moments ago, and sucked two fingers into his mouth.

  Holy fuck! Her mind short-circuited at the sight, and her brain went offline. She would come embarrassingly quickly, if only Steffan used his tongue in the right place. But he seemed intent on torturing her. He swirled it around and around her pussy, but he never touched her clit once. Instead, he licked either side, teasing her beyond her ability to take it.

  “Steffan.” She grabbed the hair on either side of his head and ground herself into him. Not caring how it looked. Reduced to nothing more than a vessel for her body’s desperate need.

  He chuckled against her skin and pulled away. “Why don’t we let Aiden here have a proper taste of you?”

  Oh, okay. She could deal with that. And maybe Aiden wouldn’t be such a damn tease.

  Aiden crawled between her thighs, almost knocking Steffan out of the way in his drive to get to her, and it became another turn-on.

  He kissed the juncture of her thighs, the top of her mound, and Steffan busied himself palming her breasts in his big hands, squeezing them together and brushing his rough thumbs over her aching nipples.

  “You’ve got the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen.”

  Aiden looked up for a moment before dipping his head back down and resuming his exploration of her most secret place.

  When he fin
ally reached her center, he didn’t tease as Steffan had but instead flicked his rigid tongue across her clit, making her cry out and arch her back. He pushed one finger inside her as he carried on licking at her, and she pushed herself onto his face and hand shamelessly.

  Steffan straddled her head, legs either side of the pillow, and lifted her head gently. He piled another pillow under her and gave her a wicked grin as he pushed his cock toward her mouth. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to give him a sign. She did one better and lifted her head to take him into her mouth.

  Soon the sounds and scents of hot sex filled the air. She moaned and whimpered around Steffan as Aiden moved his fingers quicker inside her. The sound of her frankly soaking pussy as he plowed into her revved her up all the more. She had an inkling Aiden had been with a lot of women. He knew his stuff and did things to her with his fingers no man had done before.

  Steffan groaned and pulled out of her mouth. “I’m going to come.”

  She wanted him to come right down her throat, so she held him in place firmly, sucking him deeper still, her hand gliding over the half of him she couldn’t take.

  “Oh, fuck.” He stilled and pulsed into her mouth, filling her with hot seed, and she swallowed him. Every last drop. The taste of him set her off, and no sooner had he pulled out of her mouth than she threw her head back and cried out as she came, convulsing around Aiden’s wicked fingers.

  When it ended, she simply lay there for a moment, useless and boneless. But more desire washed over her, and she needed to feel them against her. She pulled Steffan to her and they kissed. And as they did, she rubbed herself against him like some sort of damn cat. Aiden crawled up her body and took Steffan’s mouth from her, using his fingers to grip the other man’s jaw and pull him around to face him. They kissed hard and desperately, and Aiden tangled his fingers into Steffan’s hair.

  “Want you to fuck me so bad,” he whispered.

  Oh, yes, she’d love to see that.

  “Me too,” Steffan said. “But we can’t.”

  Why couldn’t they? She was about to ask, when Steffan stopped her train of thought by pushing Aiden onto his back on the bed and taking hold of his straining cock. He brought it to his mouth and swallowed Aiden, taking him deep. Yikes, she’d never be able to do that.

  Aiden’s hands flailed next to him and slammed hard on top of the mattress. “Holy shit.” He yelped the words.

  Not wanting to be left out, she crawled over to them and kissed Aiden’s stomach, licking at the rock-hard flesh covering his six-pack and down his side to his hip, where she gave a small nip.

  She possessed a bit of a weird kink for being bitten. Not that she’d experienced it much, but she’d played around with it in her relationship with the German backpacker. She liked the sharp sting of pleasure/pain and the tiny mark it left that only she knew the reason for. She knew it would mean so much more with these guys. For her to carry their mark on her skin after they’d messed around would give her a thrill like no other. If only it could be permanent. What? Wait. Where the heck had such an aberrant thought come from? She didn’t want permanent marking, as if she belonged to them or something. Did she?

  On a deep, physical level, she possibly did. Panic sliced into her at the thought. No way. This was only a fling. A night of fun before she went and spent some time with her sister, with maybe the opportunity to hook up again in the future.

  She didn’t do anything more than flings. Didn’t let people in because she didn’t damn well fit anywhere. All her life, she’d been a square peg trying to squeeze itself into a round hole, and in the end, she’d decided to give up trying. Why change now? She’d rather be true to herself and alone, than living a lie surrounded by people. And while this might be fun, and she found these guys hotter than the surface of the sun, she didn’t need to go getting all deep about it. These might be her people, but she hadn’t grown up with them, didn’t know anything about their way of life. She may find herself as much on the outside here as she’d been in the human world.

  The thought saddened her for a moment, so she pushed it away. The sights and sounds in front of her brought her slap-bang into the reality of the moment, and she shook her worries off, not wanting to ruin this.

  “Stop.” Aiden panted the word and grabbed Steffan’s head. “Stop, I want to come on Mia.”

  He turned those green eyes to her. “Can I, babe? Can I come on those beautiful tits?”

  Oh, crap. The idea made her squirm with excitement. Yes, yes, he damn well could.

  She nodded, and he pulled himself up until he knelt over her and took himself in hand, his big fist wrapped tightly around his erection. Aiden didn’t stroke himself slowly or gently. Instead, he tugged at himself hard and fast, and she filed it away in her brain to remember how he liked it. Just in case she got to do this again.

  His eyes fluttered closed, and his lips tightened into a straight line. He gave a grunt, and a big arc of come shot over her breasts. He opened his eyes and watched hungrily as two more spurts splattered over her. A final, long stream of come dribbled out of him and ran down his cock, and Steffan shocked the shit out of her by trailing a finger along Aiden’s still throbbing dick and gathering it up to suck into his mouth.

  She might have only come a few minutes ago, but already she was more turned on again than any other time in her life. The two guys flopped either side of her and wrapped arms and legs around her and around one another, but she couldn’t keep still. She squirmed against them, doing her damn cat impression again. As if she were a feline and these two men were made of catnip. She’d clearly gone out of her mind with lust.

  Their big, warm arms cocooned her in a shell of utter safety, and their breathing matched her own. Wow, she’d pay good money for this sort of experience. It felt like a form of physical therapy. A golden moment where only their breath, their warm skin, and the soft covers beneath them existed. But still, despite all the Zen she’d got going on, she couldn’t dampen the fire building in her yet again. She needed something…more to quench it.

  “I want you to fuck me. One of you. Or both of you. Take it in turns.” There, she’d put it out there, no shame in being a confident woman who went after what she wanted.

  Steffan shook his head and sighed, long and deep. “We can’t, angel.”

  “Oh.” Didn’t she feel stupid now? Her face burned with the rejection.

  “Hey.” Aiden placed one long finger under her jaw and turned her to face him. “He said can’t, not don’t want to.”

  “Why can’t we?” She swore she’d explode if they didn’t take care of her and make love to her.

  “It’s too far…too much.” Steffan kissed her ear. “We’re dragon shifters. We bond hard and fast if we let ourselves go the whole way.”

  “Yeah, and we don’t want to end up tied into something here we can’t get out of.” Aiden sounded as if he half wanted to convince himself. “I mean, you don’t know anything about us or our way of life yet. You might not want to stay within a dragon clan when you do. I go on lots of digs, and Steffan here… Sorry, dude, but you’re hardly mate material with the way you’ve shut yourself off from all society, holed up in this cave for centuries.”

  Steffan flinched. A brief, almost minuscule tightening of his lips and jaw. A small nerve ticked under his right eye, but he merely nodded and climbed off the bed. “I’m going to take a shower.”

  The moment he’d left the room, she punched Aiden in the upper arm.

  “Ow. Hey, what the fuck?”

  “How could you say such a horrid thing?”

  He considered her for a long beat, his green eyes carefully neutral as he watched her. “I didn’t say anything that isn’t true. I said it about us too.”

  “No. No, you didn’t. Not in the same way.”

  Her heart ached for the fleeting pain she’d witnessed flash across Steffan’s face.

  “Look, sweetheart. This has been about having a bit of fun. No way can it be anything more, so don’t
go getting yourself all hung up on the big guy. He’s messed up. You saw the scar on his leg. It’s physically eating away at him. And there’s other stuff eating away at him emotionally. He’s in no place to bond with us or make a commitment to us, even if we wanted him to. And you’re Havsa, so no way can you and I be anything more than this.”

  “Havsa? I thought I was one of you…a dragon.”

  He shook his head. “You’re a dragon, all right, but you’re not one of us.”

  What? Her heart started to pound. “But, I thought you brought me here to meet my people. Those were your words.” Her voice rose.

  “We did. You are our people, but you’re also not. You’re of our kind but not of our clan… In fact, you’re sort of our enemy.” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Look, sweetcheeks, it isn’t my place to tell you this. Ask your sister and Nathan tomorrow. They’ll fill you in.”

  Anger burst within her, bright and acrid. “Sweetcheeks? Fuck you, you arrogant shit!”

  Aiden winced but didn’t say anything.

  “Get out.”

  He laughed then. “It’s not your house. You can’t throw me out.”

  “No. But I can.” Steffan stood in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist, but skin dry. He must have overheard some of their conversation. “Fuck off, Aiden. Go home.”

  “No. I need to stay. We need to make sure Mia is safe until Nathan and company get here tomorrow.”

  Steffan laughed low and so pissed off. The sound clanged jarringly against the walls, the bitter edge magnified by the stone. “I don’t need you, thanks. I can take care of Mia more than ably on my own. I’m much more powerful than you. Your help isn’t needed.”

  “But…” Aiden trailed off, and Steffan walked into the room, grabbing jeans and a shirt from the floor as he did. “Take your fucking clothes, and go.”

  He roared the final word, and Mia shrank back against the headboard. Aiden paled and snapped his mouth shut. He nodded once and began to pull his clothes on.

  Well, this was awkward. What a horrible shitshow their night of fun had turned into, and to top it off, she guessed any moment now she’d cry. And she hardly ever cried. Even when depressed, she tended to stew rather than let it all out. But damn it, twice in one night? These men were bad for her emotional equilibrium. She’d believed she’d be coming to meet her kin, and instead, she’d been brought to a clan where people hated her? And no one had bothered to tell her. What about Kate’s seeming friendship? Had it been faked? She wanted to go home, but she needed to stay and see her sister.