Between Ice and Frost: Paranormal Dragon Romance (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 17)

by Milly Taiden

  “Tell me about it. No more sports cars for us.” Frost chuckled. “We’ll have to get some of those family vans.”

  Ice blanched. “Are you crazy? My Bugatti isn’t going anywhere. You can trade your little Lambo and get yourself a station wagon all you want.”

  Frost laughed louder. “But what about the kids?”

  “I highly doubt Raven would go for any family car, no matter how sexy you make it sound,” Ice said with a raised brow.

  “How would you know what she’d go for?” Frost asked, handing Ice the papers he’d found.

  “Did you not read her profile? Her family is almost as wealthy as we are. Yet she drives an electric car. Neither of us would fit in it, by the way.”

  “That’s right. I forgot that. She likes feng shui and does lots of yoga.” He wondered if she’d like their place. What if the order of their cabin wasn’t right? What if she hated the décor or color scheme?

  There was no more time for talking. She rushed down the hall to them.

  She’d changed her clothes. No bulky sweater. She had on a long-sleeved top that showed off her curves. Not fat, but not over the top slim, she had delectable curves that made Frost hard just looking at her.

  “I’m so sorry I took so long, guys.” She smiled, her eyes going from him to Ice and back. The scent of her arousal and sexual interest filled the room. He had to keep his dragon in check and mentally willed Ice to stay in control. The leader of the two, Ice had a stronger, much more dominating dragon and knowing this woman was his mate was already hard enough, but her scent was going to drive the animal to the surface.

  “It’s fine.” Frost grinned. “You look great.” He winked at her.

  A deep flush took over her pale features. Fuck, she blushed, too? He contained the groan and glanced at Ice. His features were tight, and his hands were curled into fists as he fought to control his animal.

  “You give lots of compliments.” She laughed.

  “It’s not a compliment if it’s true. You’re a very beautiful woman.” He remained where he was, even though he wanted to grab and kiss her.

  She shook her head, letting loose an errant curl that rested by her cheek. “You’re exaggerating, but thanks. Do you want something to drink? Ice?”

  Ice’s eyes flashed blue fire. “No.” He took a step closer to her. The scent of her desire grew as Ice drew near. He stopped inches away and picked up the curl to place it behind her ear. She stood motionless, her gaze locked on Ice. “Frost wasn’t exaggerating.” He caressed her cheek with his index finger. “You’re beautiful.” He leaned down, bringing his face level with hers. “I bet you taste delicious, too.”

  She sucked in a breath and licked her lips. Ice pulled back and met Frost’s gaze. He was ready to claim her then and there. Now wasn’t the time. They wanted her. Fuck, did they want her, but claiming her before she knew they were shifters wasn’t right. It didn’t feel like the appropriate time, either.

  8

  Raven had stopped breathing. Or she didn’t remember breathing after Ice told her she must taste delicious. God. Men didn’t say things like that to her. And Frost looking at her like he wanted her naked then and there was messing with her head, big time. Did they do that? Tag team and share women? It would make things a lot easier if she wanted to give a fling with both sexy men a try.

  “Have you ever been in a threesome?” Ice asked, making her freeze in place.

  “Uh, no.” Holy crap! Holy fuck! Oh god! What was he saying? This had to be a freaking daydream. She was going to be so pissed when she woke up and it had all happened in her head.

  “Would you be against it?” Frost asked with a sly grin she wanted to lick off his face.

  “No…” What was she saying? She couldn’t have sex with two men at the same time! Why not? Of course, she could! No. Just no. It was something she wasn’t sexually prepared for. A ménage? The kinkiest she’d ever been was having sex in a public park in the middle of the night. Not very daring, but still. How hard could a threesome with these two hot-as-hell men be?

  She was so happy they couldn’t hear her internal debate because she really wanted to get them both naked and that was already messing with her head.

  Ice stepped back, giving her space and taking the heat she’d been cocooned in with him. A sudden chill ran through her.

  “We’re going to fly over the site where Juliet worked, so we’ll make sure it’s safe,” Ice said in a rough voice that made her already slick sex even wetter.

  “Oh, okay,” she replied, confused by the sudden change in subject. She had to be losing her mind. What if they’d been talking about Juliet this whole time and she’d been the one who had thought they were interested in a threesome? Her mother had done this. It wasn’t like Raven to have this type of insecurity in any aspect of her life. She was decisive. She loved peace and kept her life balanced.

  Two men was not balance. That was not equal. Two men were a fling. One man was a relationship, wasn’t it? Fuck all this thinking. She needed action, and if she let them walk out that door, she might never get the courage to do this.

  “Do you guys want to come back for dinner, later?” she asked, letting the words out in a rush. This was not a good idea. Not even a little, but fuck it, she had to do it. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

  They glanced at each other and then back at her.

  “Are you sure?” Frost asked, his gaze drilling into her and warming her all over again. “This is what you want?”

  Ice stood by the door, his gaze eating her up from head to toe. “You need to be sure.”

  She gulped. “I’m sure.”

  Ice nodded. “We’ll be back.”

  Raven couldn’t believe it. She was going to do it. Two guys. Holy fuck! She gulped a glass of wine and then refilled her glass. They’d called. They were only minutes away. God. What was she doing? She’d taken a decadent bath, hoping it would help her calm down. It hadn’t. It only heightened her senses.

  When they arrived, she showed them to the bar in the second living area, not far from the front entrance. The room had a massive fireplace perfect for entertaining.

  “Do you know how delicious you smell, Raven? And the way your skin looks in the firelight? My dick is so hard I can barely keep it in my pants,” Ice whispered behind her ear as the two stood in front of the fireplace. She’d had a couple of glasses of wine way before they arrived, so her nerves had eased, and she’d become more mellow and excited.

  “I’m here, too. I’d like some of her attention,” Frost called from the bar on the opposite side of the room. “Or did you ask me to get the wine just so you could set the scene yourself?”

  Raven sighed stepping out of Ice’s arms. She turned to take the chilled glass from Frost’s hand, shivering at the way he stared. “You’re usually a tease, I noticed. What’s with the intense eyes?” She sipped her wine so she didn’t stutter. She could do this. Two men? She had this. “You’re looking at me like you’re ready to eat me or something.”

  “Maybe because we can’t wait to taste you,” Ice replied, draining his glass with a single gulp.

  Frost took her glass from her hand, letting his fingers linger for a moment. “Isn’t that why you invited us tonight?” He put the glass on the small table beside the couch.

  God. They knew. She nodded, chewing on the corner of her lip. “Yes,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. She had asked them both to come, and now it looked like that’s exactly what they planned to do. In her, on her, and everywhere in between.

  Her body flushed at the thought of their hands on her skin. Rough and wild. A sexual deluge after a two-year drought. She shivered at the thought of them both filling her. That was certainly one way to get things roaring again. Yeah, baby. Bring it.

  “Good.” Frost pulled her into his arms and the hard bar of his cock pressed against her belly.

  He stepped back slightly as the wind rattled the windows, howling outside. A light snow had dusted the log p
orch earlier, but right now, she didn’t care if they were snowed in till spring. She ignored the bright polished wood and rough beams of their cozy surroundings. Even the gorgeous northern lights through the skylight held no interest. Especially when Ice stepped behind her and slid his hand around her waist. Everything blurred. Her mind focused on one thing only, and that was the two hot hunks with their hands on her body.

  “You’re shivering, beautiful. Are you cold?” Ice whispered from behind. “Maybe you need a little help to chase away the chill.”

  Frost kissed the corner of her mouth and then let his tongue trail the seam of her lips. “Twice the friction could get you warmed up in no time.”

  “And there he is.” She grinned against Frost’s smirking mouth. “Mr. Mischief.”

  Ice’s hands splayed against her belly, trailing up until he cupped both breasts. His thumbs grazed her nipples and he nipped her earlobe from behind. “You’re cold, love. And if my guess is correct, your panties are soaked.”

  He let one hand drift to the top of her leggings and slip beneath the waistband. Fingertips under her lacy panties to stroke her, dipping lower into her moist folds. “Bingo,” Ice teased, spreading her pussy lips.

  Frost inhaled, and his eyes darkened. He took her hand with a dazzling seductive grin and led her to the couch in front of the fire. Ice slipped both hands onto her waist from behind and lifted her T-shirt over her head.

  Her nipples were so hard, they jutted through the thin lace, and Frost growled at the sight. He pushed the delicate fabric under the lower swell of her breasts, forcing her tits high and hard. Dipping his head, he flicked one puckered bud with his tongue as Ice peeled the leggings from her hips to her ankles.

  Raven stepped from them, shoving them away with one foot. She stood with her tits out and a small scrap of lace between her legs, but for the first time in her life she felt beautiful. Desirable. She had nothing against her body, but wow did she love how they looked at her.

  “Gorgeous,” Frost murmured, drinking in every inch of her. “Forget the cold. You’re smokin’ hot. Fire hot!”

  9

  Raven had to slow down her breathing so she wouldn’t pass out.

  Ice slid his hands from her waist to cup her breasts from behind. He grazed over her stiff peaks, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

  She gasped and leaned back against Ice’s chest, pushing her breasts even higher into his hands.

  Frost cupped her pussy through her panties. “Looks like Ice got it right. You’re dripping, love, and I can’t wait to fuck your pretty sleek folds with my tongue until you scream for my cock.”

  Her eyes met his and she gasped at the fire in his eyes. Ice let go of her tits and slid his hands around to cup the fleshy globes of her ass, letting his thumb trail the seam. “Ah, Raven. My cock is throbbing hard just thinking about your tight hole. How I’m gonna spread your slick, sweet juice back, circling your snug ass until you stretch for me.”

  “Oh, sweet honey.” Frost licked his lips. “You really are good enough to eat.”

  Raven lifted her chin, her springy curls brushing her shoulders and back. “What a good idea, too bad you two have on way too many clothes.” She unclipped her bra, dropping it to the couch behind her.

  The guys shed their clothes, tossing them to the side before flanking her on either side. Now it was her turn to lick her lips at the hard, corded lengths pressed against either hip. Good god. They were so big.

  Ice moved her hair from her shoulder and trailed his tongue from her neck to her ear while his fingers reached between her legs to stroke her pussy through her panties.

  “I love the way this lace cups your mound,” he said, slipping his fingers beneath the top band. “Too bad, really.”

  “Why?” she asked, her breath catching as he pinched her clit through the soft material.

  “Because,” he replied as the delicate fabric popped, tearing in two. He pulled the ruined undies from her hips and tossed them aside. “Nothing is standing in the way tonight. No clothes and no inhibitions. Just pleasures rocking you until you beg for release,” he answered, spreading her exposed pussy lips. “Until you beg us to let you come.”

  Her breath hitched as he grazed her bare clit. Frost’s hands slipped to her breasts. “You wanted a wild ride, right? What’s better than a two-fer?” he said, working her nipples as his mouth teased her throat.

  “Spread your legs, Raven,” Ice asked, and as she stepped wide, he knelt, dipping his face to her crotch.

  His hands held her fleshy thighs as his tongue licked her from her wet slit to her hard nub. “Mmmm, you taste as you good as you look, baby.” His finger inched higher, his hands spreading her pussy wider.

  Raven’s fingers dug into his long blond hair, and she hissed at the feel of his beard as he sucked her nub between his lips.

  Raven sucked in a breath as he pulled back to slip his fingers into her wet cleft. “Ride my hand, baby,” he said, licking her clit again. “That’s it, girl. Grind it out.” He curled his fingers in her, circling her spot.

  Frost sucked her tits and Ice worked her clit with his mouth, and the two sensations together drove her to the edge. Her walls clenched, and spasms shook her body as every muscle tensed. She came hard, letting her head drop between her shoulders. Her breath locked until she cried out as waves crashed. Ice gripped her pussy, letting every last spasm pass before pulling his hand from her.

  He straightened, and her eyes met his as he licked his hand. “Delicious.” He nodded, giving Frost a chin pop. “You should try some.”

  She grinned as the two switched places, but Frost only dipped two fingers to her sensitive folds, stroking her once. He lifted his hand to his mouth and tasted her, nodding. “Unbelievable, but not what I came here for tonight. I came to bury my cock and cum hard and deep.” He cupped her pussy again. “Isn’t that what you want, baby? For both of us to be deep in you, coming hard and filling you until you’re dripping cum from both holes?”

  Raven gasped, her eyes locked with his as he curled his fingers like Ice had before. She nodded, gulping at the intensity of Frost’s gaze.

  “Your pussy’s wet, babe, but I want it soaking. I want you so slick, you suck my cock to my balls.” He grazed her clit with his thumb. “Hmmm? My big dick filling your pussy while Ice fills your ass? Ice gets dibs on the ass. I get seconds, though. Next time, I’ll be all in your tight hole.”

  Her breath hitched, and she couldn’t even croak a reasonable answer. Not that Ice gave her much of a chance. He claimed her mouth, sucking her tongue as he plundered the sweet cavern.

  Frost pulled his hand from her, again. “Tell us what you want, Raven. Are you ready for what’s coming?”

  She wanted crazy. She wanted wild. Well, this was the moment. She’d asked them here. She wanted this. Wanted them. All she could do was nod. There was no going back from this point. She gasped at the feel of their hands on her body.

  “Time to ride the double-decker,” Frost whispered by her ear.

  “Don’t worry,” Ice whispered over her mouth. “You can take us. You’re made for us.” He nipped her bottom lip, pulling it roughly through his teeth. He pinched her nipples hard and she gasped.

  Frost lowered her to her knees and then settled on the rug. Raven moaned as he lifted her over his hips, his cock jutting up to press against her outer folds, teasing.

  “Frost! Please!” she cried, reaching for his cock.

  “You want it that bad, Raven?” he asked, letting his head slip another inch in. “How bad? How much do you want our dicks?”

  She groaned, grinding her hips.

  “Tell us, love,” Ice said, kneeling behind her, his hands holding her hips with Frost’s. “Two magic words.”

  “Fuck me,” she ground out.

  Frost thrust deep into her wet, swollen pussy and Raven took his full length with a gasp, but as he pulled back for a second thrust, Ice’s fingers spread her slick juice from her slit to her ass, pushing he
r cheeks wide.

  “Take me slow, love, until you swallow all of me.” He dug his fingers into her soft flesh as his engorged head stretched her hole wide.

  She moaned, her body softening for his continued invasion. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Ice! Move already!”

  With a loud growl, he plunged his cock into her snug entrance and she cried out at the stretched feel. Her hips rocked, her body adjusting as they both drove their dicks deeper and harder. Her breaths came in short spurts. When one plunged deep, the other retreated. She didn’t get a chance to catch her breath.

  A guttural growl left Frost’s throat as he bucked, lifting her in tandem with Ice’s thrusts. She threw her head back, and Frost’s hands gripped her hips, digging into her flesh. Raven cried out at the feel of them heating her from the inside. Hotter. Harder. Faster. They drove in and out of her like speed demons. Her body tensed, and she knew her orgasm was rushing to her.

  “I know you’re coming.” Ice sucked her shoulder. “Suck my dick with your tight ass, love. Suck Frost’s cock with your slick sex. Pull the cum out of both of us. Let go.”

  She rolled her hips, each move grinding them harder and faster until she screamed, pleasure ripping through her body.

  With a guttural yell, Frost pumped his release deep into her body, spasms squeezing every drop. He gripped her thighs, holding tightly.

  Ice growled at the side of her throat, nipping the back of her ear as he pulled back one last time before driving his dick deep again. His cock swelled as hot cum surged, his hard length, feeling even larger, filling her hole.

  Raven arched her back as another climax shook through her body, draining every ounce of energy until she floated boneless. This was what she wanted. What she needed. Lord, what she’d desired from the moment she laid eyes on them both. And Ice and Frost delivered. That’s how you ended a sexual drought.

  10

  Raven woke alone in bed. She showered and dressed, wondering where the men who had rocked her world had gone. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear these guys were a figment of her imagination, but the truth was, they weren’t. They were amazing. They’d done things to her body. All night long. Things she had never experienced. Ever.