Lilly: Dragon Clan

by Skye Jones

  Oh, who was she kidding? It wouldn’t be casual. Tempting though it all may be, what rational person took up with two men she’d only recently met? It seemed her body didn’t care about rationality. It merely desired them with a burning she’d never experienced before, so she needed to let her head rule her heart before she did something stupidly rash.

  Nervous for some reason, she entered the room, and two pairs of eyes swiveled to look at her. Rhyn smiled, the action crinkling the corner of his eyes and warming his stern face. Callum shot her a cheeky grin and patted the sofa beside him.

  “Come sit with us, get warm.”

  She didn’t need any help with getting warm, thanks very much. Still, she tiptoed into the room, hesitant and unsure. Suddenly, she felt like prey. The way they watched her, hungry, alert. It sent all her senses on edge. The air in the room grew warmer and warmer, and she glanced at the fire, half expecting to see the flames roaring twenty feet high.

  “It’s the bond.” Callum’s voice came out thick, wracked with lust.

  “Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say.

  Maybe she shouldn’t tempt them. “Do you want me to leave? To go to my room?”

  “Go to your room. Why? Have you been a bad girl, Lilly?”

  Callum’s words shocked her and reminded her of when he’d praised her in the field while practicing her magic. Good girl.

  Rhyndor rolled his eyes. “Ignore him. He’s joking.”

  But somehow, she didn’t think Callum was, not entirely. And his positively filthy smirk backed up her assertion.

  Images of him spanking her while giving her a dirty smile flooded her mind, and she blinked them away. She’d hate getting spanked. Wouldn’t she?

  “You have been somewhat naughty. Running away. Scaring us.” Callum watched her, and his eyes were knowing. “You ought to be punished.”

  Her breath caught in her throat, and she hesitated, one toe touching the ground, the rest of her foot arched in the air, not daring to take the decisive step toward them.

  “But I don’t think a spanking is the right thing. No, not the right thing at all. Maybe making you scream with pleasure, rather than pain, should be your punishment.”

  It was a corny line, but it still made her shiver.

  “Gods above, Callum. Cut it out.” Rhyndor smiled though, and she loved seeing his normally somber face light up.

  “What, you don’t like my lines?” Callum looked from her to Rhyndor and back again, waggling his eyebrows. “Anyway, I meant every word. You worried us sick, Princess. And I need you something fierce right now, if you feel the same.”

  Did she? Still frozen to the spot, she didn’t know what to do. Her body screamed yes, but her mind whirred with all the ways this could go wrong. And shouldn’t she have time to get her head together after the whole horrible scene with Zach earlier?

  “Give her some space, Cal.” Rhyndor stood and moved toward her. “Come into the kitchen, and I’ll make you a hot chocolate.”

  She didn’t want hot chocolate, though, which surely was a first in her life. She wanted…needed something much more elemental and base. Maybe Rhyn didn’t want her? He talked about hot chocolate as if the air in the room hadn’t turned into a sauna, or more accurately, a steam room. Hot, humid, dripping with sex. One look at his taut face, his eyes almost black instead of their usual blue, told her he felt it, too. He simply wanted to be a gentleman. To give her space.

  “I don’t want hot chocolate.” Her voice sounded alien, husky and deeper than usual.

  “What do you want?” His dark, dark eyes pinned her to the spot.

  She trembled, but her words came as if she had no control over what she said. “You.” She turned and pointed to the troublemaker on the sofa. “Him.”

  Rhyndor groaned low and deep in his throat, and it rumbled through her. “Are you sure, Lilly?”

  She nodded once. Like the worst thirst, when you’ve lain outside too long on a hot, hot day, her lust needed quenching. And these two magnificent males were there for the taking like two cool pitchers of lemonade. Tempting her. Taunting her with their big bodies and their beautiful faces.

  She’d already had a taste of them, and it nearly proved her undoing, so God knew why she’d come back for more. Except, like a moth to their flame, she couldn’t resist their light.

  Her legs left the ground, and she shrieked. Callum swooped her up into his arms and stalked out of the room. “You coming?” He threw over his shoulder to Rhyndor.

  Rhyndor’s answer was a growl. An actual fucking growl, and it made her all tingly between her legs as her core throbbed.

  Callum took the stairs two at a time, turned left at the top, and kicked open a door, marching into a vast bedroom.

  The room was epic. Gorgeous. Like something out of a fantasy. Plain walls highlighted the floor-to-ceiling picture windows with views out over the lake. Gauze curtains were open on either side of the windows and fluttered ever so slightly in the breeze from the open door. A fancy modern fireplace filled one side of the room. It hung from the ceiling on a long black pipe and balanced in the air above the wooden floor. The main part of the fireplace was a big, oval-shaped orb with flames gently flickering in it. Four chairs were scattered around the fireplace. Off to the other side of the room stood a big closet, and a large leather sofa, a chesterfield it appeared to be, looked out over the view from the windows.

  She’d never seen such a stunning room. Simple and gorgeous, it was masculine but beautifully done. The bed snagged her attention next. Leather-framed, in a shade to match the sofa, it was massive. The sheets were a dark gray. Above the bed, a black-and-white, photo-realistic painting of two horses running matched the gray sheets with its monochromatic colors and stark lines.

  The whole room delighted her.

  Callum placed her on the bed and groaned. “You look right in our bed, Princess.”

  Rhyndor looked down at her, his face tight, all the hard lines and beautiful contours highlighted by the rigid set of his features.

  How did they go about this? The last time, it kind of just happened. Out of the blue, out of control. Now her body ached for them, but her mind kept getting in the way. Only sluts slept with two guys at once. Only sluts slept with men they’d been with mere days.

  “Stop thinking, Princess, I can hear the wheels turning in there.” Callum trailed a finger down her cheek.

  “I don’t want to be a slut.”

  “Whoa.” Rhyndor fixed her with a stern glare. “You’re not a slut for enjoying yourself, for doing something consensual and beautiful.”

  She smiled at him but shook her head. “I’ll think you’ll find the idea of a woman sleeping with two men she barely knows equals slut in most people’s minds.”

  “I think you’ll find those people are all human,” Rhyndor shot back. “And humans are totally fucked up about sex. Honestly, they are a mess. The ones who like to preach the most about what others should and shouldn’t do are normally the ones with the biggest, darkest secrets to hide.”

  “Try to shut off your brain. Enjoy tonight, and tomorrow we can return to the UK, and hopefully, you will get to meet with Gwen and her mother.” Callum climbed onto the bed beside her. “No pressure.”

  Shut her brain off, easy for them to say, difficult to do.

  “Tonight is going to be all about you,” Callum murmured in her ear.

  Sounded great, but she didn’t want to cause any problems for them. “I don’t want to come between you two.”

  “You never will.” Rhyndor kissed her neck. “And we might only have tonight with you. We want to cherish it.”

  A sharp pang of sadness hit her, right in her sternum, but Rhyndor shook his head. “No, no sadness, sweetness. Not here in this room. Let’s find joy in one another.”

  Cheesy words, like Callum’s of earlier, but Rhyndor didn’t mean them in a jokey or lighthearted way, and they touched her. She drew in a deep breath and smiled. She could do joy. Forget all the crap waiting for
her to get her head around, for one night, at least.

  “What’s your biggest fantasy?” Callum asked her.

  She giggled because, talk about pedestrian. “You’ll laugh it’s so tame.”

  He shook his head.

  “Okay, a great massage. To be stroked and massaged from head to toe.”

  Rhyndor frowned. “Not that it’s tame as such, but…surely you’ve done this with Zach? Not,” he added with a clenched jaw, “that I like to think about the fucker touching you.”

  “Nope. Never.”

  “Fuck it. Let’s go whole hog!” Callum jumped off the bed and shot out of the room.

  “He can be impetuous.” Rhyndor raised one eyebrow in the direction of the door.

  “Yep. You balance one another well.”

  He reached for her and brushed the back of his knuckle down her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Lilly. So fucking beautiful.”

  “You guys swear a lot.” She smiled at him, no rancor in her words.

  “I guess we do. Sorry, we’ll try to put a lid on it.”

  She knelt up on the bed and kissed him lightly. “No need for me. I’m not some sensitive soul, you know?”

  Callum bustled back into the room. He held a load of stuff in his arms and began to set it down. A silver ice bucket he placed on the bedside table and pushed the bottle of champagne cradled in his arms into it. “No glasses, I’m afraid, but with what I’ve got planned for this sucker, we won’t need them.”

  Then he placed four pillar candles around the room and rummaged in a drawer for a lighter. He placed a bag with something in it on the floor before going around the room, lighting the candles. Then he opened the bag and pulled out petals. He threw them in the air over the bed, and she began to laugh. They weren’t rose petals, but lilies.

  “Didn’t have any roses, but Greta always buys a few bunches of flowers and places them around the house, and I found some lilies. Thought it apt.”

  “Bouquets not bunches,” Rhyndor corrected. “And you tore them up?”

  Callum shrugged. Then he picked up a remote and pressed a couple buttons. The lights dimmed, and the strains of a harp filled the room.

  “You romantic fucker, you.” Rhyndor laughed, but Lilly didn’t.

  Her face froze, and her blood turned to ice in her veins as she remembered her dream. The harp, the candles. Oh Lord. It wasn’t the same. They weren’t both taking her, and it sounded as if that was not in the cards tonight, but it was too similar to her dream to be a coincidence.

  “What’s wrong, Princess?” Callum tipped her chin up.

  “I dreamed something like this, right down to the harp.”

  Callum didn’t seem surprised. “See, Rhyn. Down to the gods themselves. I tell ya.”

  He planted a soft kiss right on her forehead and then dived onto the bed.

  Rhyndor went into the bathroom and came back with a bottle in his hands. “Massage oil. Will Madam please disrobe?”

  Her face flushed and those damned nerves came rushing back. But for once, she wanted not to be ashamed of her body, and so she rose from the bed and began to take her clothes off. The men watched her with hungry eyes.

  She wiggled out of the clothing that didn’t fit right, pulling the top over her head, revealing her naked back to them, and then shimmying out of the sweat pants. One of the men behind her gave a sharp intake of breath as she straightened to show them her fully nude back. Slowly, she turned around, and two sets of ravenous eyes ate up every curve, every line.

  “Come, lie on the bed.” Rhyndor pulled her to the bed, and she went willingly, lying on her front. She felt much more comfortable starting off that way.

  “Your skin is amazing.” Callum trailed his fingers down her back. “Like velvet.”

  Rhyndor uncapped the bottle and poured some massage oil over his hands and then over Callum’s. “We’re going to start with a hand and foot massage,” he said.

  She’d expected something more erotic, but she liked them starting out slow. Callum moved to the bottom of the bed and lifted her feet, placing them on his bent knees. Rhyndor lifted her right arm and began to massage the pad of her palm with strong fingers. Callum’s hands dug into the tender flesh on the soles of her feet, not too hard to be painful, but firm enough not to be ticklish. Within moments, she was in heaven.

  These guys must have taken a massage course or something. They were better than the Thai lady her mother paid vast amounts of money to come to the house once a month and give them both a deep muscle massage. She sighed into the pillow and closed her eyes.

  Rhyndor moved down from her hand and swept his way along her arm, kneading the knots in her biceps and triceps. Once her limb stopped being all tense and began to feel like a string of spaghetti, he moved to the other side.

  Meanwhile, Callum worked his way up her legs. They took their time relaxing her, stroking her, touching her. Their hands on her skin felt exquisite and it turned her on no end, but it did something more. It connected her to them in a strange way she couldn’t name. As if they were all meditating together or something.

  When Callum reached the top of her thighs, he swept his thumb between the gap in her legs, brushing her lips and making her shiver. But he didn’t linger on her sex. Instead, he began to work the flesh of her buttocks, using the same sure strokes he’d employed on her feet and legs. The massage still relaxed her, but it also began to build an inferno of desire within her. One spot on her right buttock seemed to be supersensitive, and Callum homed in on it every time, as if he read her mind.

  Rhyndor kneaded her back until each knot and every tense muscle became supremely relaxed, and now his hands were at the base of her spine. The soft sound of kissing drifted to her, and she lifted her head to see the two men kiss one another as their hands continued moving. They ended the kiss, and Callum smiled down at her.

  “Turn over, Princess.”

  She swallowed, suddenly vulnerable under their gazes.

  They were clothed and she was naked, and it was hot as hell. She did as they instructed and turned over, fighting the desire to cover her breasts and her sex.

  Once more, Rhyndor popped the top on the oil, but this time he didn’t rub it into his hands but drizzled it all over her body. Over her breasts, down her stomach, dripping it into the gap between her thighs. “The bedding will be ruined,” she mumbled.

  His big palms covered her breasts, and he gently caressed them, smoothing over her sensitive flesh, palming it and then letting it go, before repeating the process again.

  Callum started at her feet again and slowly worked his way up her legs. When he reached her pussy, he swiped his thumbs between her hairless lips and grazed her clit, making her gasp. At the same time, Rhyndor started to pay attention to her nipples, pinching them softly and tugging at them with his thumb and fingers.

  She’d begun to move restlessly on the bed, needing more and, at the same time, less. It was too much and nowhere near enough. Total sensory overload.

  The harp played on in the background, filling the room with the magical sound, and the candles flickered, their scent of figs rich and sensual in the room. It began to resemble her dream as she almost floated out of her body, relaxed but taut. Chilled out but on the edge.

  “You seem so hot. Do you need cooling down?” Callum asked.

  She frowned, not sure what he meant. He reached over her and ice-cold fizzy liquid splashed over her breasts as he tipped the champagne. Gasping, she arched her back, and Rhyndor bent down and licked a path up the middle of her chest, swirling his tongue around her breast before sucking her nipple deep into his mouth.

  Callum took a swig of the drink straight from the bottle and then put it back. He lowered his head between her legs and sucked her clit straight into his mouth. Cold, so cold, and tiny pings of needle-like bubbles conspired to make her emit a small squeal of surprise. She moaned when he began to lick and suck at her in earnest. Rhyndor continued to play with her breasts, and Callum swept his hands over her s
tomach, smoothing them back and forth in a regular rhythm.

  She was going to come any minute now, and it built and built. Part of her didn’t want to let go because it felt too big. But she couldn’t hold off, and with a loud cry, she came, pressing herself into Callum’s face and grabbing Rhyndor’s hair as she held him tight against her chest.

  Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, and when it started to subside, Callum pushed one thick, oiled finger inside her and set her inner walls clenching against him, which sent her into a second orgasm.

  “Oh God. God. God,” she chanted. Rhyndor kissed her, demanding and heated. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and she opened for him, giving him access.

  She fell back, her head resting on the pillow. Chest still heaving.

  Her arms were floppy, her legs like jelly. She turned to look at Rhyndor and rolled her eyes. “I think you broke me.”

  He laughed and pulled her into him.

  “Your turn now,” she said, but he shook his head.

  “Tonight is all about you, baby. Come on, get under the covers.” He pulled them back, and she got in.

  Rhyndor shucked his clothes off and climbed in beside her. He’d left his boxer-briefs on, and the bulge in them told her he was aroused. Callum did the same and snuggled under the covers on her other side. Both men wrapped her in their arms, and Rhyndor kissed her hair.

  “I want to take care of you two.” She reached for Callum, but he moved her hand away.

  “No. As Rhyndor says, tonight is for you. And you look beat.”

  She was exhausted. After the shock of seeing her father, the trauma of the scene with Zach, the plunge into the icy pool. Her eyes were heavy, and she yawned. But she hated getting her rocks off and leaving them all worked up.

  Rhyndor kissed her again. “Sleep, angel. I’ve got you.”

  He began to talk to her softly, telling her some sort of story of his younger years. He told her how humans in Britain used to live, how he witnessed them go from living in hamlets and dying young from disease and malnutrition, to inventing scanners and planes and other amazing contraptions. He talked about how dragons used to be able to fly in the dark skies before satellites, and how they had to use powerful magic to protect their tiny areas of land from prying eyes. And as he talked, his voice low, she began to drift off.