by Jane Jamison
“Ah, shit, man. That’s all?”
He understood how Branson felt. His first instinct was to destroy the men who had wanted to harm their mate. But he’d promised his friends that they’d find them alive. Soaking wet and clinging to life preservers, but alive.
* * * *
Arielle stood on the balcony watching the fight with binoculars. Not that it was much of a fight. Although she couldn’t see the shimmers from that distance, she saw the force of the three dragons’ attack. The men on board the yacht were in panic mode.
“Good. You’re getting what you deserve.”
As she continued to watch, the yacht listed to one side and started sinking. Men jumped ship, taking life preservers along with them.
“Now you can see how it feels, boys. Don’t let the sharks bite.”
She lowered the binoculars then pivoted around and headed into her bedroom. When the men she loved returned, she’d be waiting for them.
Epilogue
“One more question.” Arielle playfully tugged on Branson’s hair and watched as the birds flew around the backyard. Was it really a backyard when the green area kept going all the way to the beach? Although she loved playing in the surf, she preferred the evenings like this one when they sat out on the veranda of their magnificent home and watched the sun set. Later, once the moon was full in the sky, they’d stretch their wings and take flight. She was sure that they’d argue about which one of them would have her ride on his back, but she’d choose Anthony. After all, it was his turn.
“Shoot.” Montana sipped his beer, his gaze on her instead of the purple-hued sky.
They’d already answered so many of her questions, yet she always seemed to have more. “Are you sure there wasn’t a video of their testimonies?”
After they’d destroyed the yacht, the men had waited around long enough to be sure that the jewel thieves were picked up by the authorities. Other than being scared half out of their wits, along with a few bruises and cuts, the thieves were in good condition. As promised, they’d been hauled off to jail.
She’d done what she could, giving the jewels to the authorities and making an official statement. The arraignment for the thieves had happened last week. Although she’d been ordered to testify and had done so, the court had asked all spectators to leave the courtroom when the thieves had taken the stand one by one.
“No. No cameras or video equipment were allowed.” Anthony leaned against the railing. “I’ve told you all this before. My friend helping out on the case said no one in the room believed their story about invisible attackers.” He made air quotes to emphasize the invisible attackers.
“Babe, everyone thinks they’ve lost it. Stop worrying.”
“I’m trying, but one of them said he saw you, Montana. As a dragon.”
Montana groaned, having been chastised several times about dropping his cloak. “Damn it, will you three get over it? I lost control for a split second. Like Anthony said, no one’s buying his story.”
Still, she worried. If the world found out about them…
“Bella, give it a rest. We’re fine, and we’re going to stay that way.”
“I can’t. Unless…”
A knowing look brightened Montana’s face. “Unless what?”
“Unless you three can think of some way to help me stop worrying.”
“Hmm.” Branson pretended to give it more thought. “I suppose we could come up with something. What do you think, guys?”
“It’ll have to be something very, very distracting.” She did her own pretending, trying to act as though they weren’t talking about the same thing.
“I can think of one idea.” Branson stood and pulled her to her feet. “Want to hear it?”
“Will it make me relax?” she teased.
“I don’t know about relaxing, but it’ll damn sure take your mind off everything except us.” Anthony surprised her by bending low and scooping her up onto his shoulders.
She yelped, surprised but pleased, too. Holding on to his shirt, she rode on his shoulders into the house and up the stairs. Her laughter echoed in the hallway and lasted until the moment he flopped her on top of the bed.
Branson and Montana came into the room right after them. Branson grabbed his friend’s arm. “Hold up. Let’s do this right.” Turning, he strode over to the music system on the bookshelf. After taking a minute to look through the choices, he selected a song. The music was sensual yet with a pounding beat.
“Want a show, sugar?”
She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. “Sure I do.”
“Then a show is what you’ll get.” His eyes grew brighter as red flecks sparkled against the silver. Moving his hips, he began undoing the buttons of his shirt.
This is gonna be good.
Montana fell into step next to Branson. “We’re not professional dancers, but—”
“Hell, we’re not even good amateur dancers.” Anthony tugged off his T-shirt and got in line with the others.
They weren’t professional dancers by any means, and she’d been to a few male exotic dancer revues, but they were hotter than any dancers she’d ever seen. Slowly, they stripped, taking off one piece of clothing at a time and sliding it over their bodies in a seductive way. Once they all had their shirts off, they started working as a team even more.
Boots were shucked, the muscles in their arms rippling as they did so. Following Branson’s lead, they shimmied around, giving her a good look at all three nicely formed asses. With their backs to her, they started undoing their jeans. Their hot glances at her had her mouth watering.
As wonderful as their show was, she was anxious to have them touch her. Her body craved their tongues, their teeth against her skin, and their cocks inside her.
Slowly, together, each of them put their right foot behind the left heel and pivoted around. They had their jeans flaps open, the zippers down just far enough to tease her.
“Keep going,” she ordered.
They swayed their hips back and forth. Branson flexed his arms like a bodybuilder while Anthony put his hands behind his neck and posed. Montana did a quick turn, squatted, then was back on his feet. She laughed, loving their attempts at choreography.
Staying in line, they came toward her. Their heated gazes were locked on her, but their hands were on their zippers. She swallowed, trying hard not to jump out of bed and attack them.
“Easy, babe.” Montana winked then thrust his hips toward her.
“Now, guys,” instructed Branson.
Together, they shoved their jeans to their ankles. Three huge, erect cocks burst from their confinement and pointed straight at her. She blew out a breath, at a loss for words.
Still gyrating to the music, they came closer until, at last, they were crawling on top of the bed. Giggling, she submitted to them.
The sound of her clothes ripping away startled her at first then thrilled her. Hoping they’d end up in bed, she hadn’t worn underwear. With only a couple of yanks, she was naked.
“Damn it, but you’re fucking hot.” Montana slid his tongue along his upper lip. He pushed her legs open then grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her up and over him. She sat on top of his hard thighs, her wet pussy pressing against his slick-ended cock.
Branson’s and Anthony’s hands slid over her body, fondling her tits and her ass. Kisses and sharp nibbles were added to her shoulders and her back as fingers found her dark hole. She moaned as their cocks heated the sides of her legs.
She looked from one man to the next and saw that the red had taken over more of their pupils. “Tell me I’m your mate. Now and forever.”
“You are. For as long as any of us lives.” Anthony moved behind her. “Fuck us, mate. Fuck us hard.”
“Do you love me?” Had they ever said so straight out?
Branson, his jaw gritted, stared at her in surprise. “Don’t you know we do?”
“I want to hear you say it. All of you.” Her pulse pounded in her ears, as, for
only a moment, she feared they wouldn’t say the words.
“I love you,” whispered Anthony from behind. His fingers played with her asshole and then were gone to be replaced by his cock.
She sucked in air and tightened her ass, determined to keep his cock trapped inside her. “I love you, too.”
“I love you, sugar.” Branson lifted her up a little then brought her down hard. His cock speared into her pussy.
“I love you, too, Branson.” Her voice was breathy, its power stolen by his thrust. He rammed into her again, setting up a steady motion.
“Don’t forget me, babe. I love you just as much as they do. Hell, I love you more than they do.” Montana massaged her tits, pulling at her nipples in a primal, needy way.
“The hell you do,” argued Anthony. “No one loves her as much as I do.”
“I’m the one who loves her the most.” Branson didn’t look at the others. Instead, his eyes were for only her as he shoved his hips upward, plunging into her again and again. “Tell them you love me more than you love them, sugar.”
She smiled, knowing they were joking with each other. “I love you all equally.”
The steam that always appeared whenever they made love sifted toward the ceiling. Heat surrounded her, trying to match the burn inside her, but it could never compare. Tiny flames danced between Branson and her, their bodies slick with juices and perspiration. She leaned forward, ready for Anthony, and wasn’t disappointed as he slipped his cock inside her butt hole.
Montana watched on as he liked to do, his gaze hungry, his hands playing over her shoulder, her breasts, and with her hair. “Do it, babe. Make them come so I can have you all to myself. You know you want it that way since I am the one you really love the most.”
Branson and Anthony were too immersed in ramming their cocks inside her pussy and ass to argue any longer. She closed her eyes, feeling the spiral of her need spinning wilder and wilder. Caught between her men was the best place in the world, a place where she felt beautiful and alive. And not clumsy at all.
Juices flowed between her legs. Her nipples ached, stung by fingers and teeth. Every inch of her was alive, filled with a passion only the men she loved could give her.
When Branson stalled, then shoved one last time into her, she opened her eyes, wanting to see his climax in his tight expression. His shoulder muscles tightened, as did the muscles in his flat abdomen. Smoke drifted out of the sides of his mouth as sparks of flames ignited then puffed out around him. She wasn’t afraid that she’d get burned. Her men would never do anything to hurt her.
His cum shot into her, and she tightened her pussy, hoping to keep as much of it inside her as she could. Soon she hoped she’d give them a child. Whether it was one man’s or another’s didn’t matter.
Anthony mumbled that he couldn’t hold on for another minute. Now that Branson had moved away, he pushed against her spine, bending her over. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks as his pummels into her ass grew stronger, faster.
“Montana, rub my clit.”
“Sure thing, babe.”
Her hair draped in front of her as he eased his hand between her legs. Her clit was still throbbing, but when his fingers touched her, the pleasure-filled ache skyrocketed. Had his touch torched her clit? She bent her head to look and wasn’t surprised to see whiffs of smoke floating outward.
Oh shit.
Anthony strengthened his hold on her then shoved his cock into her ass even harder. Then, with an agonized groan, he ground out his release, pulling his cock from her and shooting his warm cum on her back.
“Finally.” Montana didn’t give her a second to catch her breath as he lifted her up and threw her on her back. “You saved the best for last.”
“You know that’s bullshit, bella.”
“What a load of crap,” agreed Branson.
She didn’t bother joining in the argument. All she wanted was to have Montana’s cock inside her pussy. She didn’t have long to wait as he picked up her lower torso and locked her knees on top of his shoulders. His gaze met hers as he plunged his cock deep into her pussy.
She’d never believed multiple orgasms were possible. At least not for her. But since meeting her men, she’d found out that with them, with the dragons they were, multiple orgasms were the norm.
She cried out as his cock stretched her pussy. Friction set up another fire inside her, one that burned brightly. Keeping his body straight, he leaned back and angled his cock just right.
She exploded as his cock brushed over the spongy mass inside her. Sucking in air, she held it, waiting. The climax charged through her, battering her mind into semi-awareness. Yet her body was aware of every inch of his cock.
Screaming, she joined her cry with his as their releases came together. He pulled her to him, his chest against hers, as their orgasms shook them. Squeezing her hard, he clung to her as she clung to him. Shudder after shudder racked their bodies.
When at last they could hold each other no longer, they collapsed onto their sides, finally releasing the other. Branson and Anthony drew closer, Anthony sitting at the head of the bed while Branson relaxed on her other side. Several minutes passed until they could speak.
“I think you gave the island the wrong name.” She studied the ceiling and wondered if they should add a mirror.
“How’s that, bella?”
“Yeah. What other name would we have given it?” asked Montana.
“I think Dragon Island is the perfect name, babe.”
She stretched out, one hand finding Anthony as the other lay on top of Branson’s chest. Montana slid his hand along her leg. “Nope. I would’ve given it a different name.”
“Like what? Just tell us and we’ll change the name,” said Anthony.
“Well, I don’t know that I’d go so far as to officially change the name.” She drew in a long, satisfied breath. “But just between us, I’d call it Pleasure Island.”
“Is that so? Why?”
As if Branson doesn’t know why.
She arched an eyebrow and took his cock in her hand. “I’ll show you why.” Giggling, she bent over him and slid down his body.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.
As an avid reader, she fell in love with romance novels. Then one day, she put her favorite things together and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
Jane spends her days in her home office surrounded by the characters she loves and the furry pets she adores. Often a new character will knock on the door of her imagination and spark the idea for another book.
Her future includes traveling, learning the art of photography, and writing more books. Thanks to her loving husband, she continues to turn her dreams into realities.
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