“Damn, your tits are perfect, baby.” Atika’s words came out in a gruff whisper.
“How about we take this to our bedroom, Love?” Abyle asked, taking a step backward. He wouldn’t force her or crowd her any more than they had already.
No sooner had the words left his mouth before he found himself in the middle of a bedroom with a bed big enough for the three of them, with extra room.
Between one blink and the next, the three of them were naked. He growled, feeling like he’d lost a treat. “I wanted to unwrap you like a present on Christmas Day, Lula Love.”
“Want me to—” She swirled her finger in the air and waited.
“That would be counterproductive. Besides, fuck me running, brother. Check out the feast before us.” Atika licked his lips.
“When you’re right, you’re right. Lula, from this moment on, we tell you what to do and when to do it. Inside the bedroom, we’re in control. Can you deal with that? We don’t want to do anything to hurt or scare you, but we need to have your agreement.” Abyle held her gorgeous stare with his own unbending one.
“I’m not a submissive female, boys.” Her dragon seemed to push forward at the idea of them dominating her.
He shook his head, moving until he stood in front of her. “We would never, and I mean never, do one thing that isn’t in the best interest, and pleasure for all three of us. Right, Atika?”
“If she has to question that, then maybe we need to take a step back,” Atika whispered.
Through their bond, he felt the punch to his gut, the same his brother had as Lula’s doubts assailed her. A mate, whether properly claimed or not, shouldn’t fear their mate or mates, in any way.
“I don’t want you, either of you backing away from me. I’m no virgin. Goddess don’t look at me like that,” she snarled.
Abyle tipped her chin up with one finger, loving the return of the confident female. “We didn’t think you were untouched, Lula Love. However, we don’t want to hear about any of your past...experiences. Now, are you truly prepared to move forward in this claiming? Make no mistake, this is going to be a claiming between the three of us. Neither Atika nor I can be with you and not formally claim you. We both know our Goddess will show acceptance for our triad. You have to also be one hundred percent sure as well.”
Time seemed to stand still as she peered up at him through her lashes. In all his years he didn’t think he’d actually counted seconds, but he and Atika both seemed to do that very thing. And then Lula took a small step back, dropping to her knees. “I accept you both. I did so when I ran like a...well, when I zapped myself away from you both, I just didn’t admit it out loud. I’m sorry for that, but I knew you were mine. I just needed a moment to have a freak out.”
Abyle ran his hand over the crown of her head. With her lips so fucking close to his dick, her warm breath fanned over the tip, making his cock jerk and leak a little more. “Then let’s let the Fates decide for us. I have absolute faith we’ll be properly mated by the end of the night.”
Lula let out a gust of more air than he was sure she needed. “Sounds like a plan. So, do I have to call you both Sir or Master?”
He opened his mouth to answer in the negative, but then she bent forward, licking the tip of him like a lollipop. The groan he expelled was half prayer, half curse as he gripped her soft pink hair in one of his fists. The other he placed at the base of his dick, so she didn’t try to take all of him. She may be a mighty fucking dragon, but he was big. Until she got used to both of them, they’d learn her limits.
“Fuck, she looks good on her knees, brother. Lula, suck him deeper. He likes it when you take him to the back of your throat. Have you ever done that?” Atika asked, coming to stand next to Abyle.
Lula hummed, but she didn’t stop sucking. On each upward motion, she hallowed out her cheeks, the powerful suction almost blinding Abyle with pleasure. “Shit, I’m almost ready to come, Atika. If she does what you suggest, I’ll lose my load too soon.”
His words had Lula quivering. Her tongue swirled over the tip, then she sucked downward again. Her fingers tapped his where he gripped his shaft. He let go and her happy hum vibrated along his length.
“Open yourself to us, Lula. Share what you’re feeling while you suck my brother.”
In that moment he realized her walls had come back up. Even though it killed him, he pulled back, taking the silk heaven of her mouth from his cock. “Lula Love, you need to trust us, and know we will always be open to you and need you to do the same with us.”
Lula’s eyes closed; her chin dipped down until it rested on her chest. “I have a long history for you to see. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
Atika dropped down onto his knees. “Baby, we’re not gonna go running through your mind searching through your memories. That’s not what this is about. Sure, our minds will be open for you as well, and if you want to do that you can. Neither Abyle or I will lie or hide a thing from you. However, we want you open to us so we can have a true triad connection. Not as a way to traipse through your memories for some dastardly reasoning. Now, if your life was at stake, and say we needed to know what happened in a battle in seventeen hundred and twenty-four, then yeah, I’d go searching. What wouldn’t happen is us getting our briefs in a twist over what we found. Nothing that happened in the past will make our feelings for you change. Is that clear enough for you? Search inside both of our hearts and minds and see if what I said is the truth.”
Abyle felt her tentative touch inside him. Warmth flooded every part she touched. She smiled up at him, making his heart lurch. “You’re so damn gorgeous.”
“Okay,” she agreed.
Unable to not touch her, he brushed his thumb over her swollen lips. “You won’t regret giving us control.”
She sucked in a breath, holding it, then let it out. “Your souls are beautiful.” The next breath she released caressed his cock. Lust swirled in her sparkling eyes as she leaned forward, licking slowly around his rigid length. His brother moved around, settling behind her, his large hands covered her breasts; their connection flowered open, allowing him to feel both their pleasures.
It took all his concentration to focus on what Lula was doing to him, her lips and tongue working his cock in tight swirls and hard sucks. He couldn’t stop from jerking when she pressed him to the roof of her mouth. As she laved the bottom just below the tip with quick little flicks of her tongue, he swore he saw stars. Her eyes speared him, need and longing reflected back. Even though he was on the verge of release, Abyle harnessed his control, moving back, leaving her mouth again, this time with a little wet pop.
“What’re you doing? I wasn’t done yet.” She glared up at him with a little pout.
Atika tweaked her nipples, making her yelp. “Didn’t we say we’re the ones in control, and you agreed?”
“Fine, but you better make it good.” She squealed when Atika twisted the hard little points he’d caressed moments ago.
“What did we say about us being in charge? That means we can make this good, or we can make this a little...painful.” Atika tugged on the red flesh. Her moan was of pleasure, a sign she enjoyed a bite of pain.
“See what you’ve done to me.” Abyle pointed at the bead of pearly fluid on the tip of his cock.
She smiled sweetly up at him. “Should I clean that off for you?”
Ah, their cheeky little mate was into playing. That was good because they’d had too little of such things when they were growing up. First because their father, the alpha of the White Bear Clan was a complete and total dick. Then he was killed, by their younger brother, although at the time that wasn’t what they’d been told. Then they had to help their mother hold the clan together. Yeah, their younger years sucked balls, and not the good sucking like Lula had given him.
“We want to please you, but you need to know this is a three-way thing, Lula Love. Not always, though. Sometimes it’ll be just the two of us, or just the two of you. There’ll never be any
jealousy when it comes to the three of us.”
Her breathing quickened, as did her heart rate. It was then he noticed a little detail they’d missed before. She had parts missing. He flowed into her mind, through her memories, shocked to see she’d given parts of herself, integral parts away. Their little dragon female didn’t think she’d find her mate, or, in their case, mates. She’d chosen to offer pieces of herself to others, thinking if she’d died, little parts of her would live on. The selfless, yet utterly devastating knowledge was nearly crushing.
“What’s wrong?” Lula scrambled to her feet, reaching for his chest.
In that moment, he knew he’d do what he had to in order to restore those parts to her. “Nothing, Mi Amore. I’m in awe that we are here and have you within our grasps.” Nothing he said was a lie.
“I too, am stunned. Can you show me now what it is to be mated with the two of you, or are you going to chat me to death?” She smiled that cheeky grin he knew would get her into and out of so much trouble.
He met Atika’s gaze and was more than aware his twin had seen the same thing as him. Their Lula had been too caught up in them to notice they’d gone searching, which they were more than happy to hide from her.
Atika wanted to keep things light and happy between Lula and them, especially this first time. Before Abyle could open his mouth and screw things up, he wrapped his arms around Lula from behind, twisting and flipping them, he rolled until he had maneuvered Lula to the center of the bed. Her giddy laughter was music to his ears.
“Ah, now this is more like it,” he murmured, holding himself above her on his forearms.
Lifting her eyelids, she licked her plump lips. “Hmm, I can feel your dick jerking against my thigh. I’d say I know a much better position, although this one is nice too.”
“Hmm, I wasn’t really going for nice. How about you, Abyle?”
The bed didn’t even move when his twin joined them. Gotta love magic or whatever created what they were on. It was a reminder they had a whole new world to discover.
“Oh, my naughty is the new nice. Didn’t you know?” A wicked grin flittered across the other man’s face as he maneuvered a hand between them. Never one to be outdone, Abyle scraped a nail over a stiffened nipple.
Fuck, he wanted to see just how far they could go before she was impaled on one or both of their stiff dicks. Her eyes widened as Abyle moved closer, pulling her leg over one of his. The action gave Atika more room to settle between her thighs. “You comfy, baby?” he asked.
Her leg lifted, sliding along his hip. “Good Goddess, you’re gonna drive me insane.”
The sweet scent of need permeated the air, mixing with their more masculine scents. He covered her lips, taking her next breath into his mouth. Between the two of them, they loved her body, worshipped her. He maneuvered to the side, so he didn’t just shove his cock into her wet heat, and they alternated between sucking and nipping on her flesh.
“Damn, I love seeing our marks all over her tender skin.” Atika whispered, seeing the same need and love on Abyle’s face, feeling the same through their connection.
“Don’t keep torturing me,” Lula begged.
Abyle latched onto one plump breast, engulfing as much as he could inside his mouth before slowly pulling off until only the tip was still inside. Atika could see the tip was turning a deeper red under his brother’s ministrations. With a sharp bite, Abyle let go and was rewarded with Lula gripping his hair in one of her fists. Fuck. Their little mate was far from a tame lover.
He trailed his fingertips down her quivering belly, over her mound of trimmed pink hair. Fuck him, he was in love with the color pink. Or at least on their mate. The tiny little triangle led to the smooth lips, and he’d be a liar if he didn’t admit to loving a female who kept a well-groomed undercarriage.
“I’m glad you approve.” Lula’s hips lifted upward as he paused.
“You inside my head?” he asked.
“You were inside mine, weren’t you?”
His heart banged against his chest, wondering if she’d caught, he and his brother’s intentions. “I plan to be inside a lot more of you shortly,” he said instead of answering her, trailing one finger between her lips.
He was greeted with her arousal, sweet cotton-candy scent filling the air around them. He could get drunk on her and that sweet smell, but he wanted to do a lot more than just fuck her with his finger. Her hips snapped forward, insisting on more with that little action. More, more, more—was a litany that seemed to be on repeat in his mind. It took him a moment to recognize Lula’s voice.
Shit, she was so far inside him, she would know all their secrets. Which was how it should be with truemates. His heart leapt with joy. When they got the parts of her back, they wouldn’t have to worry about losing her when they’d only just found her. The pang that threatened to overwhelm him was shoved to the back of his mind.
“If we do anything you don’t like, you tell us. Doesn’t mean we’ll stop, but we’ll discuss and...see if we can’t change your mind.” He winked up at her.
“Oh Abyle, do that again.”
He realized his brother wasn’t lost in thoughts of losing their mate. In fact, he was taking advantage of the nakedness of Lula and her body.
“Let me see if you taste as good as you smell, hmm?” Atika followed the same path with his lips, kissing, licking, nipping his way down Lula’s sexy little body. It would be a miracle if he lasted long enough to actually get inside their mate.
The more excited she got, the more her skin glistened as if she’d been sprinkled with fairy dust.
“You gonna come for us, sweetheart?” he growled, staring down at the perfection of her with both thighs draped over his shoulders, her body almost shiny with arousal as she panted.
“Oh, my Goddess. If you don’t do something quickly, I’m going to take over,” she swore.
He slicked his thumbs down the center of her, spreading her lower lips before burying his face between her thighs. Fuck. If he died tomorrow, he’d know he’d tasted paradise.
Chapter Seven
Lula stared down at the dark-haired male between her thighs, then at the one next to her, shivering at the carnal delight they were giving. In her very long life, she’d experienced many things, but never two men at once.
It had been hundreds of years since she’d even enjoyed a male, her body having decided the pleasures of the flesh, were no longer the same without the heart involved. Now, seeing her pale fingers digging into their dark hair, it was right she’d given up such frivolous encounters. They were right. Regardless of who their Goddesses were, these two men were hers. Her dragon trilled inside her, the hussy.
A swipe of a tongue over her bare flesh below had her moaning. At the same time, a sharp nip to her breast had her crying out in startled pleasure. The dual sensation was tossing her into a world of the unknown, yet she wanted more. Good Goddess, more was becoming her favorite word when it came to these two who seemed intent on giving her more, more, more.
She closed her eyes, relaxing into the soft bedding, clutching at whatever parts of her mates she could touch. She happily gave herself over to them, desperate for the release only they could give. “Yes, right there, please don’t stop, Atika.”
Lula wasn’t above begging, especially when she felt him pulling back. She sighed as he pushed his fingers inside her, then another set joined him, making her pry her eyes open.
“We do this together.”
The words were said in unison just as they pumped in and out, both now watching. She was sure she’d be scandalized, later, having one leg tossed over each man’s shoulder as they moved two fingers each, in and out. She felt so full, so wanton, and the closer was to coming, the less she cared about anything but them.
“You’re sexy as fuck. Come for us, Lula Love,” Abyle ordered.
At his dark order, a small contraction rolled through her, signaling an impending orgasm. Her eyes flew wide at the feeling since she hadn’t exp
erienced one in so long.
She had forgotten what it was like. The tingle racing through her, waking nerve endings like she had been electrocuted, was exhilarating. She reached down, gripping their forearms, holding them in place, silently demanding they not to quit. They could call the shots, tell her they were in charge, but if they thought to withhold what she needed, she’d claw their damn...ohhhh.
“That’s it, Lula. Come for us.” Abyle’s deep commanding voice tossed her over the edge.
Her body shook, pleasure zinging through her from the tips of her toes to her head. Both men removed their fingers, sucking them into their mouths with lusty moans.
“Fuck me, brother, she tastes even better than warm apple pie.” Atika pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a smacking pop.
“I haven’t come that hard in hundreds of years,” she gasped.
As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could call them back.
“How long has it been since you’ve been with a male?” Atika settled beside her with Abyle on the other side.
“Do you want to know when the last time I came was, or the last time I’ve had sexual relations? Isn’t that what one of your presidents called it?” She tried to be funny and make light of her nonexistent sex life.
Abyle leaned up on one elbow, and turned her to face him, with a gentle tug on her chin. “Don’t.”
That one word, said with such authority, brought tears to her eyes. “I stopped keeping track over four hundred years ago.”
Both her mates were silent for what seemed an eternity, then as she lay there holding her breath, each man broke out in a smile.
“Well, Lula Love, it’s time that dry spell ended.”
She loved how Abyle called her Lula Love with such sweetness, or with just the right inflection that it had her sex clenching in need. She was in so much trouble with these two males.
Atika gripped her chin next but didn’t talk, using his grip to bring her face around to his. He cut off her smiling retort, his tongue sweeping inside, claiming her in a demanding kiss.
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