Tara arched again in pleasure, and Quill unwrapped his arms, letting Drake catch her softly against his chest. Drake wrapped his arms around her soft breasts, holding her close.
Drake loved the feel of her breasts so much. His hands were just large enough to hold them, and he loved how ample and soft they were. Loved how each squeeze, each touch made her moan and gasp and bite her lip in arousal. Especially loved how he could rub his fingers over them until the nipple formed a hardened tip, which he could press his fingers against, making her shudder.
The scent filling the room was euphoric. She had her own unique fragrance, and the longer she was around them, the more he could make it out. Floral, erotic, distinctly her.
Drake pressed again on her luscious nipples, and Quill pressed into her, running his hand against her clit, unrelenting, more intense than Drake had before. As he did so, he kissed the opposite side of her neck than Drake was nestled into, biting lightly and kissing her passionately.
After only a few seconds, Tara came apart in their arms in what felt like an earthshattering orgasm. She lifted one hand to reach into Drake’s hair, and then her other hand curled around Quill, like she wanted to be close to both of them at once. She cried out both names in ragged moans as her body tensed and released over and over again, her hands gripping onto both of them with surprising strength.
Pure perfection. There was no other way to describe it. The sounds she made, the feel of her luscious body against his own. The knowledge that both he and Quill had done this for her and they could continue to pleasure her like this.
Drake was harder than a rock, and hearing her come made him only more so. But there was one thing he wanted to do first.
He laid her out gently on the bed as she breathed heavily, her body glowing softly in the low light of their bedroom. He came down to her lower half and spread her legs open, taking in the beautiful sight of every part of her and holding her hips.
Quill knew instinctively what to do, and from her side, he held her hands up above her so she wouldn’t be able to squirm away from the sensation. She looked down at Drake, wide-eyed with pleasure, and nodded emphatically.
That was all Drake needed to know. He came down and placed one kiss at the apex of her thighs, then another and another. At first, she gasped in arousal. Then as he came down and licked up the middle, she moaned loudly, an erotic, husky sound.
Drake savored the taste of her as he ran his tongue along the tiny nub, soaking in her scent and the feel of her body as she bucked her hips in pleasure against his hands as he held her. He could see Quill above him, kissing and lavishing her breasts with pleasure from his mouth and his free hand.
With one, long final stroke of Drake’s tongue, Tara orgasmed again. She wrapped both arms around Quill as Drake held her legs, and she screamed with pleasure, arching her back against the bed.
Together they embraced Tara as she came, guarding her, protecting her, experiencing her pleasure with her.
She was theirs and theirs alone. And she would always be.
With a long sigh, Tara regained her senses, and he loved the sight of her body gradually relaxing into the soft sheets, glowing with pleasure. The epitome of beauty.
“That was amazing,” Tara said, pulling Quill forward into a kiss. Drake came up next to her, and she did the same for him. “My dragons.”
“Have we satisfied you?” Drake asked.
“Hell no. I’m not done until you both are,” she said, licking her lips and appraising them both with eager eyes.
* * *
Quill felt himself get even harder at their mate’s exclamation. Granted, she wasn’t officially their mate yet. But at this point, for him, it was just a technicality.
He loved how direct she was with them. How open she’d been and how she’d helped him understand more about Drake than he had probably determined in centuries.
For a very long time, Quill had been despondent that he wasn’t paired with the black dragon. But Drake had always stuck with him, never blamed or minimized him. Had always treated him with respect as a partner.
And all this time, Quill had been helping Drake too, in ways even he hadn’t recognized. Ways that Tara had pointed out.
“That sounds amazing, but…” Drake said, trailing off.
“But what?” Tara looked at both of them, still eager.
“We just want to be careful,” Quill responded.
“We’re just trying to make sure this feels good for you,” Drake added.
Quill loved foreplay. Loved seeing how far he could extend Tara’s pleasure until she screamed their names and came over and over again in their arms. He didn’t even care how, just so long as her orgasms were long and pleasurable.
And sex sounded absolutely amazing. But even though Tara was by no means a virgin, he didn’t know how accustomed to it she was. If sex had been bad for her before, it was possible that going into things again this quickly could be risky.
“Well, if we’re really going to give this whole thing a shot, like you said, then I want this to be a part of that,” Tara said resolutely.
Both men looked at each other, then back to their mate. She really was fearless. A true dragon-heart.
“Okay. Quill, you should—” Drake started but was cut off.
“No, you go, Drake. I’ll be able to use my powers better if I’m watching. If calming is needed, that is.”
With one smooth motion, Drake lay on the bed and pulled Tara by the hips toward him. She came on top of him eagerly, sitting on his abs and running her hands along his pecs.
“Who’s the big bad red dragon now?” she teased, lording over Drake smugly.
“Just you wait,” Drake said calmly, holding her by the hips.
Quill had been a little scared at first that Drake’s sometimes-unfettered rage would follow them into the bedroom. But it hadn’t been the case. His partner had been incredibly calm and caring toward Tara.
When Tara was ready, Quill came and sat behind her, wanting to be close in case she needed him. Just the sight of her gorgeous ass from behind was more than enough eye candy for him.
She sat up and moved back a little, positioning herself over Drake, then slowly, carefully came down over him. His eyes went wide with pleasure as she did.
Tara gasped in what seemed like part shock, part pleasure. Quill wrapped his hands around her waist, and she grabbed them with hers, holding tightly.
“Just try to stay calm. Let your body get used to it,” Quill said softly into her ear, and Tara looked over her shoulder and nodded. Drake could feel the tension in her body, could feel it relax and then tighten up again.
Quill focused inward and let his innate soothing powers wash over their little group, calming and steadying. Though he sensed Drake hadn’t hurt her, he knew if she didn’t relax, it would be impossible to feel the pleasure from it.
And he was certain she would love it.
After a few more moments, in which Drake slowly ran his hands up Tara’s legs while Quill held her close, Quill could feel her body slowly relax. Her hands released his, and he moved closer to her, feeling her delicious hips as her breathing resumed and she gave out a long, satisfied sigh.
“Oh, wow. I didn’t know…” She gasped, pausing for a moment. “Didn’t know it could feel this good.”
“You go the speed you want,” Drake said from below her on the bed. “We’re here for you.”
Tara moved a little, a slow upward then downward motion. She moaned and then bit down on her lip, and Quill continued to focus his powers around them, hopefully helping her focus on the pleasure of the moment and not the pain of the past.
This man that had caused her so much pain, so much hurt, was going to pay; that was for certain. But right now, it was just their triad, just Drake and Quill focusing on their mate’s pleasure.
Tara began moving more quickly against Drake, starting with long, slow motions. Every time she pushed against Drake, she moaned loudly, and Quill could see Drake holding
his breath, fighting the desire within him to take control. Quill couldn’t imagine how hard that was, based on how badly Quill himself wanted to take her this very moment.
Tara came forward and placed her hands on Drake’s chest, digging into his muscles as her breathing became more and more rapid. She pushed down with more intensity each time, and her moans became oaths of pleasure as Quill held her hips from behind.
After a few more strokes, Tara pushed onto Drake and orgasmed, the sounds of her pleasure filling the room, her hands clawing at Drake as he held her. Drake smiled as he held her hips, and Quill held her close to himself, her anchor as her body came apart with pleasure.
Quill had no words to describe how wonderful seeing and feeling her come was. It was better than anything else the entire world had to offer, plus some.
Tara’s breathing was ragged but slowly calmed after a minute as she held on to Drake.
“Not too bad, was it?” Drake teased, smiling wryly.
Tara rolled her eyes. “Just shut up and let me enjoy this,” she said, moving against Drake again, making his eyes go wide.
They were all in now, and Tara couldn’t be stopped as she moved ravenously with Drake, who was now pushing his hips up off the bed to meet her, driving with more and more force. The feel of her, the sight of them separating and then coming together again, was so erotic, so hot. Quill could picture going inside her as well, though that would have to wait for another time since she would probably be exhausted after this.
He wanted to push her pleasure even further, if possible. So as Drake and Tara moved together, Quill brought his hand around her hip and to her clit, moving his hand with her thrusts.
Quill stroked his finger against her, taking in the feel of her body and the sound of her voice. His other hand came around and held her breast, squeezing gently.
It took no time at all, and Tara went again, even more loudly than before. Her voice was like music to Quill’s ears. He would never tire of hearing her go.
She fell to Drake’s chest, breathing heaving. Quill could see Drake was getting close. He’d shown a lot of restraint to get to this point.
Quill gave her a light squeeze and backed off a bit so she could decide what she wanted to do next.
“One more,” Tara said, breathless. “Quill,” she said, coming off of Drake and turning around so she was facing toward Quill. “Come here.”
Quill wasn’t sure what to make of it. Her entire body glowed with pleasure from exertion, and he didn’t suspect she could last much longer. He came up next to her and was shocked when he felt her two hands wrap around his cock, which was painfully hard from all the arousal and seeing her come so many times.
“Don’t think you’re getting out of this,” she said with a teasing, confident smile. Quill came forward and kissed her on the lips, his tongue coming immediately inside her and stroking her.
What would he ever do without this woman in his life?
She raised herself carefully over Drake and then took him inside her once more, careful with the angle. She moved with Drake’s thrusts once more as she held Quill in her hands, stroking and feeling his entire length. He was already so sensitive. It was like fire burning across his entire body, igniting all his senses. Not even his naturally calm demeanor or any dragon powers in the universe could quell the heat that burned in him for Tara.
As she stroked, Quill was ravenous, holding and massaging both her breasts, completely bared to him, while he kissed up her neck and thought of being inside her, the rocking motion of her hips against Drake stoking his imagination.
It really was something magical, the way they all moved together, in tandem, constantly cognizant of each other and focused, Quill and Drake toward Tara and Tara toward the both of them.
Tara’s breath caught, and Quill watched with ecstasy as her eyes rolled back and she arched, her body completely taken in the throes of pleasure.
Before Quill could think another thought, she stroked hard against him, and Quill felt his body jerk as he came with her, his entire body sending off sparks and his dragon tensing with the power within him. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, being here with his mate and feeling her love.
Tara’s voice rose above them, screaming wildly into the night in complete euphoria. Quill looked past Tara and could see Drake as well, muscles bulging with tension as he breathed heavily and held Tara’s hips from behind, going inside her, coming with the both of them.
Quill wished the moment could last forever, but he knew this was only the start for them. If she was a dragon-heart, and he was certain she was, then they had forever to do this together.
Quill helped her lift off of Drake, who came behind her and laid her down on the bed while Quill pulled up the sheets.
Tonight had been perfect. As she nestled between the two of them, Quill couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would bring. Whatever it was, he was certain they could face it together, so long as Tara was with them.
Their dragon-hearted mate.
9
The last night had been amazing. Tara knew there was still a lot to learn about her dragons, but she was more and more sure they were the ones for her.
They’d been tender, cooperative, and so damn hot last night. She still ached slightly from how full she’d been with Drake inside her, but it was a pleasant kind of pain that reminded her she’d been with someone dear to her. Two of them.
She could hardly wait to be able to experience that with both of them.
But the peace of the morning didn’t last long.
“Shit,” Drake said, striding out of the bedroom, phone in hand.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. She’d been sitting at the kitchen table, reading on her kindle, while Quill was making breakfast, botching several attempts at making omelets and cursing when he burned himself.
When Drake came out, Quill took off his apron and came over to his partner. “Did you get a call?”
Drake nodded. “Not for a mission, though. Just a warning from Sterling. Apparently, the wyverns are on the move.”
Quill raised an eyebrow. “That’s new, right?”
“Yes,” Drake said. “And it means we’re vulnerable.”
“Why?” Tara asked. “I don’t get it.”
Drake gestured to the window. “We didn’t think they’d try anything. Wyverns are much weaker. If they’re coming for us, it means they know something we don’t.”
A thump on the door startled all of them at once.
“What’s that?” Tara asked.
Drake put up a hand. “Stay back.” He walked toward the door and cautiously stood in front of it, listening.
Nothing.
Tara looked at Quill. “What do we do?” she whispered. “Could they be here?”
“They could, but they couldn’t take us,” Quill said, looking uneasy. “There should only be a few wyverns out there, given how little blood they got from me when they captured me.”
She nodded. “What should I do? Should I try mating you, however that works, so I hopefully have an extra power to help if things get nasty?”
Quill raised an eyebrow as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him.
Drake walked over, grabbing a knife from the kitchen counter as he went. “There are a lot of them. I don’t know how, but there are. That’s why they have the guts to come up here. We’ll need all the help we can get.” He cut his arm and held it out.
It felt sudden, but it also felt right. After this, they could take things on as a team. She didn’t know if she really was a dragon-heart, and she didn’t want to disappoint them. But she didn’t want either of her lovers or herself to be in danger, and this was a chance to help that possibility be less likely to happen.
She took the knife from Drake and closed her eyes as she ran it lightly over her wrist, feeling a sharp, white-hot pain and looking down to make sure she’d only barely scored the skin. Blood welled up in droplets along the thin line and Drake pulled her close, holding
her against him as he moved her arm against his.
She felt the pull of a vortex and gasped at the new sensation in her body. She could literally feel his blood moving into her, the way both of them had been able to became a part of her in the time they’d been together.
She could feel her love for them welling through her. From the moment they’d pulled her from the river, this was meant to happen. Suddenly, leaving her world and her business behind didn’t feel like any kind of sacrifice. She closed her eyes and prayed she’d get a dragon power, once Quill shared blood with her.
But before she could turn and complete the process, she heard two deafeningly loud sounds at once. The window shattered into a million pieces, and Quill moved in front of her, blocking her from the glass. The door broke, and Drake ran to block it with his body.
A tail shot forward as a wyvern flew through the window. It was a greenish-brown color, becoming visible only once it was in the apartment. A horrible creature with small wings and beady black eyes and large hind legs but only tiny shriveled arms. Its tail wrapped around Quill’s waist and jerked him back, throwing him out the window. She stifled a scream when she remembered Quill could fly.
She saw that Drake was handling things at the front door, so she ran to the window to make sure Quill was all right. She could make out his shimmery, nearly invisible shape, wrestling in the air with something smaller but still sinister.
She was wondering what she should do when she felt something wrap around her waist and jerk her into the air.
She shrieked as she was lifted out of the apartment, kicking and screaming in hopes of drawing Quill’s or Drake’s attention. But there was no chance. They were both hopelessly overwhelmed.
* * *
Quill’s dragon roared as he saw their mate being carried away in the air. He screeched, calling for Drake, and when they established a mind connection (mind reading wasn’t instant with dragons and had to be agreed to on both sides), Quill could tell Drake was as panicked as he was.
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