Dragon Twins Bride: A Paranormal Menage Baby Romance

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by Alyse Zaftig


  Phuong glared at them, but she said nothing.

  Gahariet was aware enough to know to back off, so he got to his feet and grabbed the back of Olivier’s sleep shirt.

  “We’ll leave you to rest. Just yell if you need us.”

  “But I…”

  Gahariet pulled Olivier out of the room.

  “Goodnight, Phuong.”

  26

  Wandering

  Phuong

  When Phuong woke up the next morning, she realized that she hadn’t left, as she’d intended to. The nightmare had definitely thrown her plans off.

  As she got out of bed, she yelped at the feeling of the cold stone floor. Of course dragons would live in stone castles. Wood was a bad idea.

  What was it like to raise a baby dragon? She might never know. She was Yore through and through. Now that her implant was gone, she needed to explore the side of herself that had been locked away for so long. There had been a black spot in her mind for a long time. In her most vulnerable moments, she asked the stars to get rid of the implant.

  And now, not only was the implant gone, but she was told that she was a princess — a royal Yore.

  She didn’t know if she believed the dragon twins. She felt drawn to them, sure, but she didn’t know if she was ready to mate them for life. She wasn’t that old. But she was afraid that her body, which got a little wet when they were near, would push her towards accepting the two of them as her mates.

  She threw open the wardrobe in her beautiful room and put on one of her dresses. She had too many, more than she could ever reasonably wear, and she chose the one on the end, blue with silver and green shot through it. At least the silver matched her hair.

  She pulled it over her head before going down the stairs. She followed her nose to the breakfast room.

  As soon as she entered it, an attendant poured a glass of wine at her table. She had only just sat down when the twin dragons came into the room.

  She turned as they stopped in their tracks, apparently astonished to see her there.

  Gahariet recovered first, giving her a grin.

  “Good morning, gorgeous. How are you feeling?”

  “Better. Much better.” She looked at the attendant, who took his cue and left the room.

  Gahariet came in to brush her cheek lightly with his hand. “No more nightmares?”

  “None.” She smiled up at him. “Silly to be afraid of ghosts.”

  “It’s okay,” Olivier said. “I have nightmares with the ghost of my mom sometimes.”

  Gahariet backed up a step. “What?”

  “Yup.”

  “I’ve never heard about those.”

  “I don’t share every single detail of my life with you, Gahariet.” Olivier reached for his plate and began to eat.

  All of them dedicated themselves to eating. Phuong was done with her meal within 10 minutes. She watched as the dragons went back for second and third helpings. It seemed that dragons ate a lot.

  They were tall humans, yeah, but dragons were big. Where did all that extra mass come from? She felt too shy to ask them about it.

  She sat there, drinking her wine and feeling a little bit tipsy. She didn’t have much experience with alcohol. She had to admit that she liked drinking wine with breakfast. It made the day just a little bit brighter.

  Gahariet got to his feet.

  “Do you like jazz?”

  “Yes, of course. Who doesn’t?”

  Gahariet waved his hand. Soft jazz music filled the room.

  “Would you dance with me, Princess?”

  She put her hand in his, drawn to him just like a magnet. She looked up at his face. His hands rested together at the small of her back. Every bit of her curves was pressed against his hard body.

  And then he began to move. Slowly and softly at first, but with perfect confidence, he pulled her into the steps of a dance that she didn’t know.

  And then he was twirling her, and at the end of the spin, somehow she was in Olivier’s arms.

  He gripped her by the waist and spun her in a quick circle above his head. It was exhilarating to be spun around like this.

  Then he brought her to the ground, letting her feet touch the ground for a mere instant before he bent her body backwards and kissed her deeply.

  His tongue was cold and firm, pushing inside of her. And then she felt like fire was being unleashed from him, like it was filling her whole body, like she was burning up in a red-hot blaze. She felt weak at the knees.

  Her legs stopped supporting her then, but she was fine, because Olivier’s strong arms held her up.

  Then she was suddenly vertical, her arms still wrapped around Olivier’s broad shoulders. She felt the warmth of Gahariet’s body pressing close to her, his erection now pressing against the lowest part of her back.

  Olivier stopped kissing her.

  “Come back!” she complained. “I wasn’t done.”

  “Oh, baby, you’re far from done.” Olivier slid to his knees. He raised her skirt and touched his tongue to the soft skin at the very top of her inner thigh.

  Her knees gave way then, but Gahariet was there to catch her and support her. His muscular arms were under her armpits, one hand gripping a breast and stroking it gently.

  Oliver was very skilled with his tongue. He knew the right buttons to press as he touched her and lapped at her with perfectly rhythmic strokes. She felt her body go higher and higher.

  Then he pushed a thick, long finger inside of her. Her whole body felt like it was exploding in a gigantic fireball.

  And then she went supernova.

  27

  Supernova

  Phuong

  When she came back to herself, drifting down from her orgasm, she was kissing Gahariet. His cool tongue pushed its way inside of her mouth, but his fiery body made her warm. His hands were pinning her wrists to the table. Her back arched as she writhed beneath him, fire flooding her whole body and melting every part of it.

  “You ready?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, thrusting her hips towards him. “Take me.”

  She felt the broad head of his cock pushing against her untouched entrance. His hands were pulling her thighs further apart.

  “I need you to relax, okay? I’m big, but I won’t hurt you. I want you to relax all the muscles in your body.”

  He leaned down to kiss her cleavage. Her lower lips clenched, and then they relaxed. He stroked her soft lower lips with his hand.

  “Good.”

  Then his cock was back at her entrance again. His mouth came down to bite her shoulder as he claimed her for the first time.

  Her body burned with incredible heat. It felt as if he had taken a burning poker from a fireplace and pushed it inside of her, but it burned in the most pleasurable way imaginable.

  Her eyes were closed. She could hear the sound of Gahariet’s skin slapping against her own.

  Then she smelled Olivier getting close to her. Her sense of smell was somehow better now. She opened her eyes and got an eyeful of his erection.

  “My turn. Open wide.”

  Before she could say anything, he guided himself inside of her mouth.

  He tasted salty, like the best thing that she’d ever eaten.

  “Mmm,” she said around his cock. His balls slapped against her chin as he began to claim her mouth just as fiercely as his brother was claiming Phuong’s lower body.

  “I’m not going to last,” Olivier gasped. “Oh, stars, so good.”

  “Uh,” Gahariet said. Phuong felt like a fireball had been unleashed inside of her. “I’m about to come.”

  And then Gahariet let out another groan. This time, Phuong felt as if her body was placed on an exploding star. She came apart into a thousand pieces. She might have orgasmed before, but that was like comparing a candle to a giant sun. She cried out around Olivier’s cock, which slid even deeper, touching the beginning of her throat.

  “I don’t think that she has a gag reflex.”

 
Olivier slid even deeper inside of her throat.

  “I’m gonna…”

  And then he unleashed himself inside of her. Her mouth was so full that it overflowed with his essence, spilling onto her cheeks. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was difficult to get much since Olivier was blocking the passageway.

  “Uh!” Olivier said, slamming back inside of her. He filled her with a second shot.

  Then he pulled out of her mouth.

  As soon as Olivier was clear, Gahariet pulled Phuong into his arms.

  “We should take you to a nice, soft bed.” He leaned down and kissed her neck, making her body aroused yet again.

  28

  Ripped Dress

  Gahariet

  He looked down at his precious mate in his arms. He almost wished that he didn’t have to share her with his brother, but he always would. The three of them were one, now and forever.

  He ran up the stairs, Olivier close behind. They went into his room. He was glad that he had a dragon-sized bed.

  He threw his precious cargo down on his bed before climbing on top of her body. He wanted access to her luscious breasts.

  So he gripped the neckline of her dress and tore it in half, exposing every inch of her dark skin. His tongue lapped at one of her hard nipples. His hand went between her thighs, gathering the creamy wetness and pushing two fingers inside of her body while his thumb circled around and around her clit.

  Then it was time to change positions. He’d kept her delicious body to himself for long enough.

  He quickly flipped her onto her stomach to take off the remnants of her dress. Then she was totally naked in his bed.

  Pulling her hip so that her back was to his front, Olivier slid in front of her, while Gahariet lifted her top leg and put it on top of his brother’s outer thigh, bending her leg at the knee.

  She gasped a little bit when Olivier slid inside of her body. Gahariet put his hand on her clit to rub her as his brother claimed her.

  Her body was shaking so much that she was shaking the bed.

  Gahariet’s hand was wet with her juices. He brought the juices to her back door, slowly sliding the wetness around the dark hole.

  “Are you…?” she asked.

  “Just relax,” he said quietly. “Relax.”

  Olivier leaned in and bit her neck. She yelped loudly. Her butt flexed and Olivier groaned as he began to thrust into her a little more quickly.

  “Hold on,” Gahariet told Olivier. “We’re going to double up on her.”

  “Hurry up,” Olivier said through clenched teeth. “She feels so good. I don’t think I’m going to last.”

  Gahariet took as much wetness as he could and then he put the tip of cock into her hole.

  She was insanely tight.

  “Relax,” he said quietly into her little ear. He dropped a tender kiss on her cheek before biting her earlobe.

  Slowly, she eased around him. And then he was pushing past her sphincter.

  The whole room smelled of vanilla, salt, and musk. Gahariet gathered one of her soft, luscious breasts in his hand, squeezing gently to maximize her pleasure.

  “I feel so full,” she said.

  “We’ve barely started.” Gahariet slid deeper.

  “Oh,” she moaned. “So much.”

  Olivier couldn’t hold on anymore. His hands gripped her hips so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

  His eyes were closed as he drove into her again and again, trying to find his completion.

  And his twin was releasing inside of her little body. A heartbeat later, Olivier pulled out of her.

  And then she was Gahariet’s. He pushed her until she was flat on her stomach, and she moved to pull her thighs apart.

  “No,” he told her. “I like you tight like this.” He pushed her legs together.

  He gathered her wrists into one of his hands and held them against the bed above her head.

  “Let me help you,” Olivier said, replacing Gahariet’s grip with his own.

  Gahariet was free to put his hands on her smooth, soft shoulders with his knees on either side of her body.

  And then he was going wild on top of her small body, giving everything that he could to her. She took everything like a champion. He could see from the rapid rise and fall of her back that she was breathing hard.

  One of his hands went from her shoulder to circle her delicate neck. He closed his hand just a little. He could feel her heart beating like a rabbit’s from the pulse in her neck.

  “Come for me,” he commanded. “Fly.”

  With a scream, she shuddered below him, her hand whipping around wildly as her body shook its way through another orgasm. He could feel the tension in her below him.

  And then the clenching of her body pushed him to his own completion. He released inside of his blood-bound mate like he had an unlimited supply of seed inside of him, pulsing again and again, filling her beyond her capacity.

  But finally, his body stopped releasing, and he eased himself out of his mate.

  He rolled them to their side again, Olivier sliding in front of her. Gahariet arranged her thigh on top of Olivier’s again.

  Gahariet knew that they should get clean, but somehow he didn’t have the energy to handle it. His eyes were closing, even though it was still morning.

  29

  Remedy

  Phuong

  Phuong felt something cold pressed against her forehead. She could see bits of light even though her eyes were closed.

  “She’s processing.”

  “The dragon blood will help. Give her some more.”

  She tasted the iron taste of dragon blood in her mouth.

  Fire burst inside of her body, making it feel like her skin was too tight for her. She tossed and turned, her eyes still closed, writhing on the bed where her lovers had claimed all of her virginity.

  Something about love-making made her feel like there were cords binding her to them. She was closer to their thoughts like this. She could practically feel their minds with hers. She knew that even if they were in a crowd, she’d be able to find them, even if she couldn’t see.

  She felt like they were inside of her. Feeling safe, she let herself drift off again.

  * * *

  She blinked awake later. She felt a surge of power inside of her. A light was on near her.

  Gahariet’s smooth voice said, “It’s okay. Relax. Everything is okay.”

  Her eyes finally opened. She could see his face. He was sitting in a chair next to her. He put his hand in hers.

  She drifted back to sleep.

  * * *

  When she woke up yet again, she saw that Olivier was next to her.

  “We have some tea for you.”

  “I don’t really like tea.”

  “It’s an old Drakan family recipe to help you adjust.”

  She accepted the mug from Olivier and took a sip. She felt it douse her inner fire just a little.

  “What’s happening to me?”

  “Your body is getting used to the dragon blood, that’s all.”

  “So my symptoms are normal?”

  “They’re to be expected, yeah.”

  She stared at him, feeling a tug inside of her pulling her towards him. She got to her knees, then she was pulling him close and sealing his mouth with hers.

  With her tongue in his mouth, she could feel him. All of him. Every bit of his pain and frustration. All of his joy, the razor blade of loss that cut him every day that he didn’t have his mother.

  “You aren’t alone, Olivier. You have me.” She kissed him again, lightly and sweetly. She had no idea why she’d said that, but the words had flowed out of her as if from her sleeping mind.

  Olivier was extroverted, but he still held a part of him apart from other people, including his own twin. But she could feel his feelings when she was on top of him.

  She wondered why she hadn’t noticed before. Was it because she couldn’t do it during sex or did she just not
notice because there was so much going on?

  Pushing her way inside of him again, she instantly felt everything that he felt, everything that he was made up of.

  She felt the raging fire, all-consuming and ever-burning.

  This time, he was the one to pull back.

  “I’ll get Gahariet. Wait here.”

  She touched her kiss-swollen lips. “I’ll be right here,” she promised.

  30

  Cabin Fever

  Phuong

  The next day, she was bored out of her mind. Her cabin fever was growing by leaps and bounds. The twins had wanted her to stay in the castle until she was better. She felt a lot better, and she needed to leave.

  She went to the kitchen to ask the cook a question.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Yes?” The cook took out a knife and chopped a head of lettuce. “How can I help you?”

  Phuong eyed the enormous knife. “I was just wondering where the twins were.”

  “They went to Assembly. They’ll be back late afternoon. Do you want breakfast?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “There’s a fruit basket over there.” The cook motioned with her head, since her hands were full. “Anything else?”

  “Nope, that’s it. Thank you.” Phuong went over and grabbed an apple out of the basket before leaving the kitchen.

  She walked around the castle solo. She came to a door that she’d never seen before. It was very tall and had iron bars on it.

  She opened the door and found herself in a room full of books, a library. The books were antiquated, of course, but she still liked the smell.

  Did they have any books that would tell about her abilities? The removal of her implant had sparked more questions than ever. She didn’t know herself.

  Even though Gahariet and Olivier made her feel welcome in their castle, she wished that she knew who she was. And Xuan would need to know, too, if she could just find him.

 

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