The two men were gorgeous in every way, and they wanted to be with me. It was very clear they could have anyone in the bar they wanted, and they’d chosen me. That was exciting, especially when it was obvious all the other women in the room were so jealous.
My brother will still be at the college in the morning, I told myself. I reached my hand into my pocket to feel for the piece of paper. I knew the address by heart from the number of times I’d looked at it, but I kept the scratch paper as a security blanket of sorts. The hope I carried around in that small piece of paper was often my only friend, the one constant in my life, and the key to finding my brother. It had taken me years of research and a lucky break to find him. And all this time, he’d been in the same city, only a few miles away.
Iavo held my hand on the way out of the bar, escorting me until we arrived at a nice black truck. He opened the passenger door for me, and I climbed in, buckling into the middle of the bench seat. Zach climbed into the driver’s seat and Iavo into the passenger side next to me. They didn’t speak as they buckled in, and I began to worry about exactly what I’d gotten myself into.
The truck was quiet aside from the sound of the rumbling engine. They didn’t turn on any music and neither of them spoke, but there was a charge in the air. Their combined scents filled the cabin, and the brief reprieve I’d had from overpowering lust roared back full force. Unable to help myself, I placed a palm on each of their muscled thighs.
Each wore a tight t-shirt and denim, the hard muscle under my hands caused me to moan. Neither stopped me from touching them as I ran my hands up and down their hard forms. I unbuckled and turned my back to the windshield so that I could touch their chests, the muscle there just as firm. I absentmindedly licked my lips as my fingers roamed over them both.
I found myself anticipating arriving at their cabin and seeing what lay beneath their clothes. When my hands dipped lower, Zach grabbed my wrist, his voice nearly a groan.
“Wait, you need to be patient,” he said.
Iavo looked over at his brother, a brow raised as if to say, “Speak for yourself.”
I sat back down, embarrassed. Hurt. It felt like he’d rebuked me and I didn’t like it. However, the longer I sat, the more I realized my hurt was more because I didn’t want to stop touching them and not because he’d reprimanded me.
Nothing made sense. The moment I stopped touching them, I felt lost, empty. All I wanted was connection. Skin. I ached to feel them with every inch of my body.
Iavo must have sensed my longing, because he lifted me onto his lap and I curled up there like he’d just saved my life. The relief I felt was truly alarming. The trust. The complete and total willingness to give myself into his care.
The pull between myself and the twins was dangerous. I couldn’t explain to myself why I was okay with the whole thing, but somehow, I was. I considered myself to be a clear-headed, confident, street-smart woman; going home with two strangers to have sex was not something a woman like that did. Too risky. Too dangerous.
We pulled onto a dirt path with a darkened cabin at the end. There were no lights on, inside or out. The surroundings were just as dark; the only thing I could see was a dirt road and the shaggy edges of pine trees when the headlights passed them.
When we parked, Iavo lifted me from the truck like I was precious cargo. He kissed my temple before setting me gently on my feet. I followed the twins from the truck to their cabin, taking a deep breath as Zach unlocked the door and stepped inside.
The lights blazed on and I saw a comfortable space decorated like a Colorado ski resort, not a rundown cabin on the outer edges of Lake Michigan. I could smell the water, and a heavy fog hung over the forest surrounding the cabin like a gothic horror novel come to life.
Zach turned back to face me, waiting. Beside me in the dark, Iavo waited as well, silent and still like a predator, making me wonder if the vampire novels were true after all. There was something about these two that just didn’t add up.
And, like vampires, they appeared to be waiting for me to choose to step over the threshold.
Was I going insane? Was this crazy?
I looked at Zach, at his muscles on top of muscles, his cut jaw and gorgeous green eyes. The lust I saw there was heady. No man had ever looked at me like that.
Looking over my shoulder at Iavo was a huge mistake. His eyes were amber, so vivid they almost looked like they were glowing in the reflection of the now bright porch light. He was staring but didn’t touch me.
I wanted him to touch me. I wanted both of them to touch me. At the same time.
Maybe I was going to hell. Maybe I was about to be turned into some kind of mythical vampire junkie. I didn’t care. I burned for them.
Zach had said that once I was inside their cabin, there would be no turning back.
He was wrong.
There had been no turning back the moment I saw them.
I took Iavo’s hand and pulled him inside behind me. When the door slammed closed after him, I lifted my gaze to Zach and deliberately licked my lips.
Chapter 2
Zach, Dragonborn Human, Rider of Iavo The Protector
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Brittany was stunning, the type of beauty a man doesn’t find often. Her beauty was honest and pure; she didn’t fake anything or try to be something she wasn’t. As my gaze fell on her now, her wide eyes peering at us with both trust and anticipation, I couldn’t stop the overwhelming need to possess her from roaring through me. Possess. Claim. Mark as my own.
“You’re ours now, Brittany.” I wasn’t referring to tonight, I meant forever, and I was furious at Iavo for not telling me at the bar. She was ours, our mate. She was Dragonborn, a descendant of a dragon, his rider and their human mate.
She was one of us. And she was ours.
Iavo stepped up behind her, his eyes blazing at me in defiance. I watched with envy as he slid his hands around her waist from behind and cupped her breasts in his palms. Her head fell back onto his shoulder in surrender and she closed her eyes, moaning as he rolled her nipples with his fingers.
“God, you smell so good. Why do you smell so good?” Her voice was husky with need and Iavo drew her scent deeply into his lungs, a growl coming from him as he dropped his lips to the side of her neck.
She is ready for us, Zach. Her wet heat calls me. The scent is like a drug. I won’t be able to stop. Iavo’s voice was gravelly, even inside my head.
“I don’t think that’s going to be an issue,” I whispered, as I stepped closer and lowered my mouth to hers. Brittany gasped as I brushed the tips of my fingers along the sensitive skin of her curved hips and slid them around to cup her ass. She trembled as I pulled her towards me, parting her beautiful lips when I pressed mine against them.
Her golden hair was disheveled, but it was the type of messy that looked as though it had been done on purpose. It suited her and gave her a raw sexiness. My fingers twirled in her long locks as I kissed her harder.
Iavo lowered his hands to the hem of her shirt and I was forced to give up her mouth as he pulled the fabric off over her head. His fingers moved to toy with the straps of her white lace bra as he moved, kissing his way down her spine. She was trapped between us and based on the way she was clinging to my shoulders, she didn’t want us to stop.
I kissed her like a drowning man and knew I would never get enough of her taste, the sounds she was making, the soft whimper of need as Iavo unhooked her bra and pulled the material down her arms.
Forced to lower her arms from my shoulders, she turned in surprise when Iavo held her hands locked at her sides, the bra straps acting as a binding. He took full advantage of her attention and stood up as she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He leaned forward and claimed her lips.
She let him hold her there, bound and on display, the feast before me one I knew Iavo had intended. Her breasts were bare, perfect, and thrust toward me, a perfect offering.
Like a magnet, her luxurious skin drew my gaze.
She had a glow to her that I’d never really seen before. Her full, perky breasts begged to be touched and tasted, teased and pleasured. I wondered if the connection between her breasts and her clit was a strong one, or if she would be more aroused by other…activities.
Unable to wait another minute to taste her, I pulled her light pink nipple into my mouth and started to slowly suck it in and out of my mouth until the peak was even harder. She moaned as I sucked at the sensitive flesh, her mouth occupied by Iavo as he held her in place.
When she started to squirm, her hips thrusting forward…seeking…I kissed my way down to the waist of her jeans. Unbuttoned them. Slid them off her hips and made sure to take the small bit of silk panties with them.
She helped, wiggling her hips and kicking the pants off from where they had pooled around her ankles. All while Iavo held her. Kissed her. Made her shake and moan.
But I was not going to allow my selfish dragon to have all the fun. And a feast awaited.
Kneeling now, I lifted one leg over my shoulder and settled my tongue over her heated core.
With a gasp, she tore her mouth from Iavo to look down at me. I smiled just before sucking her sensitive clit into my mouth. Using one hand on her luscious ass to hold her in place, I ran the other up the inside of her thigh as I devoured her flesh, pressed two fingers deep.
Iavo watched her face with an intensity I, too, was feeling. Our mate was beautiful. Passionate. Naturally submissive. She made no effort to hide her pleasure, to stifle the whimpers of desire that filled the room.
With a smile, Iavo shifted slightly, still holding her hands in place, but moving to stand beside her, where he could lean down and feast on her perky breasts as I made her moan.
Iavo rubbed his hands down Brittany’s firm body, stopping to caress her thighs and the intensely sensitive skin between the firm mounds of her bottom. After a few moments, he slowly slid a finger down to tease at her hot, tight hole. Before long, the beauty was grinding against my mouth, moaning as she wordlessly begged us for more.
I’m going to fuck her here, Zach. She’s going to be so hot and tight around my cock, I can practically feel it already. She took my finger and wants more. I am going to give her more. Tell her. Tell her now. I ignored Iavo’s mental command.
I was a bit too busy to be talking. The walls of her pussy were fluttering and pulsing around my fingers. She was moving in sync with my tongue, riding my mouth with a wild abandon that made me eager to throw her down on the floor and fuck her until she was mindless and screaming with release.
I worked her with my tongue and fingers, pumping them in and out of her as I suckled and rubbed the sensitive flesh in my mouth. It didn’t take long.
“Yes!” Brittany bucked like a wild woman, her pussy clamping down on my fingers like a fist before going into a series of wild spasms that were so intense Iavo could feel them with the finger he had slipped inside her ass.
She’s ours, Zach. Do you feel that? Her pussy knows she’s ours. Her ass knows she’s ours. I want her. Now. My dragon cock will bring her pussy more pleasure than your unskilled human tongue.
Finally willing to release her clit from my mouth, I kissed her thighs, then her stomach as she wilted in Iavo’s hold. He held her effortlessly and I watched her with rapt attention as I answered the aggressive dragon forced to wait his turn. “She seems to like this human tongue just fine.”
“God, you guys are so fucking hot.” She was mumbling, limp and pliable in our eager hands.
Iavo released his hold on the bra straps and the feminine contraption fell to the ground at her feet. The moment his hand was free, he pulled her hair into a fist and angled her head back for a hard, deep kiss.
I want to fuck her. Now. Like this. Tell her.
Knowing I’d pushed him far enough, I complied, but not before taking her breasts into both hands and playing for a few seconds. “Iavo wants to lift you up and settle you on his hard cock. He wants to fuck you now, right here, while I hold you in place.”
Her lips still locked to his kiss, she shuddered and blindly reached for my shoulder. When she made contact, she ripped her mouth from his to face me. “Yes. Fuck me. Do it.”
He grunted in pleasure as he slid the tip of one finger inside of her then, his eyes closing when her tightness sheathed them completely. Over and over, he pumped in and out of her pussy, harder and faster.
She moaned and grabbed my hair to pull my lips closer—which I loved. When she grabbed my free hand and lowered it to her clit, I smiled and played. I adored her assertiveness. There was nothing sexier in the world than a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.
I slid my fingers across her wet clit as Iavo fucked her from behind. He pushed deep, driving her onto my fingers as he stretched her open. Filled her.
Dragon magic filled the air, the heat of fire and scent of dragon rising around us for the first time in our lives together. I’d only tasted this kind of magic from Iavo once before, when his egg had hatched and he’d bonded to me.
But that was different. An understanding between warriors. This was something else. This was sex and heat and lust, and it drove us wild, filled our heads with mindless need.
All inhibition was lost and I stepped back, bending her over as Iavo pumped into her body. I lowered Brittany’s head to my hard cock, praying she’d let me fuck her hot, wet mouth.
She obliged, wrapping her hands around the base and sucking me deep. A sharp gasp stuck in her throat as my hard length hit the back of her throat. She smiled as she started to stroke up and down, moaning as she shifted position so she could get her mouth closer to me as Iavo continued to fill her from behind.
I threw my head back and let the pleasure build. Yet, it was my turn to give the orders. “Wrap around her and get your fingers on her clit, Iavo. Make her come. Make her scream with my cock in her mouth.”
Those perfect lips of hers parted and her tongue licked the head, swirling it around the tip several times. “Yes, Iavo. Do it.” She then opened her mouth wide and swallowed me down. I about choked on my own gasp when I realized just how deep she could take me, and I couldn’t wait to test her limits. It was a good fucking thing that I wasn’t a dragon, because I would have accidentally set the room on fire.
“Your mouth is so hot, mate. Take all of me. Suck me harder.” Who was begging now?
Iavo laughed through our telepathic link, but his humor faded the moment his body wrapped around hers, his hand dove under her belly, and his fingers found Brittany’s clit. I don’t know exactly what he did to her, but she bucked and moaned, the vibration of her throat on the head of my cock nearly making me stumble.
I enjoyed watching her body quiver and jolt, as the pleasure traveled up her long, silky body. The taste of her remained on my tongue, her sweet scent filling the room as Iavo worked her body like a master.
I moaned out, calling her name as I could feel myself about to explode, and pulled out just in time to not lose my load inside her mouth. I wanted to fill her with my seed, mark her as my own, as Iavo was doing.
I pushed her upright once more. She was still riding Iavo’s cock and I held her steady until she wrapped her feet and ankles behind Iavo’s knees. She was almost sitting on him now and I shoved his hand out of the way so I could rub my hard cock up and over her swollen clit to her stomach. Over and over, I rubbed my swollen head up and down her wetness, teasing us both before I leaned in to kiss her.
Iavo pumped into her, harder and faster. I knew the moment he exploded, lost control, made her ours, because she tore her lips from mine and screamed. The orgasm was so strong I could feel her entire lower abdomen pulsing against the length of my cock where it was pressed between us. Dragon magic was strong. Not only would it bring our mate the ultimate pleasure, but each time she accepted us into her body, took our magic and our seed, she would be more attracted to us. She would need us. Want us. But not until the final claiming, when she took us both at the same time, me deeply into her pu
ssy and Iavo in her ass, when I filled her with human seed and Iavo filled her with dragon magic, would she truly be ours by the laws and customs of the Dragonborn. But she would take us both, and then she would be ours.
Forever.
We would have sons and daughters. Future dragon riders and future mates of the Dragonborn came from unions such as this.
Lust. Need. Magic.
I watched pleasure fill her face and felt something elemental shift within me. She was beautiful in her release, wild and uninhibited. Passionate. Mine. I’d never wanted a woman before, not like this. I would hunt for her. Kill for her. Die for her.
“Mine.” The word was little more than a growl as I lifted her still quivering body even higher, forcing Iavo’s cock to slip free from her wet pussy. Tired of standing up, I carried her to the bed and laid her down on her back. I had my clothes off in seconds, but Iavo was faster. He was next to her, working her pussy with one hand while he feasted on her breasts with his mouth. The picture of my dragon and my mate locked in such intimate pleasure on the bed stunned me briefly, but I moved forward and knelt between her legs, once more shoving the eager dragon’s hand out of my way. This pussy was mine now. Mine.
“Brittany?” I still needed permission. She’d taken Iavo, but he’d asked. She had to take us both. She had to choose to accept both of us.
Fingers buried in Iavo’s hair as he sucked at her nipple, she arched her back off the bed and spread her knees wider. “Yes. Fuck me. Do it. I want you.”
Lifting myself, I pressed my throbbing cock against her opening before thrusting deep. She was wet with her own arousal as well as Iavo’s dragon elixir. His cock had evolved for fucking a willing female in the ass, for filling his mate with magic anywhere, anytime. He did not fill his mate with seed. Instead, his elixir acted as a magical bonding agent, ensuring any offspring would be compatible with dragon blood, both mates and riders for future generations of his kind. He was self-lubricating, which made Brittany’s pussy a hot, wet haven.
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