by Jane Jamison
“I’m going to eat you up,” murmured Dalton, who went back to doing exactly that. He plunged his tongue deep into her pussy.
She inhaled sharply as his tongue seemed to lengthen and skim over her patchy area. Her body whipped into a higher burn as he fucked her with his tongue. His hungry sounds were like an aphrodisiac, making her own thirst drive her wild.
She pushed Roman away from her tits. “Show me what your tongue can do.”
Roman bent over her again. Starting with one nipple, he whipped his tongue around and around it. She looked down and wasn’t surprised to see a thin trail of smoke floating up from her breasts. He traced a path to her other breast, the wicked gleam in his red-hued eyes staring up at her until smoke rose from the other nipple. She arched, daring him to burn her. Her insides were already boiling her alive.
Using his thumbs, Dalton opened her to him, sliding his tongue from the bottom of her slit up to her throbbing clit. Moaning, he dipped his tongue inside her again, once more threatening to press against her sensitive spot and send her flying without her wings. Pausing just long enough to make her worry that he was going to stop for good, Dalton took her ass cheeks in hand and lifted her butt off the bed. He drove his tongue even farther inside her. His moan flowed over her clit, stimulating her, making her yank on Roman’s hair. Heat—fire?—spread from her clit into her abdomen. She bucked, not to put out the fire but to fan it.
She moaned and jerked Roman’s head up until he had to look at her. “If I don’t get a cock inside me soon, I’m going to think you two can’t handle a Dragoness.”
Dalton lifted his head and wiped away her juices. “There she goes again, throwing her new status around.”
“I think we’ve created a monster.”
Monsters. She’d once thought of dragons as mythical monsters. But no longer.
“Fuck me, boys. Fuck me now. Stoke my fire.”
“Your wish is our command.”
Roman was teasing her, but as long as he gave her what she wanted, she didn’t care. Twisting her onto her side, he pulled her back against his chest and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to make you burn like you’ve never burned before.”
She could barely speak, desperate with need. “Burn, baby, burn.” Colors swirled behind her closed eyelids. Her body tensed, readying for a release. She was lost to their control, unable to do anything more than to mewl her passion.
Were they stronger with more stamina because they were dragons? Was she?
Dalton eased in front of her, gliding his tongue over her mons, along the rise of her belly. He drove his tongue into her bellybutton, giving her another kind of sensation that was both ticklish and sexy. Continuing on his journey, he raked his tongue over the curve of one breast, circled her nipple, and then pressed a quick, tongue-flicked kiss on her lips. Leaning away from her, he gazed at her and smiled.
Could a smile excite her as much as a cock? It could if it was his or Roman’s.
Dalton teased her, moving his hips up and down, in and out, letting his cock press against her mons then move away. Roman started mimicking his friend, teasing her with his cock against her ass.
“What about lubrication?” Why hadn’t she thought about it before now?
“No need. Not with you wearing the bracelet.”
“I’m starting to really like wearing this.” What other benefits would it give her?
Reaching down, she wrapped her hand victoriously around Dalton’s cock. “Got ya. Now stop teasing the hell out of me and fuck me, damn it.”
Their combined chuckles flowed over her skin, warming her again. Slowly, she worked her hand over Dalton’s cock, from his pulsing root to the wet cap. She smiled, loving his tortured expression as she gave him a teasing of his own. If she could’ve reached Roman’s cock, she would’ve given him the same type of treatment.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the red in Roman’s eyes. “Please. Now. I can’t wait any longer.”
His jaw tightened, and a muscle twitched. Putting his mouth against her shoulder, he bared his teeth enough to give her a slice of pain. He spread her butt cheeks then slammed his cock deep inside her.
So much for easing into me.
Yet it didn’t matter. The pain wasn’t much, and what there was swiftly transformed into pleasure. She moaned and pushed her rump toward his crotch. His cock sank deeper into her as he reached around and took hold of her breast. His thumb massaged her aching nipple.
She gripped Dalton’s hair. “Make me burn. Now.”
He nodded once then dipped his head and captured her other nipple in his teeth. “We might burn the place down,” he mumbled.
“I don’t care. Do you?”
His chuckle said no. “Good thing everything I own is flame resistant.”
Roman slammed into her again and again, stretching her tight butt hole to the extreme. “Take her, Dalton.”
Dalton wrapped her leg over his, positioned his cock at her pussy’s entrance then plunged his cock in. He pounded into her, matching Roman’s assault from behind.
The temperature rose around the three of them. Friction soon led to small, bright bursts of flame.
Would they burn alive? She didn’t care as long as they stayed with her, inside her.
She cupped one hand behind Dalton’s neck. Reaching around, she took hold of Roman in the same way. She inhaled, the scent of smoke burning her nostrils.
The core of her, somewhere between her ass and her pussy, boiled with her inner fire. Sweet delight, fueled not only by their sex but also by their love for her, heightened the sensation of their hot skins rubbing against hers. Matching their moves, in and out, as much as she could, she looked at her arm.
Were there tiny flames dancing along her skin? Fear took hold of her until she searched Dalton’s face.
“I love you.” Had any of them said as much yet?
He didn’t blink, didn’t pause in his thrusts. “I love you, too.”
Roman’s whisper came after a flick of his tongue. “I love you, too, baby.”
At the sound of their voices, at the feel of their bodies, she knew. She’d always been meant for them. The golden bracelet on her wrist gleamed once again.
Suddenly the world around her was filled with flames. Whether imagined or not, she wasn’t sure. But what did it matter?
She clutched Dalton to her now, pushing against Roman’s back. Her heart beat faster than she’d have thought humanly possible, but was she still wholly human?
Her release took her, exploding and flooding wetness between her legs. Roman tensed then turned his climax free, sending his hot seed into her asshole. Her body shuddered, and, for a while, she didn’t realize that her shudders were met with Dalton’s. His orgasm broke from him, spurting into her. She clenched her pussy, trying to hold on to as much of his seed as she could.
Sweat poured over them, wetting the bed, dousing the flames. Exhausted, they parted, falling onto their backs.
Peyton smiled at the ornate ceiling above her. “So, how soon can we go flying again?”
Roman blew out a breath. “Yep. We created a monster, all right.”
She laughed as the men she loved rolled onto their sides. Yet her laughter died soon enough as their hands slid over her body, once more igniting the flame of desire.
Epilogue
Peyton dangled her legs over the side of the ledge and watched as Emeralian and Talasium dragons flipped and rolled together, playfully flying together in front of the Emeralian cave. As she expected, Dalton and Roman came and sat down next to her.
“Did you get it straightened out?” She rested her hand on Roman’s leg.
“We told them how Roman’s friend stole the bracelet. Like we thought, they weren’t too happy about it.”
“They didn’t like the fact that their security measures were flawed. Just another example of typical Emeralian superiority, like always.”
“Watch what you say,” warned Dalton. “It’s that kind of statement that’ll
get you in trouble.”
Dalton was right, but Peyton didn’t want to push the issue. Roman had shown courage to stand before the joint council of dragons and admit his part in keeping the bracelet hidden. As expected, the Dradian dragons had refused to participate in the hearing, even going so far as to call her a fake Dragoness. They’d demanded the bracelet be given to them for “safekeeping” and had vowed revenge when the three other clans had refused.
She traced her fingertip over the intricate design of the bracelet. “At least it’s over. Now we can concentrate on other things.”
“Like getting you and Shirley moved to Vegas?” asked Roman.
She couldn’t wait. Tomorrow she and Shirley would fly home and quit their jobs. They’d already extended their vacation times, utilizing all their sick days, too, and were getting angry calls from their supervisors. Not that they cared. What could they do? Fire them?
“We’ll hire movers to pack up our stuff and move. The landlord can handle everything else.”
She leaned against Dalton’s strong arm. Life had taken an unexpected and amazing turn. Both she and Shirley had fallen for dragons.
“There are other things we need to work on, too.” Would they guess what she meant?
“Like getting the clans together? Not just the Emeralians, Talasiums and the Verians, but the Dradians. How we’re going to make them see that it’s the right way is beyond me. They’ve been thorns in our sides for centuries.”
“Yes. I’d also like to meet with the other clans from around the world.” Although much smaller, many other dragon clans were spread around the globe. If they could join together, they might be able to convince the Dradians to give up their warring ways. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
She could almost hear their minds working, trying to figure out what she meant. “Come on, guys. Don’t make it hard.”
“Okay, I give.” Roman tilted his head, curiosity filling his handsome features. “What is it?”
She stood, letting the start of the shift take place. “We need to start working on having a family. Which means that we need to have more sex. I’ll meet you two at home.”
The transformation came even easier now that she’d had practice. Spreading her wings, she pushed off from the ledge and took to the air. The sounds of the men she loved, their wings beating the air, came close on her tail.
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.
Being born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was, and remains, downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
Jane spends her days in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. 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, traveling, and writing more books. Thanks to her loving husband, she continues to turn her dreams into realities.
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