by Lili Zander
“Soldiers?”
She looks up. “You don’t remember?”
Rorix and I exchange glances, and we both shake our heads. “We mated with you, didn’t we, Sofia?” Regret coats my voice. “I’m so sorry.”
“You are?” Her voice goes quiet. “Why?”
It’s Rorix that answers. “I’d give anything to remember it, sweet one. I’ve ached to touch you for so long. I’ve been fantasizing about you for months, and when it finally happens…” His voice trails away. “I wish I could go back in time and do things differently.”
As do I. But as much as I’d like to dwell on what happened, my attention has been captured by Sofia’s words. “You mentioned soldiers?” A faint memory stirs in my mind. “We saw Adrashian ships land on the prison planet.” I run my hands through my hair and stare at Rorix. My thoughts feel hazy and incomplete, and I’m so hot. So thirsty. “Do you remember when?”
Sofia gives me an alarmed look. She puts her hand on my forehead. “You’re burning up again,” she says, looking worried and unhappy. “I was hoping…” She shakes her head. “Never mind. We really need to get my pack. Vulrux packed drugs in it for you that might help with the fever.”
“The Adrashian ships,” I insist. “Tell me what’s going on, Sofia. Please?”
She nods. “Let’s see,” she says. “The Adrashian ships landed the same day you left, but they had Zorahn soldiers in them. They’re looking for Raiht’vi, and they also want to round us up. The humans, I mean. Evidently, Lenox wants to see us returned to Earth so he can keep his promise that we’ll be unharmed.”
“Don’t you want to go back?”
“It’s complicated,” she murmurs. “Anyway. Dariux and I set out to find you, but we got captured by the Zoraken. They beat up Dariux quite badly. The two of us got taken to their camp.” She chews on her lower lip. “They have really good sensors or something. They know where the others are, inside the Dsar Cliffs. The commander, this guy called Hurux, said that his troops were going to lay siege on them.”
As Sofia tells us this story, she starts to tremble. I wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her into my body. I will protect you, little one, my dragon growls. You are my mate. I will die to keep you safe.
For a change, the dragon and I are in perfect alignment.
“You set out to find us?” I ask her, astonished and touched beyond measure. “Why? We have the fever. Did the others not warn you what it means?”
“I don’t care,” she retorts.
“Sofia,” Rorix says gently. “We don’t remember what happens when the dragons take over. Right now, we have a few hours of awareness every day. Soon, that too will end.”
“Yes, I know.” She lifts her chin stubbornly. “And then you’ll be lost forever. Trust me, I’ve heard it from everyone. We’re not going to let that happen. We’ll figure something out.”
“There’s nothing that can be done, Sofia,” I say flatly. “You should go back to Earth.”
I feel her flinch, but she doesn’t pull away from me. “No,” she says. “I’m not going to do that. Not until you’re better. Back to the story. They locked me away, but then you two appeared out of nowhere in dragon form, torched the camp, and rescued me.” She gives us a small smile. “Again. I’m like some kind of damsel in distress, and you guys keep saving me. Just like a fairy tale.”
Did we save her? We took her. She’s kinder than we deserve.
“And then we mated,” Rorix prompts.
She flushes. “Yeah.”
I ask Sofia the one thing I’ve been dreading ever since I woke up and found her naked next to me. “Did we force you?” Even asking the question makes me sick to my stomach.
“No,” she replies at once. “No. You didn’t. I promise you. I wanted this.”
Rorix buries his face in his hands. “You’re being kind again, Sofia,” he says, his voice low and muffled. “But tell me, how much choice did we really give you? There’s two of us, and one of you, and you are human. Your body is frail, delicate.”
“Well, that’s flattering,” she says dryly. “Listen, you two. Cut it out, okay? I wasn’t helpless; I had a weapon. Dariux gave me a ring that could have stunned the crap out of you.”
A small hope blooms in my heart. Could it be possible? If she had a way to subdue us but didn’t, then maybe she’s telling the truth. “He did?”
“Yeah.” She shows us the metal band on her finger. “Evidently, if I fiddle with the hinges, boom.”
There’s so much we should be talking about. We should be plotting about how to help the others. Sofia doesn’t have any clothing. No blankets either. We should be trying to find her pack. We should be thinking about food and water and fire.
But I can’t be practical. Not now. Not when our mate is curled into me, telling me that she wanted us. That she chose us. Even though she knew about the fever.
“Did our dragons pleasure you, sweet one?” I murmur, breathing in her distinctive spicy-sweet scent. “Did they make you moan?” I brush my lips over hers, and her breathing catches. “I want to hear you cry out, Sofia. I want to hear you gasp as you come.”
“I’m really sore,” she whispers, even as she arches her back and moves closer to me.
It doesn’t sound like a protest. “I’ll be gentle,” I promise. I trace the shell of her ear with my tongue, and she whimpers and shifts closer to me, her hand on my naked thigh.
Rorix traces a slow, delicate circle over her nipple. “If you want us to stop,” he says, “we will.”
Her eyes are cloudy with desire. “What if I want you to keep going?”
13
Sofia
Okay. I’ll admit something that, given everything that’s going on right now, seems incredibly petty.
Even though I’m a virgin and I have almost no idea what I’m doing, I wanted to be the best sex they’ve ever had. I wanted them to remember me.
Instead, I get two men that are clearly conflicted about sleeping with me.
My first, visceral reaction is hurt. Is it too much to ask to be wanted, needed, with a passionate, all-encompassing intensity? I don’t want Ferix and Rorix to hesitate. I want them to be consumed with desire for me. Not just when their dragons are in charge. I want them to crave me all the time. The way I crave them.
But I push back my disappointment, because the logical part of me both understands and appreciates what they’re doing. They’re facing the equivalent of a death sentence, and they’re trying to protect me from it. That’s the kind of guys they are. Honorable, ethical. The kind of guys I could bring home to my abuela. The kind of guys whose children I’d want to have someday.
Speaking about children? Unprotected sex is a great way to get pregnant, but I can’t seem to bring myself to care.
I want my mates. And maybe—just maybe—being with them will stop the fever and save them.
From virgin to magic pussy healer in twenty-four hours. No pressure.
From the light filtering into the cave, I think it’s just before dawn, which means I’ve been asleep for more than twelve hours. That’s a lot of sleep, and it’s definitely enough time for my sore muscles to heal. Good. Because the way they’re looking at me, their eyes hooded with desire, is making my insides flutter and clench.
Rising up, I straddle Rorix’s lap. His big hands rest on my shoulders and slide down, a slow descent that thrills me. But they stop at my waist, circling it loosely. I rock forward, pressing my breasts against his sculpted chest, and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders.
“Kiss me,” I order, and drop my mouth to his. As our lips meet, I roll against him, a slow rhythm that grinds my hips against his hard body. He responds, grabbing my ass and pulling me flush to his body, the long bar of his cock pressing against my front. “Yes,” I purr, digging my hands into his hair and kissing down the elegant slope of his neck. His body is a work of art, large and powerful, skin a tanned, gorgeous bronze. He growls and gives me a heart-stopping kiss, his tongue teasin
g the entrance of my mouth until I part for him, melting against his body. My pussy clenches, wet and eager.
“Sofia.” Rorix’s hands tighten on my hips, stopping their movement. I blink, jerked from my pleasurable haze. His brow wrinkles as he studies my face. “Are you sure, sweet one?”
“Extremely.” I’m thirty, and until a few hours ago, I was a virgin. I don’t think they realize how much practice I have at saying no. But with Rorix and Ferix, I want to say yes. Over and over again. I tug his palms from my hips and secure his arms around me. “I want this.”
A small smile plays at the corner of his mouth. His hands slide over my bottom. “Then, my mate, you shall have it.”
My mate. Just hearing those words sends a thrill through me.
Strong arms lift me and lay me back. Rorix slides behind me, and I lean against him, my back against his broad chest. Ferix settles between my thighs. He looks so serious as he lifts my leg, examining the smattering of bruises I’ve collected in the events of the past couple of days. Every time he finds one, he strokes my skin with a feather-soft touch and presses a kiss against the bruise, sweet and infinitely tender. With every touch, my arousal builds until I melt into Rorix’s hold.
This is a great way to wake up.
The big Draekon behind me tucks me closer to his giant chest. One large hand spreads over my belly, the other teases the side of my breast.
For a few minutes, all they do is touch and explore. I close my eyes and surrender to the sensation. Small whimpers escape from my mouth, needy and desperate. Their fingers stroke my body, strumming my arousal to a fever pitch.
“Guys,” I gasp. “I need—”
“Hush,” Ferix murmurs. “Let us enjoy you, little one. Let us give you the pleasure you deserve.”
My hands clench and unclench, pressing into Rorix’s muscled thighs as his thumb circles my nipple. When I wriggle in his grasp and try to squirm away from the too-intense sensation, Ferix grips my wrists and holds them away. Pain flashes through me, and I whimper.
They both freeze. Ferix’s hold eases at once.
“Let me see, Sofia.” Rorix’s voice is barely audible.
I hold up my wrist, showing them the bruises there from being held down last night. I didn’t realize I had them until now. I certainly didn’t care when it was happening, and now, the little smudges marking Ferix’s fingerprints seem like a badge of honor. A souvenir of the night I lost my virginity. “It’s okay. It’s not bothering me.”
Then I see the horrified look on both their faces.
“No, no, no,” I say hastily, seeing the prospect of another orgasm fade. “It’s really okay. I swear, I didn’t even notice them.” I cup Ferix’s cheek as if I could stroke his pained look away. “I promise you. I really enjoyed last night. Really.”
He catches my hand and kisses my palm.
I can feel Rorix’s hesitation. “I’m all right,” I say again. “Really. I’d tell you if I wasn’t.” I hold up my hand and show him the ring Dariux gave me. “Or I’d just stun you.”
The corner of Ferix’s mouth curls up. “Would you really?”
Rorix takes a deep breath and pressed as I am against his chest, I feel his tension drain away. “Maybe I’ll stun you if you don’t continue what you were just doing,” I threaten Ferix, smiling goofily at him.
He laughs, a deep, amused rumble. “That doesn’t sound pleasant,” he agrees. He sucks my finger into his mouth, and I tingle everywhere. After a split-second of hesitation, Rorix returns his attention to my nipples, pinching and pulling them, making me writhe and whimper and moan. My keyed-up body strains towards them.
“Oh, Sofia,” Ferix lifts me gently so I’m lying more on my back, my head resting on Rorix’s taut abs. “Today is about your pleasure.”
“Works for me.” My face heats a little. Then Rorix nudges my legs apart, and Ferix lies down between them so his face is right... uh... between my legs. He’s eye-level with my pussy. No... make that tongue-level. He scoots closer until my aching pussy is close enough for him to lick, close enough to kiss.
A gust of hot breath brushes against my folds, and my sex contracts. I try to close my legs, but Ferix’s bulk is blocking them from snapping shut.
Then Ferix’s mouth falls on my pussy, and he feasts.
At first, his tongue is slow and lazy, soothing the soreness in my muscles. I lean back against Rorix’s chest and sigh with pleasure as warm heat builds in my belly. This is so good. Last night, when Ferix went down on me, it was fantastic, but it had also felt like a prelude to penetration.
This morning, my pleasure is the destination.
Rorix strokes me with callused hands. Ferix’s fingers join his tongue, and he eases one long finger inside me. My muscles clamp immediately around him. So good.
His tongue traces circles on my clitoris as he wriggles his finger inside me, twisting until he’s pressing against my g-spot. The second I feel him there, a fresh surge of wetness gushes through me. I rock back against Rorix, my legs scrambling for purchase.
“Going somewhere?” Ferix teases, and once again, my cheeks heat. Last night, I got two growly, possessive dragons. This morning, I’m getting the men, and it’s just as good. “I don’t think so, sweet one.” He lifts my legs over his shoulders and resumes his licking, and my heels alternately drum his back or dig in. I grip his head, fingers deep in his hair, fists flexing and tugging the thick locks, wordlessly urging him to increase his pace, but he pays no attention.
And he doesn’t stop. His tongue worships me, swiping up, down, delving inside, finding the spots that make me shudder and moan. Rorix gets involved, wrapping me in his strong arms, stroking my breasts and sides until I’m about to go mad. The scent of smoke fills the air—spicy, a bit sweet. But I’m the only one on fire.
The rough side of Ferix’s tongue teases my clit, and all of a sudden, it’s too much. I explode, seeing stars, coming so hard my back contracts. The orgasm wracks my body, sending tingles up my spine, little runners of pleasure spreading through me. Ferix grunts in satisfaction, but he’s not done with me. He pushes his tongue deeper, thrusting into my sex, prolonging my climax.
Time loses meaning.
Eventually, I return to my senses. “My turn,” I tell them. I’ve never sucked a man’s penis before, but I’m eager to taste them. That orgasm was amazing. It seems only fair to return the favor.
“Not yet,” Rorix contradicts. “I want a taste too, Sofia.”
The two of them switch places—I’m beginning to see the advantages of having two mates—and Rorix dips his head between my legs. He starts slow, seeming to know that my clit is really sensitive, but it’s not long before his pace picks up, and I’m clenching my hands into fists again, dangling on the precipice of another climax.
I’m a lucky, lucky woman.
Three orgasms later, I’m sweating, shaking, squirming my hips to get away. My bottom grinds into Rorix’s cock—thick and ready.
“Please,” I say, grabbing Ferix’s shoulders. “I need you. Inside me.”
His eyes are hooded as he traces his fingers around my opening. One dips inside, and my whole body squeezes down onto it, desperate to be filled. He pulls out and cups me in his big hand. My sex pulses against his palm.
I need his cock. I need to be filled.
“As you wish,” he murmurs, and I realize I’ve spoken aloud. Rorix rearranges me, and Ferix rises to his knees, tugging me forward until my sex touches the tip of his cock. I lock my legs around his hips and press closer, moaning as he enters me. My cheek hits the hard and smooth plane of his pec, and his big hand comes to cradle my head. I smile against his chest.
“You are not too sore?” he asks, the question a pleasant rumble in my ear.
“Mmmm,” I answer. The truth is, I am sore—deliciously sore. But I’m not about to tell him. His cock is finally inside me, stretching me to the brim, and I only want more. I hug him tighter and squeeze his sides with my legs. “Take me. Please.”
He smiles in reply. Instead of laying me down and pounding away, he lies back on the ground, keeping me upright on top of him. He sets his hands on my hips and lifts me up and down, letting me fuck him, letting me set the pace. I do my best, my knees trembling every time he impales me. Every time he lifts me off and lowers me down, his huge cock hits a spot deep inside me that sends fireworks shooting through my brain.
It’s too much. Too intense, yet I don’t want him to stop. I slump against his chest, weak with prolonged pleasure, as he thrusts inside me over and over.
Rorix moves closer, his fingers trailing down my spine. He kneels beside Ferix and me, stroking me with one hand, holding his erection in the other. The tip of his cock glistens with a few beads of honey-colored precum, and I want nothing more than to taste him. I’ve never gone down on a guy—I know, it’s crazy—and I’m sure I’m going to be fumbling and inept, but what I lack in skill, I’m willing to make up in enthusiasm.
Rorix gives me an encouraging smile. Emboldened, I lunge forward and lap at the drops. Tastes like honey too.
I wrap my fingers around the base of Rorix’s shaft and take him into my mouth. His big hand settles on the back of my neck. Not forcing me down but supporting me. I angle my head and explore, licking around the helmet-shaped head, finding his sensitive spots and caressing them with my tongue. His moans of desire send fresh heat trickling through me.
Two alien cocks, one in my mouth, one in my pussy. Two Draekons, going wild with desire. For me. For mousy, nose-in-a-textbook, Sofia Menendez. Somebody pinch me.
The tension builds. Before long, Rorix is thrusting shallowly into my mouth in time to Ferix’s surging cock. I moan around his hard length and swirl my tongue around his thickness. His hand squeezes my neck gently, and he jerks forward, grunting as he comes, filling my mouth with his hot cum. Ferix isn’t far behind. His fingers stroke my clitoris, hard and fast. My muscles quiver and tighten as I freefall into yet another orgasm, and it pushes him over the edge. With a shout, he snaps his hips upward, coming deep inside me.