by Ophelia Bell
But this woman, his mate, was willing to take them both, and appeared to be driving Ig wild with her mouth and hands.
Bry pushed deeper, acutely aware of every tight inch of her sheath and how well she accommodated him. After several painstaking moments, he was buried to the hilt in her and panting with the need to fuck. He clutched at her ass and she pushed back, her hips beginning to undulate before he’d even moved, telling him she needed to be fucked every bit as much as he needed to fuck her.
He moved, pulling out in a long stroke, his entire length glistening with her juices and the scent of her arousal growing stronger and making his dragon roar. His tenuous control wavered. They had warned her how it would be when they got going, and she had said yes, he reminded himself.
“Do it,” Ignazio said, his voice low and almost drunk with pleasure.
Bryer slammed home.
Pomona cried out, “Bryer! Oh, God, yes. Fuck me!” and that was the end of his self-control.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Bryer’s cock stretched Pomona’s pussy, filling her so completely her mind spun with pleasure, making it tricky to maintain focus on the equally impressive erection in front of her. After his first slow stroke into her, Bryer abandoned his restraint, grabbing her hips with both hands and ramming deep into her over and over. She hadn’t realized how huge his hands were, but they easily held her hips, his thumbs still teasing between her ass cheeks.
She wanted so badly to taste all of Ignazio—to suck him off until he shot his load deep in her throat—but Bry’s violent pounding made it impossible to do anything but hang on.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Ignazio said. “Hold onto me.”
She let go of Ignazio’s cock to grip his shoulders, panting with the pleasure of Bry’s deep, plunging thrusts into her pussy and the teasing swirls of his thumb around her puckered rear opening.
“I’m going to fuck this ass next,” Bryer said, pushing one thumb past the barrier. The tight friction made her cry out.
Ignazio cupped her jaw and she opened her eyes, faced the raw hunger in his crimson gaze, and knew that this was only the beginning.
“Come for us, Pomona. Come on his cock—I want to see your face when you fall to pieces.”
“Oh, God …” she moaned, digging her fingers into Ignazio’s shoulders and pressing her face into his neck. His warm scent inundated her, and she shuddered with pleasure when he cupped both her breasts and pinched her aching nipples.
“It’s my turn next,” Ignazio said in her ear. “My turn to fill that sweet pussy up with my spunk. You’ll be so full of us both, you’ll be able to taste us. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“I wanted … you to fuck me … so bad,” she panted, the confession spilling from her lips unchecked. She didn’t care. They were giving her everything now, and she wanted them to know all her dirty secrets. “All this time, I wanted you. Both of you.”
Ignazio’s eyes filled with something close to fear that she didn’t understand, but then it was gone and his mouth was on hers. His kiss was desperate, seeking, exploring, and one of his hands slid down her belly and between her legs, found her clit, and stroked.
“I need you to come, baby. Squeeze his cock until he’s done so I can have this pussy. Fuck, Pomona, I need to be inside you so bad. Need to make you mine.”
Bryer’s thumb pierced her ass deeper, plunging in and out. He slid his other hand up her back, resting it between her shoulder blades as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear.
“You ready for me to fill you up? Just tell me you’re mine and you can have it.”
“Yes, please! Oh, god, I’m yours. I’m yours.” She reached back with one hand and grabbed at Bryer’s hip, digging her fingers in and pushing back into him as he plunged into her harder, deeper. “I’m yours,” she said again, clutching at Ignazio’s neck and staring deep into his eyes.
She wasn’t lying. In that moment, the two of them owned her, body and soul.
A moment later, her pleasure hit a crescendo and ecstasy exploded through her.
“That’s it. Ride his cock, baby,” Ignazio said, wrapping his hand around hers at the back of his neck.
Bryer roared, and the hand at the center of her shoulder blades slid higher to grab hold of her shoulder and pull her back onto his thrusting shaft. His roar continued, loud enough to set the dishes shaking as his cock pulsed and hot jets of semen filled her clenching core.
The world stilled in the wake of their orgasms, Pomona’s panting in sync with Bryer’s gusts as he breathed against her neck.
Ignazio brushed a kiss along her cheekbone and lifted her chin with fingers that smelled like her essence.
“My turn,” he snarled.
Pomona didn’t get a chance to take a breath before Bryer was out of her, leaving her pussy empty and his seed dripping down her thigh. Ignazio pulled her to him and she staggered onto his lap, straddling him. Her aching channel needed to be filled again, and without even thinking, she raised up and sank right down onto his thick cock.
“Fuck!” Ignazio yelled, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face into her chest. “You are so tight. I never imagined how fucking good this would feel.”
She started to slowly ride him, but then the world tilted as he lifted her up and cradled her ass under his arms. He turned them both and leaned back, sitting on top of the dinner table instead. Swiping his arm along the surface, he pushed the dishes aside, not seeming to care that some tumbled to the floor.
Lying back, he pulled her with him, her breasts pressed against his hard chest and his fingers tangled in her hair.
“You ready for this?” he asked, gazing deep into her eyes.
Pomona blinked down at him, confused. She was more than ready to fuck some more, especially if it meant getting to watch him come while she rode his cock. Then the familiar hands gripped her ass. She looked over her shoulder at Bryer, who stood holding his erection with one hand while he thumbed her slick ass with the other.
“Hand me the oil, brother,” he said, gesturing toward the center of the table.
Pomona followed the direction of his gaze and Ignazio tilted his head back, saw the matched pair of decanters beside the salt and pepper shakers, and chuckled.
He glanced at Pomona. “You’re about to get your salad tossed, baby,” he said, reaching back and grabbing the decanter filled with the Nova Aurora equivalent of olive oil. Bryer reached past her to grab it, bending to press a kiss to her shoulder. His erection brushed against her ass, and her muscles involuntarily clenched at the idea of having something so thick filling her tight, virgin hole.
“You need to relax,” Bryer said, patting her gently on the ass. Cool liquid dribbled into the top of her cleft, and she shivered as he bent and teased his tongue around and around her sensitive flesh before pushing a fingertip into her. He worked it in and out for several strokes, then added another finger, then a third. Each addition kicked her heart rate up, and when Bryer added a fourth finger, she whimpered.
“Look at me, Pomona,” Ignazio said, reaching up to hold her face between his hands. “This is about you—making you feel good. If it’s too much, say so.”
Heart pounding, she nodded. “I want you both so much,” she said. “Would you maybe both fit in … in my pussy?”
“Is that something you want?” Ignazio asked, and she caught him glance behind her with a brow raised, as though checking with Bryer.
“I want everything,” she said. “God, I want whatever you want to do to me, but the idea of having you both come inside me at the same time …” Her pussy walls tightened around Ignazio’s cock as a shudder of pure pleasure rippled through her.
Ignazio smiled at her. “Then I guess that’s something we’ll have to do, but Bry has his heart set on your ass at the moment, and when he’s done, I might want a taste of it, too—if you can h
andle it.”
He’d begun moving again, and Pomona’s eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure of the friction of Ignazio’s cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy while Bryer continued readying her ass. She’d never felt so stretched as when Bryer drizzled more oil between her cheeks and pressed the hot tip of his cock against her opening for the first time.
“Kiss me, Pomona,” Ignazio said, gripping her face and pulling her down to him. He moved inside her, thrusting his cock at a faster pace, his thick head rubbing at just the right angle to hit that bundle of nerves inside her that made her lose track of reality. It made her relax, and when she did, Bryer pushed a little more until his tip made it past the barrier of her anus.
She let out a rough groan at the tight, almost painful stretch. Bryer held onto her hips and didn’t move at all for a moment, just rubbing his hand up and down her back.
“It’ll feel good when I’m inside all the way,” he said. “Let me in.”
He pushed a little more and the friction became searing heat, but in her mind, it all translated to pleasure. It was Bryer’s cock filling her at the same time as Ignazio’s thrust deep into her pussy.
Bryer pushed deeper and let out a hoarse moan of his own, his hands nearly shaking where they gripped her hips and spread her cheeks.
“Pomona … fuck, you feel so good. I’ve got to fuck you.” He shoved hard into her, and she let out a yell. Pressing her face against Ignazio’s chest, she sunk her teeth into his flesh, struggling to hold off the unexpected flood of mind-blowing pleasure at being so completely filled and spread open for them both.
“Ohh, God … I’m going to come so hard!”
“That’s right, baby. Let go. I’m right there with you.” Ignazio wrapped both arms around her, nuzzling her neck as he thrust his cock up into her.
The world fell away from her. Everything that existed in the universe was shoved between her legs, ripples of ecstasy panging through her until her eyes rolled.
Beneath her, Ignazio let out an anguished groan, and Bryer’s frantic thrusts smacked harder at her ass. Her spiraling ascent into oblivion peaked, and she screamed out her orgasm, her body shaking and spasming. The two men followed suit almost instantly, their pistoning cocks shoving deep in tandem, and then stopping suddenly. They came hard, hot streams of semen filling her.
She was slippery and sticky from sweat and sex, limp and exhausted from the orgasms, but when Ignazio gently nudged her and whispered, “One more, baby,” she couldn’t help but quiver in anticipation.
She let them direct her movements, and this time, it seemed completely natural to rise up off Ignazio’s cock, then turn on his lap so she faced Bryer again. Ignazio positioned her to take advantage of her readied ass, pressed his still-hard cock to her rear opening, and she sank down onto him, gasping at the way the friction still stretched her like Bryer hadn’t just been filling her himself.
Blue eyes peered up at her from the edge of the table between her and Ignazio’s knees. Bryer’s gaze was full of reverence as his mouth pressed to her clit and his tongue dipped deep into her empty channel. She let out a gasp of pure pleasure, tangling her fingers into his hair, and pressed her other hand back against Ignazio’s chest for support while Ignazio held her hips and thrust up into her ass again and again.
She rode him slowly for long as she could, until Ignazio’s hand slid up her back to steady her.
“Lean back, baby. I’ve got you. You don’t even need to move.”
She let him lower her down to his chest, and his arms came around her to cup her breasts while his cock kept filling her over and over. Bryer’s large hands supported her legs, holding her wide like he had that first night while he devoured her pussy again.
Ignazio’s mouth was at her ear, murmuring words that drove her wild. He seemed no more coherent than she felt, but as his thrusting grew more frantic, she heard him say something that made her heart clench so tight she nearly cried.
“You’re the one, Pomona. Mine. I love you,” he whispered, and then he came.
She came just as hard as she had the first two times, and the room began to spin. Ignazio eased out of her, holding her tight against him as she came down from her orgasm. He slowly turned, laying her on the table beside him and cradling her against his arm. Bryer watched her from the end of the table, then stood and hovered over her to bend down and kiss her.
The energy between the three of them was raw, like they’d bared their souls, but as much as she cared about these two men, hadn’t it just been about making her feel good? It was just sex. Sure, they were her good friends, but that didn’t mean …
I love you. He said I love you.
She looked into Ignazio’s eyes, searching for some sign that she hadn’t been hearing things. He glanced up at Bryer, and then his gaze darted away as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder and sat up.
“Are you all right?” he asked, leaning on one arm and looking at her with concern. She didn’t sense a hint of what he’d said, though. Maybe she’d imagined it in the heat of the moment?
“You two definitely know how to treat a woman. You make me never want to leave.”
“We don’t want you to leave, Pomona. Ever.”
That warmed her. She didn’t know what this was … but they made her feel amazing. Her feelings were all tangled up, sure, but mostly in a good way. Why question it? Why not let it just be whatever it was? She was good at taking things at face value. These men would be honest with her if it was more than that—a friends-with-benefits arrangement was probably all it really was, anyway. Hadn’t they said they’d shared lovers before?
“You know I’m only here for a few more months. That’s the arrangement.” She stood up and hunted for her clothes, found her panties, opted not to put the sodden garment back on, and then found her dress.
“Nessa would understand. You could take shifts, have more free time,” Bryer said.
“Spend more time with us,” Ignazio added.
The two of them looked at each other, strange expressions of alarm mirrored on both their faces. Was that their, “What the fuck are we thinking?” realization she was seeing? Because clearly, they’d gone mad. She slipped into her dress, then bent to retrieve her hair sticks from the floor.
As she pinned up her hair, she said, “Guys, we have chemistry. I am painfully aware of that fact and have been from day one—literally. But I told you, this is my job. My career matters to me. I can’t let my desire to be the fuck toy of two amazingly well-endowed dragons get in the way of that.”
She glanced down at her dress and cursed at the huge, burgundy-colored splash across the right side, starting beneath the sleeve and running all the way down to the hem. She tore it off again and stared at the stain, focusing her tangled confusion of emotion on the dress rather than at the men.
“Fuck, this is a mess. There’s wine all over it … so much for not destroying my clothes again, huh?”
She slipped into her panties anyway, since they were the only garment she had that wasn’t messed up aside from the usual wetness, but she’d dealt with worse. At least her kitchen was a relatively private zone for her.
Ignazio and Bryer seemed to be having some silent staring match, so she rolled her eyes and turned, heading into the kitchen to find something to remove the stain from her dress.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ignazio tore his gaze away from Bryer’s in time to see Pomona’s backside disappear through the kitchen doors. He needed his friend to give him a reason why he’d said what he had—why he’d sounded like he wanted Pomona for so much more than just sex—but the sight of his mate’s bare skin … and more importantly, what was on that skin … shut him up completely.
Bryer cleared his throat, and in a measured tone said, “Brother, you want to explain what I just saw?”
“I could ask you the same damn thing.”
The
y looked at each other again, and Ignazio felt his dragon coiling smugly inside his mind. His fucking dragon … Not to mention his partner’s fucking dragon. The pair were more in sync than they’d realized, apparently. So much so that they’d succeeded in marking Pomona without either he or Bryer even realizing it until the deed was done.
Because when she’d walked through that door, he’d seen a pair of marks that filled the space between her shoulder blades the same way the twin moons filled the night sky over Nova Aurora. One mark was red, the other blue … two intertwined circles with the unmistakable emblems of each of their families inside. The dragons of each emblem were represented in silhouette, with their talons up and locked together. They might be dancing, or fighting … but the fact that they were both etched into the skin of one woman told him everything he needed to know.
Bryer closed his eyes and shook his head. “I didn’t plan it. In fact, I did everything I could to avoid her because I didn’t think I could follow through.”
“When did you know?” Ignazio said, his throat tight with the emotion he held back—though he wasn’t sure whether it was anger, frustration, betrayal … or something else. All he knew was that he didn’t deserve to be pissed after his own secret had just come out.
“The first day. I knew the second I saw her. What about you?”
Ignazio only nodded and exhaled. After a second, he said, “Why the hell did you wait? You could’ve won the bet that night.”
Bryer’s brows shot up. “Why didn’t you?”
“Fuck … I told you I only made the bet because I knew you needed it. Would you have had any reason to try if you’d already lost?”
After a sigh, Bryer said, “No. But I didn’t want to lay claim to her if I couldn’t do that …” He gestured toward the kitchen. “I still intended to wait—at least tell her first. Didn’t expect my dragon to take care of business and mark her without me knowing.”