Something passes between Ygdris and Raechtar, and then Ygdris raises his head and bites down on my nipple. Pain and pleasure spiral together – from me, echoed by Raechtar, woven together by the blazing ice of Ygdris’ need.
Desire tears through me. I want, so much I can’t think anymore. I position myself over Ygdris. The head of his cock presses between my legs.
This is it.
Ten years of hiding. Ten years of fear.
This must be the right thing to do, or else what have I survived all this time for?
I plunge down, hard. No time to adjust. Ygdris’ cock is long and hard and it stretches me so tight I scream. His moan fills my ears, and then Raechtar bears down on me, his arms like iron beams around my torso. I know exactly what he wants. I want it too.
I pull away from Ygdris, slowly, every inch an excruciating loss. Ygdris groans wordlessly, but the noise Raechtar makes is pure predator.
I kneel over Ygdris, presenting myself for his treasure. Raechtar thrusts into me, and oh God, he’s thicker than Ygdris and it’s so good it hurts and I feel Ygdris’ flare of amazed pleasure on my skin. My breasts. My neck. My lips. My whole body lights up, every thrust pushing me closer to exploding.
Raechtar pistons into me so hard I see stars. My pelvis rocks against Ygdris’. His cock presses against my stomach – and then I wrench myself sideways, pulling Raechtar off-balance until I’m lying between them both.
“Please,” I beg, and the black pit beckons. “No, I mean – both of you – yes. Like that!”
Ygdris thrusts into me, then Raechtar, then Ygdris, then Raechtar. I try to wrap my legs around Ygdris but the sensations are too much. My legs jerk helplessly as they fill me, over and over, stretching me in new and achingly good ways.
“My mate,” Ygdris moans, his hands tangling in my hair. I dig my fingertips into his chest and he moans deeper, kissing me until my lips burn. “My – my mates—”
Raechtar pumps into me, burying his cock to the hilt. I reach behind myself, pulling him closer. “More—”
I’m close. So close. My whole body is wound tight, every nerve focused on the slick white-hot pleasure of two men fucking me at the same time.
Raechtar grinds against me, his cock pressing deep inside me. He pulls out halfway, and Ygdris is already thrusting forward, his cock sliding through my folds, but Raechtar is still there and—
They both hesitate, lust and desire mingling with uncertainty, and I know this is it. This is what I need. “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, God, both of you, yes—”
I wrap one hand around Ygdris’ cock. It’s hot and hard, a thick shaft and a heavy head already slick with my juices. I wrap my fingers over the head, tracing circles that make Ygdris moan and bury his head in my shoulder.
I guide him to my entrance. I’m so slick and so tightly filled by Raechtar already that for a moment I think it’s not going to work. I roll my hips and he thrusts forward and suddenly his cockhead pops into me, stretching me, oh God it’s too much – Ygdris buries his cock deeper, oh God, both of them are buried inside me, it’s incredible but it’s too much, it hurts—
Raechtar mutters something unintelligible as I gasp. He grips my shoulders, his fingertips digging into my collarbone, so close to my neck I gasp. The noise spurs him on. He drives into me, merciless, as though he can feel how overwhelmed I am, how much it hurts to be stretched this much, and when I finally cry out that it’s too much he roars, his cock twitching as he comes deep inside me.
It’s too much. Ygdris’ chest tenses under my hands and I know he’s close. All his tightly-wound control is about to unravel.
It pushes me over the edge. I hitch one leg over his hip, rolling my own hips to meet his thrusts, Raechtar still filling me, God, so filled, and all the excitement and desire and tension that’s been coiling around my veins since I first felt Ygdris’ eyes on me explodes.
Pleasure shakes me to the core, wave after wave, and Ygdris comes as well, emptying himself inside me. My eyes are open, but all I can see are the spinning galaxies I saw when Raechtar and I healed him. Fire and ice, dancing, and me dancing between them, with them, woven into the fabric of their being.
I’ve never felt this before. So perfectly in sync. So wanted, and desired, and… valued. Loved.
Everything I thought I knew before was a lie. The black pit of despair, with its viscous, tarry fingers, and the voice that told me I was broken. The evil dragon who trapped me all those years ago and released my body, but kept my soul enslaved until this moment.
“I told you,” Ygdris whispers into my shoulder. “My mate.”
“Our mate,” Raechtar growls. “Don’t forget.”
“Our mate.” Ygdris smiles, nuzzling my neck. “But my treasure.”
Juno Blake lives in Wellington, New Zealand, which is (mostly) not underwater. Yet. She writes painfully pleasurable paranormal romance about dragons, werewolves, and the women who are strong enough not to fear their fangs.
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