“I personally just think she wants a good seeing to,” Blake commented with a masculine, husky chuckle that suggested he was just as pleased by the thought that it might be true. Kira didn’t need to look to know that Drake had shoved his elbow into Blake’s ribs or some such gesture, because Blake suddenly exclaimed in shock, “Hey! I was only kidding!”
“Even if that’s all it is,” Menion admitted, gripping hold of Kira’s hips to pull her flush against him, “I’d be more than willing to take the chance.”
“In other words, he wants to be inside you as much as the rest of us do,” Blake growled, and the sound of a couple of steps suggested that he’d quickly moved away before his brother could dart an elbow at him again. Menion’s face spread into a fierce smile, and he gazed down at Kira with obvious desire burning in his moss-green eyes.
“I can’t say that he’s entirely wrong,” he admitted, and he tugged Kira just a little closer until she realized that she could feel his rock-hard member pressing impatiently against her abdomen.
“Then what are we waiting for?” Drake demanded, seeming as if he could no longer control himself, if his brother and Menion weren’t going to at least attempt to. “Let’s collect some tears!”
Chapter 20 - Drake
When he’d made the promise to help Menion collect Kira's tears, Drake had never expected he’d be doing it again. Yet, he couldn't complain. He'd had plenty of fun the first time, and this second time would be no different.
The gentle rocking of the ship was difficult to contend with, but the four of them alone in the captain's cabin would manage to get the job done. That was clear from the desire on every face in the room. Blake and Menion looked just as Drake felt, all too willing to get their hands on their mate and remind her just how good they could make her feel.
Drake was more than a little relieved when she seemed to gravitate toward him first. As soon as the cabin door was shut, Drake got only a quick glimpse of fine dark wood furniture and paneled walls before Kira's hands were on his cheeks and her lips were consuming his. With a deep groan of desire, he gripped hold of her hips and pulled her into him, feeling his cock harden in his breeches even as her hands began to trail down his neck and lower, onto his chest. They slipped further still until she’d taken hold of his tunic and was pulling it off him.
"So, we don't need to be careful about the whole virgin thing this time, right?" Blake asked from somewhere close by, but Drake was too engrossed in Kira to even bother trying to scold his brother for his lack of tact.
"Well, I think we can all agree that Kira is no longer a virgin, so no, we don't have to worry about the whole virgin thing," Menion responded sarcastically, as if he couldn't believe Blake even needed to ask the question. Even without looking, Drake could feel Menion and his brother drawing closer, and when he felt Kira shiver against him, he knew they’d begun to undress her. The sound of silk hitting the ground caused him to open his eyes.
There she stood before him, naked as the day she was born. The silver scars [SVdW1] that trailed all over her body, though a reminder of all she’d been through in her life, were also oddly beautiful and reminded Drake of just how strong a woman she was. Though a part of him wanted to erase them and the painful memories that came along with them, he wanted even more to show her that not all men were like those who’d given her those scars. With that in mind, he picked her up into his arms and began to carry her over to the large bed that could only be fit for a king. The ship rocked as he walked, and Drake found it hard to keep going in a straight line, but before long he had managed to guide her down onto the mattress, with a little help from Blake and Menion to help keep him steady. The entire time, Kira kissed him, her lips hinting at a deep-seated desire that she needed more, so much more. Willing to give her exactly what she wanted, Drake reached for his belt and began to undo his breeches. Looking down at Kira, he watched as she shifted up onto her knees and moved to the edge of the bed, kneeling before Menion so she could help him with his tunic. She did so, kissing him as she went, and Drake felt a gentle stab of jealousy, which was quickly overwhelmed by desire. Kicking off his boots, he allowed his breeches to slip to the floor, his erect manhood springing forth even as Blake did the same. The look of jealousy on his brother's face suggested to Drake that he couldn't wait to get his hands on Kira.
The Winter King looked as though he was about to reach across the bed for her, when Kira suddenly gasped, the moment her palm landed flat on Menion's chest, just over his heart. Her head whipped back, and her lips parted in a silent scream to the heavens before she collapsed onto the mattress. The three men remained stock still, and Drake knew his fellow mates were reassuring themselves, as he was, that they knew what was happening.
It wasn't until Kira gasped again and her eyes fluttered open that Menion slipped onto the bed beside her and cradled her head gently as he asked, "What did you see, my love?"
The smile that spread across Kira's face warmed Drake's heart, and relief washed over him to know that she surely wouldn't have smiled like that if she’d seen something terrible.
"Everything is going to be alright," she breathed gently even as she reached up and hooked the palm of her hand around the back of Menion's head. She pulled him down toward her, adding, "This is going to work."
Menion never got the chance to ask her exactly what she meant, because she urged him down to her lips, and all the tension seemed to evaporate from the prince's shoulders. He kissed her passionately for several moments before moving himself to kneel between her thighs. Drake watched, his insides twisting with desire, as Menion began to trace kisses down Kira's entire body, only stopping when he came up between her legs. Their lady's head tilted backward, and she began to gasp and moan in pleasure.
Drake watched from the end of the bed as his brother slipped onto the mattress beside Kira's head. As though she sensed him hovering there, she pushed herself up onto her elbows and took his solid cock in her hand. Unwilling to be left out, Drake moved to kneel opposite his brother and gasped as Kira almost instantly took hold of him in her free hand. When her warm, moist lips slipped delicately over the head of his cock, he groaned and reached for the back of her head. Although inexperienced, she appeared to know exactly what to do. Her tongue lapped gently at the underside of his shaft as she stroked her mouth up and down the length of him. The more pleasure he felt, the more she seemed to moan, and Drake got a distinct impression that they were all suddenly connected more intimately than they ever had been before. The pleasure he felt became so intense, he knew it couldn’t only be his own. Breathing heavily, he forced himself to pull away from Kira, suddenly reminding himself out loud, "This is supposed to be all about you, Kira."
He gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away from his groin before leaning down to kiss her once more. Blake appeared less willing to cease what he was doing, and he remained perched on his knees at Kira's side, her hand traveling up and down his cock. Gripping his own cock in one hand, Drake reached down with his other and took Kira's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed gently, adding pressure until she gasped.
Having come to his senses, Blake finally reached for Kira's hand and somewhat reluctantly forced her to stop stroking his cock. He moved to lean down and take Kira's other nipple into his mouth. Determined not to be outdone, Drake moved to do the same, and Kira's head tilted back as pleasure seemed to overwhelm her, and she began to scream. Her entire body quivered madly, and when her thighs suddenly tightened around Menion's head, Drake knew she was reaching her climax.
As the spasms that wracked her body began to subside, Blake commented with his mouth still around her nipple, "I think she needs a cock inside of her."
Before Drake could point out that that wasn't how they’d collected her tears before, Kira began to nod insistently, as if she was being driven mad by the desire for her mates to take her. Although he would’ve liked to take her first, Drake was well aware that he had to keep his jealousy at bay, even if only to please Kira. Instead of protesting, he gave a nod of approval, and Menion finally seemed to come up for air.
"Sorry, I got a little carried away," Menion chuckled as if he saw the dazed expression on Kira's face. He looked at her closely for a moment, almost as if he were longing to see tears.
"Looks like we're going to have to work a little harder this time," Drake pointed out to his fellow mates, and he clapped Menion on the shoulder, urging him to let Blake take his place. Wiping Kira's sweet juices from his mouth with the back of his hand, Menion switched places with Blake. It took the Winter King only a few seconds to take Kira's hips and flip her onto her stomach. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and she gave a startled gasp as he slipped his cock deep inside her.
"Fuck!" she cursed as he buried himself inside her, squeezing her hips with his huge hands, and Drake's own cock began to throb as he remembered just how good it felt to be inside her. He was quickly distracted when he felt her mouth envelop his cock once more. A gasp from opposite him caused him to open one eye just enough to see that Kira had taken Menion's member in her hand, using her other to steady herself on the bed while Blake plowed into her.
The sheer pleasure of her mouth on his member was almost too intoxicating, and for several moments, he forgot what they were supposed to be doing. But when he opened his eyes and looked down to enjoy the sight of her pleasuring him, he suddenly noticed something glistening on her cheek.
"Crap! We've got tears, boys!"
He was about to slip off the bed in the hopes of finding something to catch them in when Menion, still grunting with pleasure, suddenly shoved a glass vial into his hand. With shaking hands, Drake removed the cork, realizing it was the same glass vial they’d used last time. He guessed he had to have been too out of it during the healing process to know where it had gone.
That didn't matter. What mattered in that moment was collecting Kira's tears so he could right the wrong that had been done when Kira had been forced to use her tears to save him. She seemed to smile around his cock as he placed the cool glass bottle against her cheek. The tears rolled gently into the neck of the vial, collecting at the bottom with a shimmer that appeared even brighter than the first they’d collected.
"Got them!" Drake growled with triumph as Kira began to suck harder, and it became abundantly clear exactly what she wanted now that their task was technically complete. Carefully, Drake placed a hand on her head in an attempt to warn her to be calm for a few moments more while he leaned over and cautiously placed the vial on the bedside cabinet, resting it against a book in the hopes it wouldn't get knocked off if the ship rocked too much.