Chapter 17 Hot zones
“Shh.” Hale cooed, as I squirmed between them. His skin brushing against mine, stealing my breath.
Squatting just by my knees, their bodies were like a fence that boxed me into this corner. Their muscles, large and toned, pressed together as they knelt either side of me.
The Dragon used his fingers, and Hale used his tongue.
“H-a-aa.” A shuddering breath escaped my lips as his tongue, warm, lapped on my earlobe.
He had an unfair advantage. Because despite us having done practically nothing in the past, he knew all my secret thoughts, my dreams, preferences and desires.
It did not help that I spent years thinking of this moment with him, wondering what our first time would have been like, dreaming of it.
And now, it was happening.
He was touching me, with nothing but his lips and tongue, his kisses making a straight line towards my collarbone.
“Found another one,” The Dragon said, and grabbed my waist on both sides.
I gasped, my eyes flying open.
They treated my body like an Easter egg hunt. Searching for spots where their hands or tongues generated the most sparks.
Mapping my body, they called it.
And right now, Hale had just found yet another hot zone, the soft skin on the inner side of my elbow.
Breathless, I was panting at this point. Struggling to sit still. My nipples were the hardest I had ever seen them, and it was a literal hot bath between my legs, bubbling with desire.
“You're OK?” The Dragon’s silver eyes met mine, that deep voice like a caress down my spine.
My shoulder trembled, as I gave him a nod.
And then I gasped, my eyes jumping to spot where the smooth ball of his finger was. Caressing the skin behind my knees with light, light strokes.
My thighs started to tremble.
“She likes this more, Hale.” He flashed a wicked smile, holding my gaze the whole time as his fingers continued to give the lightest strokes.
“Will you prefer my lips there, fairy?” Hale leaned up to whisper in my ear. Caressing the skin with the pointy tip of his nose.
“Dark tides!” I cursed, gripping the marble bench tightly, aching to hold him.
“Remember,” The Dragon said, “No tits, no pussy.”
And then he pinched my thigh, with his whole fist. Hard.
Tears jumped to my eyes. My throat dried. And all the sweet sensations were gone.
I blinked, a mere second before they returned. With a vengeance.
My blood moved to boiling point, every inch of my skin demanded more. Demand release. The Dragon watched me the whole time, enjoying the conflict that must have been obvious on my face.
Those wicked glints I had spied from the bathtub yesterday were back in his eyes.
His words in my dream came to me again. You love pain. You are dying for it.
“Yes,” I whispered finally to Hale’s question. Squirming against him as his nose teased, caressed and drew patterns on the very sensitive skin on my neck.
Pulling away, he grabbed my leg and placed it on his thigh. The Dragon pulled away to watch.
“Beautiful,” Hale leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on my knee. “You’re so toned, sweetheart.”
I blushed.
Compliments about my form would always feel incredible, because I put in hard work every day to stay this way.
These lean muscles came from years and years of hard work and non-stop bruises.
You love pain. You are dying for it.
The Dragon’s eyes were pinned on my face. Watching my reaction as his lover’s lips explored the hidden parts of my thigh.
My lips were slack, my pussy so wet the marbles were slippery beneath me. And when his tongue kissed the spot behind my knee, my body jerked off the bench.
Hale pulled away with a satisfied smile.
“Watch this, Hale. I saved the best part for myself.” And the Dragon grabbed my feet.
I lost control at that point, squirming, gasping, the wetness from between my legs sleeking on my thighs, as the man worked my feet.
Moved from kneading my toes, to gentle caresses.
“I’m dying to suck on them.” He finally let me go.
My chest rose and fell as I collapsed against the wall, staring back at them. That had been one hell of an extreme spot. They had not touched my intimate areas, but it felt like they had just turned me inside out.
There was no doubt that they had just mastered my body.
“Head to the shower, fairy.” Hale kissed the back of my hand and stood up. “You don’t want to be late to the academy.”
“Academy?” The Dragon glanced between both of us.
Hale nodded. “She cannot miss a day of practice.”
They gave me privacy to shower alone.
When I stepped out of the shower and bent over the sink to brush my teeth, I realized my clit was still pulsing.
I ached to stroke it, to touch it.
But despite not fully understanding this whole Sub and Dom thing yet, the Dragon had made it clear that I needed their permission for everything.
There was no doubt that whether I got to pleasure myself or not was one of the major things I needed that permission for.
My body froze.
I stared in the mirror, blinking in disbelief because I must be imagining it.
My fangs were extending on their own.
I flexed my jaw, tried to stop it while Rhea lay calm and quiet. But it kept lengthening, pushing my mouth wide apart.
I backed away from the mirror, about to scream, when it snapped back into place.
My teeth were normal again.
Goosebumps covered my skin as I left the bathroom, shaken. Was there something wrong with the tides? The moon?
That had never happened to me before.
My eyes fell on a handwritten note on the bed, and I pushed back the thoughts for later as I picked the note up.
Whenever you get back. Use the computer, and read up everything in the open pages. Besides this note is your underwear for the day. You can only take it off after 2:00 pm
\- - Mordiane
I thought the name signage was unnecessary. I would have known it was him either way.
My fingers brushed the delicate lace as I picked up the maroon-colored panties. Light and delicate.
My cheeks grew hot as I thought about him picking it out.
It looked a little weird when I turned it between my fingers. But I wore it anyway.
Running out of time, I hurried into the playsuit Hale got me alongside the wedding dress yesterday.
However, I did not miss that the men were absent the entire time I got ready. And when Hale finally showed up outside the mansion, his lips were red and plum.
I kept my eyes away from him as he pulled the car door open for me, and then got into the driver's seat to drive me to the academy.
I would have to find a way to kill this sudden, strange possessiveness in my chest.
They had been lovers even before Grandma was born.
And getting jealous was not a part of my Remain Detached plan.
“Thank you for giving me a ride.” I drove the thoughts away. He turned those midnight-blue eyes to me and smiled.
“Daine has two messages for you. He will be away for the whole day and will return...” Hale winced. “Probably in the early hours of tomorrow morning. Also, we’re going to stop at the hospital for a full check-up on your spine, and then get you on birth control.”
I nodded. Of course. Babies were an absolute no.
“How’s the panties?”
“What?” I gasped, even though his tongue had just been everywhere on my body half an hour ago.
There was something mischievous in his smile now. Like he understood a joke I didn’t.
“You’re not curious about his destination?” He turned his gaze back to the road.
“I..”
“He’s a pilot. Perfect choice, right?" He turned the wheel left with just one hand. "As a dragon wouldn’t be content to live out the rest of his life on land.”
“Oh.” I swallowed, imagining what that long hair would look like paired with a pilot’s uniform.
Pilots were known to be hot, but he would look lethally attractive in that uniform.
“Hold on,” I turned to Hale as he steered the car into main traffic. “He’s a dragon, dragon?”
Hale threw his head back in laughter.
“Yes, fairy.” His eyes flickered to the clock on the dashboard, “He’s not a weredragon. But a dragon, dragon,” he emphasized with a teasing smile.
“His whole family before him were real dragons as well. He learned to shapeshift, and since the industrial ages has learned to maintain that form…” Hale tapped the steering wheel. “Or there would have been real trouble. Can you imagine the chaos that would break out if people looked up right now and caught sight of a dragon in the sky.”
I shivered at the image.
The faction of government that had refused to acknowledge us paranormals in several countries of the world would launch missiles at him.
Only, first, they would try to catch him and imprison him.
He must feel so lonely, the last one of his kind, and not even able to fully shift.
No wonder he had such a foul temper.
With a wince, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Was this one of their plans to pull me closer? Get me to care?
Why was I letting it get to me? What was this sadness in my throat for him?