Chapter 217 Kindling flames

Chapter 217 Kindling flames
I was locked in the embrace of the men I loved. Finn held onto my waist from below, Hale had his arms wrapped around me, and Mordaine hugged us both to his chest.

“Fuck,” he cursed. Then he froze.

Hale groaned deep, squeezing his eyes shut. “Don’t you dare come.”

But Mordaine was all man at the moment. Fighting an orgasm, struggling for control. Hale, bad, bad Hale, shifted without preamble and started to sway his hips, grinding down on Finn as if there was not already enough stimulus.

Every movement grazed the roof of my pussy, kindling flames to my nerve endings, and pulling me that much closer to the edge. The dragon let out a string of curses as Finn moaned beneath me, his grip tighter on my waist.

And finally, the dragon moved, powerful thrusts that sent a vibration through Finn, flowed straight into Hale’s core and made my pussy flutter around his thrumming dick.

We were one for the first time in centuries, merged into a single odd-shaped beast.

It was not perfect, but it was special and ours. Whatever sunrise would bring, we finally had this moment to ourselves after centuries of hurt and blood and pain.

Ours.

Mordaine whispered in Hale’s ears from behind, filthy words that made his eyes flutter close, and his head drop back with a deep groan. My hands dropped, brushed against Finn's and locked fingers with him.

"Sweet Lys." He whispered from below, and my head tilted sideways, my eyes sliding shut.

Calm washed over me at the sound of his voice, the reassuring feel of those long fingers twined in mine. And with this tranquil feeling came a violent rush of current. My legs started to tremble.

The dragon whipped his head up, and stared right into my eyes over Hale's shoulder.

“You’ll not dare.” His voice was dark and low. The vibration of it, rumbling deep in his chest did nothing to help the rush of deliciously overwhelming sensations in my lower belly.

I whimpered, breathless from the sensations, from Hale, who leaned into me now, tracing kisses down my ear, giving the sensitive skin on my neck a hard suck.

Slowly my body started to jostle against his.

Mordaine was thrusting harder, faster, rutting into Finn. Moving all our bodies with the power of his hips. And it was the sound, that carnal sound of flesh slapping against naked flesh, that sent me over the edge.

I came with a low cry, and surprisingly, took Mordaine with me. Between his grunts and Finn’s moans, I heard Hale's dark chuckle.

He would never let Mordaine live this down. And Mordaine would probably punish me in many wicked ways for it.

When my eyes opened again, it was to the dragon's annoyed gaze. But there was a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth as he plucked me off Hale.

Hurling me into his arms, he turned towards the bathroom. Behind us, Hale had Finn’s hands pinned above him, riding him faster to a frenzied finish.

I shivered in the bathroom as the rush of warm water hit my skin.

“I have a mind to spank you, little wife.” Mordaine stared into my eyes. “Forgotten all our lessons on control so soon?”

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, gazing up into his eyes. For a second he stood still, staring down at me as the water ran down both our bodies. Then with a growl deep in his throat, he reached behind me and plucked a bottle of shower gel.

My lips parted as he started to fist his cock, moving one soapy hand over his length. Those darkened eyes never left me, and I felt a flush of heat under my skin.

He grabbed my shoulder, and pushed me down to my knees on the hard, wet floor.

“You love pain.” His voice barely carried over the water beating down on us, running down my face, and blurring my vision. “You have your safe word handy?”

“Yes sir.”

He curled my hair in his fist, and yanked my head back. Water beat down harder on my exposed face, but the floral scent of the shower gel, and that natural heat from his skin relaxed my muscles. And then he shoved into my mouth.

His thrust tilted me off balance, but he did not pause.

He moved his hips, thrusting that flesh of steel into my mouth over and over, with an aggressiveness that made my eyes water and my clit throb.

The bathroom door opened then, and shadows fell across the floor. I heard a groan, and then a grumble, “Do you both ever stop?”

If I was not currently dick-gagged, I would have told them that we, in fact, never stopped. Not in the last few months. It was not enough that the dragon fucked me hard enough to compensate for their absence. He sometimes chartered a flight to whatever country I was performing in and had Samhain bring me to his hotel suite the moment I got off-stage.

I sucked in wet air around his thick girth now, barely able to hear anything over the running shower. But I felt them when they squeezed into the shower cubicle with us.

And when two hands ran down my shoulders and clutched my breasts, I moaned around his dick. He cursed.

“Let me make this good for you, baby.” It was Finn, squatting behind me, muttering in my ear with that deep husk. One hand journeyed down, snaking between my thighs.

I shivered against him, my back wet against his naked chest.

You would think the man would have passed out flat after all the men did to him tonight. That he would be wrecked and slumped. But he was prying my folds apart now.

He ran his fingers up, down, and up again, settling on the cluster of nerves at my peak.

“Mm,” he breathed behind me, running a wet ring around my clit. I groaned, weeping at the force of Mordaine's dick hitting the back of my throat. “Ripe, Hale says this only swells when a woman is aroused.”

I paused, my brows in a knot. What did he mean? Why was he saying it that way, like he would have had no knowledge of this if Hale hadn’t told him?

But he pushed his fingers in me, and all my thoughts stopped.



The men argued about who got to help me wash, debating like it was the most important job in the world while I swam in and out of consciousness on the shower stool.

Finn won the argument.

And after scrubbing my body down, I went to sleep, squeezed between him and Hale, while Mordaine nuzzled his neck from behind in the large bed that seemed to have been built for this very purpose.

For all four of us.