Chapter 156 Testing limits
“Remember our deal?” The deep voice filtered into my dreams.
I stiffened, waking at once. Already, my body was responding to the heat from his chest, to that warm breath fanning my neck.
It was past midnight, and except for the warm glow of light illuminating the spot near the window, the room was blanketed in darkness.
“You have to be real quiet.” The dragon continued in my ear, his voice low and coaxing. Heat pooled between my legs, and I gave a quick nod even though the room was too dark for him to see me.
I had been looking forward to this since our little hockey game. I did not care that Finn was in the suite, sleeping on the couch he had stubbornly chosen. The couch that Hale sometimes curled up with him on.
Hale was in bed tonight though, breathing softly before me as a hand started to push my skimpy nightdress up.
“We don’t want to wake up your little boyfriend now, do we?” Mordaine clutched my thigh, and my breath caught.
He was teasing deliberately. He wanted me to know he was aware of Finn and I’s new closeness. I blushed at the thought.
With his hand still around my thigh, he moved my leg to hang over his hip behind me. “It would be really mean to wake him up when he cannot join us, won’t it?” His fingers traced a path back towards my inner thigh.
I was breathing through parted lips now, feeling ribbons of current caress my spine.
“But you have no hesitation waking me up.” A second voice whispered in my face, his chest pressed against mine. I gasped at the feeling of those magic fingers brushing lightly against my abs.
I was now sandwiched between the men, similar levels of heat burning into my back and chest, wandering hands teasing my skin. My nipples hardened and Hale hummed with interest.
“You were never asleep,” Mordaine whispered from behind me, and Hale chuckled.
His head dropped, and he began to caress the shell of my ear with his parted lips, pressing closer into me from behind, his warm breath making my body melt against his.
Suddenly, the smell of mint filled my lungs, and a warm tongue kissed my exposed throat, sweeping upward.
It was hard to remain quiet, as their hands were everywhere, greedier, keener by the second.
A finger traced heat down my midline, and a grasping hand reached under my nightdress to clutch my breast. A possessive hand smooched my breast through the dress, stimulating my nipple with the brush of silk fabric, and a warm mouth dropped to lap at my belly button.
Every touch, every kiss, had me gasping for air at how intense they were. And when two roughened fingers pushed up between my wet folds, a loud moan burst unhindered from my throat.
A hand slapped over my mouth. All movements stopped.
The men chuckled quietly as we lay still, listening in the near darkness. Seconds passed without movements from the other end of the suite, and finally, the hand moved away from my lips. Even his hand smelled like mint.
“We should gag her,” Velvert Baritone said.
“Then we’ll be unable to hear her safeword.”
“We could turn on your lamp.”
“That will wake your boyfriend up for sure.”
This exchange happened in whispers that were not low enough because these were men with ridiculously deep voices. And I ached to tell them it was their debate that would actually wake Finn up.
“I’ll be quiet,” I said instead.
“Mm. Sure?” Full lips brushed against mine. I reached for him immediately, tracing the outline of his face with my thumb. I would live till old age and still not understand why I deserved this man.
He was quick to forgive, selfless, and absolutely patient even when he had all the right to be furious. He had forgiven my outburst without my apology.
The dragon was right. Hale did not deserve meanness, from me, from us.
“Fairy,” he whispered now and turned his head to kiss my palm.
“I’m sorry.” My lips trembled, and he breathed out a gentle laugh. Then he took my lips in his, licking, nibbling, progressing from a slow caress to a desperate hunger that made my head fall back into the crook of Mordaine’s neck.
At that, the dragon pressed his lips to my forehead, a lingering kiss that sent a shiver through me.
I wanted to touch him. No, I ached to touch him.
And the darkness gave me courage to do so despite the clear memory of how he had reacted the last time I dared to. I reached behind and gently lowered my hand to his face, caressing downward towards his neck.
He stiffened behind me. My hand froze. And then his hand went around my neck, pulling me even closer. I melted between them.
“We would like to take you at once.” He pressed a kiss to my cheeks as Hale finally leaned away. “Will you like that?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes please.”
I moaned in my throat as he brushed parted lips from my neck down to my shoulder, stroking me with his hot tongue. I had waited, waited so long to hear them say that.
I craved the full experience of them, all those rumors I have heard over the years of the things they could do to a woman. The pleasures they could give. Even the pain, I wanted it all. I had to know for sure where they drew the line.
Maybe that curiosity would be the death of me.
He caressed my hair now, and Hale leaned in to nip at my collarbone. I gasped.
Hooking a finger in my strap, he tugged my nightdress down.
“Shh.” Mordaine cooed, moving my hair out of the way and arranging it on the pillow above us as Hale began sucking on my nipple.
“Unlike the other times.” He kissed my cheek, my ear, my temple, with lips toasty the way only a dragon’s could be. “It’s going to hurt tonight, sweet wife.” His fingers thrust into me again. “Bite into the pillow if you have to.”
He was stealing my breath away, his fingers moving in a slow arch, brushing the roof of my vagina.
“No,” a firm hand pressed against my lips. “Sink those teeth into my arm if you have to bite into anything, fairy.”
He moved his lips to my other nipple, latching on with a warm wet mouth. And then his tongue began to flap in the suction his lips made.
It was hard to stay quiet, to breathe, to think. But I was not too far gone to accept his offer. “I’ll hurt you.”
“Bite marks hurt an Alpha?” Hale chuckled, “Where did you hear such nonsense?”
I could only groan and whimper between them because Mordaine’s fingers had become a wicked pair inside me. They raced now, rubbing, rubbing and rubbing against that sweet spot that sent bright lights exploding in my brain, that made my toes curl and my uterus contract.
I took his offer then, clamping down on his arm as his hungry mouth devoured me while his husband raced me to the peak with his fingers working my pleasure spot.
The orgasm was sudden and quick. Like the snap of a taut thread.
My head dropped as I panted, out of breath. And then their lips were on my face, tender kisses to the head and a lingering brush against my neck. They cooed praises like I had done something more spectacular than have an orgasm.
“Promise us, doll.” Warm breath fanned my neck. “Promise us you will use your safeword if it ever becomes too much.”
I inhaled deeply, my eyes closing to the shivers that murmuring bass sent down to my clit.
“It will hurt, and then it will feel so good,” he reassured.
I inhaled. “I promise.”