Chapter 158 Feels like home
“Don’t stop breathing.” The dragon’s voice was a stern command. But his hand was gentle, caressing my forehead with a tenderness that made me sob harder.
Hale matched my breathing, our chest moving in sync as my teeth stayed sunk in his forearm.
“It seems your knight is gearing up to come defend you.” The dragon observed, a sour edge to his voice.
For a second, I did not understand what he meant. And suddenly, through my labored breathing, I heard movement.
It was so faint that I would not have picked it up without my wolf hearing. Finn was awake.
But I did not care.
Could not care.
I was literally being split in halves, trapped in this temporary vacuum of invasion. The dragon and his husband were right now brushing against each other’s cock, hissing from the effort of squeezing into the warm pocket that was me.
And finally, finally, Mordiane was buried to the hilt. And he stopped.
My head fell back.
We panted into the darkness, sounding like we had just climbed up a hill. By morning, Hale’s forearm would carry the evidence of tonight's event: my teeth imprint.
But right now, he did not seem to care. He caressed my skin as the dragon murmured soothing words in my ear.
We stayed tangled like this as seconds passed and the pain receded. This new development was as stunning as the pain itself. But I found that I was breathing more easily now, because, like beach tides, the pain retreated till it felt like a distant memory.
And at last, free of the gripping pain, I became aware of other things.
Good things.
Goosebumps covered my skin at how very soothing their hands were on my body, warm and callused as they caressed me with tenderness.
That minty scent of Hale's was as comforting as Popsicles on a July afternoon, and the heat from the dragon's skin was the best thing I could have hoped for on a winter's night like this.
Above all was how close I felt to the men in this moment.
The warmth spreading in my chest right now came from more than our proximity.
Proximity had been a constant since I moved into that Hollywood mansion, sleeping between them, taking a shower with them, wrapped in their warmth even during the day.
But I had never felt what I was feeling now, this intense closeness, like our bones have been molded together, our souls sprouting from a single root.
“You have stopped crying.” The dragon whispered. His tone softened the way it always did whenever he entertained me with stories from his past as he combed my hair, or helped me with my bath, or cuddled me in his arms.
“I told you she was strong,” Hale said, pressing his lips to my forehead as he wiped my cheeks. “How do you feel, fairy?”
“Closer.” My whisper was hoarse, my throat clogged from all those tears.
“Like this?” Mordaine pushed even closer from behind, moving his arm from under me, so my chest was completely flat against Hale’s.
They felt like home.
As crazy as that sounded, these men had become home for me. And in this near darkness, it felt like we were in the Hollywood mansion and not a hotel suite in Asia.
But now that I could think clearly again, I remembered Finn.
No, we had to have been mistaken. He was asleep. Moon above, please let him be asleep.
“Good?” Hale leaned his forehead against mine, and I let out a deep breath.
“Yes.”
I reached back to caress Mordaine’s cheek, the fullness of them in my pussy beginning to make my skin tingle. Mordaine let out a dark chuckle, moved his hand to my hip and gave a little thrust.
Hale hissed, brushing his lips against my neck.
I winced at the sudden bite of pain between my legs, but it was brief, fading as quickly as it had come.
I felt around for Hale’s hip then, and clutched when my hand found the hard curve. He stiffened.
But he got my message and moved too. My body tensed in response, but I remembered to breathe, deep inhales from the pit of my belly.
And slowly, we found a rhythm for all three of us.
The men went from tiny careful movements, pausing completely whenever I began to tilt towards the boundary of pain, to moderately harder thrusts as I fell back into pleasure territory.
And soon, I was clutching that beacon of light that had been waiting for me the whole time. The delicious sensation, once again my reality.
It was as real as the men thrusting into me, and soon I was moaning lustily, gasping at the endless bursts of current shooting round my body.
The men grunted like beasts, stroking against each other in the heated pool my body created. They rained endless kisses on my face, and crooned a litany of praise in my ear.
Mordaine raised my hand to kiss my knuckles from behind, and Hale peppered my face with kisses, calling me his Luna.
He lowered his hand suddenly to find my clit, just as his husband clutched my breast.
And that tipped me over the edge. A sharp cry burst from my lips as my body knotted to the intense wave that made my walls contract around them.
Mordiane groaned, and then began to shoot hot surges of his pleasures into me.
"Fuck, fuck." the words spilled out of my lips as Hale moved faster now, like a demon from hell, desperate to milk every last drop of his pleasure from my body.
“By all phases,” he cursed, his thighs beginning to tremble against mine. “You made it so much wetter, so much wetter.” He gave a final hard shove and went still.
And this... extended my climax into a string of climaxes.
My body shivered to a lengthened orgasm as they both pulsed inside me, filling me up with their seed.
For several minutes, none of us said a word, or moved. We lay in the darkness, listening to each other breathe.
This could easily become an addiction.
I no doubt loved individual experiences with them, but this… I want it this way from now on. And as if they could read my mind, Mordaine squeezed my ass from behind even as he started to harden inside me again.
“Want to give that one more try? The second time is usually better.”
“Yes.” I whispered. Yes, yes, yes.