Tansy drifted awake, tucked tight between her men as usual. A warm hand coasted up and down her thigh and she knew without opening her eyes that her Enforcers were awake too.
“How did we end up in bed?” She remembered going to sleep in the lair but nothing after that.
Rye pressed his lips to her neck, and her whole body tingled. “The dragons kicked us out in the middle of the night, so we carried you back here.”
He nipped at her skin, and when Dev cupped her breast in his large, calloused hand she arched against them. “Why’d they kick us out?”
Her mates stilled, and the change in atmosphere was so quick that any remnants of sleep evaporated. She opened a wary eye and watched her men ease away a little. They didn’t break contact, but the hair on her nape prickled at the cautious look on their faces.
Dev raised himself a little, his dark-purple hair spilling over her naked body. “Our dragons received word that Willersby Lockmehdyhn was trying to flee.”
“Flee where?”
Dev shrugged. “He was leaving his country estate in a hurry, so I assume he was running for the coast. Once there he could easily arrange transport to Allsgate.”
Tansy fought the queasy crawl of fear in her belly for several breaths and then she did her best to block it out. “Did Zenbaylan and Fellescend track him down?”
“Yes.” Rye rubbed a possessive hand over her thigh. “And you might want to leave your queries there.”
She understood that he wasn’t telling her not to ask questions—he was warning her about the possible answers. Tansy knew dragon justice didn’t involve a courtroom, and she was beginning to sense it might edge into the kind of brutality she’d find disconcerting. But this wasn’t about her being comfortable, it was about seeing it through until the end. She did her best to brace for anything. “They killed him, didn’t they?”
Rye leaned down to kiss her, turned to kiss Dev, then wriggled down the bed until his arms were wrapped around her waist and his head rested on her abdomen. “You tell her, Dev. You’re better at explaining things than I am.”
Dev’s sour look made it clear that Rye had just dropped him in it, but he manned up and told her the truth. “Yes, they killed him. Not quickly and not with any dignity or mercy. The dragons have their own brand of vengeance and they understand what it is to make someone suffer.”
Tansy couldn’t quite meet those arctic-blue eyes. “I’m not sure how I feel about that. I’m relieved he’s gone but death seems rather…extreme.”
Dev shifted closer, sliding one arm under her shoulders and wrapping his free hand around Rye’s considerable biceps. “I hate to break it to you, honey, but the punishment wasn’t about you. If it had been a matter of avenging your honor, of punishing Willersby for what he did to you in Allsgate, then Rye and I would have claimed that privilege for ourselves.”
Rye squeezed her tight. “He still would have died but we would have made it quicker than he deserved.”
“Willersby’s fatal error,” Dev continued, “was coming into the lair. He breached Zenbaylan and Fellescend’s sanctuary and hurt someone directly under their care and protection. The moment he stepped onto the landing, he took justice out of our hands and placed it firmly under dragon control.”
“You have no need to feel guilty.” Rye lifted his head just enough to look her in the eye. “Willersby Lockmehdyhn made his own choices. He’s lived here his whole life—he knows exactly who and what the dragons are, and he knew the risks he was taking when he invaded our home.”
He rubbed his chin on her abdomen, his breath warm on her skin. “And once our dragons claimed you, you became a high-risk target. Coming after you was tantamount to suicide. Willersby knew that and still decided to take the risk.”
That degree of ownership was a little dizzying for Tansy. It was one thing to know she was loved and protected by her mates and their dragons. It was quite another to be confronted with the gory practicalities of dragon ownership. The soldier in her appreciated their hard line, but the woman in her was slightly appalled.
“Those dragons are going to take some getting used to, aren’t they?” Which she suspected was quite the understatement.
“Yes.” Rye snuggled down again, turning his head away. “But the benefits far, far outweigh any negatives.” She was about ask what those negatives might be when Rye’s big, warm hand cupped her mound and began a firm, delectable massage. “Let’s talk about something else,” he murmured, applying just enough pressure for Tansy’s breath to catch.
He kept up the massage and used one talented finger to circle her clit. She flexed as much as she could with the way he had her pinned down. “What do you want to talk about?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
“Let’s start with how you’re feeling. Do you need more rest, or are you recovered enough for us to play?”
Tansy didn’t bother to look at her body, to see for herself if the cuts, scrapes and bruises had healed. She just closed her eyes and did a mental inventory, balancing her bumps and bruises against the need to reconnect with her men. “I’m a bit dented for sure, but not enough to put a halt to whatever you might have in mind.”
Rye’s finger slipped lower, circling her entrance. “If you’re ready for us, we need to decide who gets to be in the middle this time.”
Really? Did they need to discuss that? Couldn’t they just…
“Fuck.”
Dev’s strangled exclamation snapped her eyes open and she watched in fascination as his cock disappeared into Rye’s mouth. Rye’s finger pushed deep inside her and he added a second as he timed his thrusts to the surge of Dev’s hips. Dev cupped her chin, twisting her head up to meet his mouth, and the moment they were lip to lip he dropped his hand and squeezed her breast in a desperate grip.
He ravaged her mouth, nipping and biting, sucking her lips and plundering her with his tongue. Hands on her breasts, he squeezed and twisted her nipples as he undulated his huge body against her, fucking Rye’s mouth.
The onslaught was so fast, so intense, that her orgasm built with ferocious speed. Panting, her body quivering in sharp, micro-blasts of pleasure, she let the tension build. She almost wept in frustration when Dev pulled away. “Don’t come yet, Tansy.”
Then he looked down at Rye. “Put your mouth on her.”
Dev’s cock was released in a long, slow drag, and in a single, muscular twist Rye slid down the bed. Pushing her legs high and wide, he pointed his tongue and licked her up one side and down the other. Dev reached down, spread her pussy lips with both hands and then bent at the waist. His mouth met Rye’s and they both licked and sucked her, fucking her with tongues and fingers. The sensation was so exquisite Tansy panted, desperate not to come because she didn’t want this sensation ever to end.
They spread her legs higher and wider until she could hardly breathe, her body bowed almost in half as they made room for themselves between her legs. Tansy had been with them often enough to know their individual touches. But open to them like this, she was drowning in so much pleasure there was only hot mouths and careful teeth. She let go of everything, let them position her how they would and focused on nothing but their touch and her hot, needy pussy.
The intense burn gathered and rebounded on itself over and over until the sensations forced their way into the rest of her body. Her muscles seized and she shook from head to toe, poised on the brink of oblivion. Ruthlessly, they sent her over, obliterating her in a thousand shards of ecstasy. Then they gathered all her pieces and held them safe until she was ready to come back to them.
She drifted, weightless, without thought or meaning, nothing but a ball of pleasure-filled inertia floating back to earth. And when she finally arrived, her Enforcers were waiting for her, bodies hard and eyes burning with desire.
The moment she was lucid, Dev moved to position himself over her body, but Tansy laid her hand on his chest to stall him. “Wait.”
And just like that he froze. Twice her size and stronger than anyone she’d ever met, desire beating hard and hot in his body, and he stopped just because she’d asked. “I love you.” It wasn’t quite what she’d meant to say, but when she opened her mouth, those were the words that came out.
Dev’s blue eyes were a little wary. “We know that, honey. We love you too.”
Yes, they did, and she felt it in every corner of her soul. A joyous smile slipped free. “We’re together, and Willersby Lockmehdyhn is no longer a threat. This is a fresh start for us.”
Rye smoothed his hand up her thigh and didn’t stop until his hand was pressed tight against her core. “And?” He squeezed. “Get to the point, honey.”
Tansy’s entire lower body started to smolder and she had to fight off the urge to surrender to them. She wanted to give them something special, something significant, and she wanted this night to be her first night of freedom in every way that mattered.
“I want to choose,” she whispered.
Dev cupped her face, his hand warm and comforting against her skin. “Choose what, Tansy?”
“Everything.” She sat up, wriggling until she could lean against the headboard and look at their beautiful faces. “I choose you as my mates, I choose our blacks as my mode of transport, and I choose tonight as my official new beginning.”
She licked her suddenly dry lips and pressed down on the nervous tangle in her belly. The first time Dev and Rye had made love to her, she’d been too messed up to take charge of her sexuality. But now she had healed enough to stop falling, all she had to do was spread her wings and fly.
Rye’s hand snaked around her knee, understanding dawning in his lavender eyes. “What else do you choose, Tansy? Be explicit.”
Her heart thundered in her chest, but not from fear. These men were hers, and it was only right that she ask them for what she wanted. “I choose to make love to both of you at the same time. I want one of you in my pussy, the other in my ass, and I want us to fuck until we’re boneless.”
Dev leaned forward, pressing his mouth to hers, firm and quick. He leaned back just far enough to meet eye to eye. “You are amazing. Just when I think I couldn’t be more proud of you, you take another step.”
Rye scrambled off the bed, and in that moment of distraction Dev moved away, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her with him until they stood at the foot of the bed. Cupping her face in his hands, he eased her forward, leaning her into the hot, hard lines of his body as he took her mouth.
His lips were firm but soft, a silky-velvet glide as he kissed his way from one side of her mouth to the other. As soon as he stroked against her with his tongue, Tansy opened for him, but instead of surging inside in the way she needed, he kept licking and nibbling her lips.
Snaking her arms around his neck, she tried to pull him down tighter against her mouth, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Dev chuckled, nipped a bit harder, and then sank to the floor, taking Tansy with him.
Dev kneeled, ass on his heels, and splayed Tansy over his lap. He finally deepened the kiss, holding her with strong, unyielding hands while he plundered her mouth. Every nerve Tansy had sparked and crackled, and her muscles wound tight. She surged closer, pressing her aching nipples against his chest and rubbing her pussy over the hard length of his cock. Fisting her hair with one hand, Dev banded the other around her back. He continued to plunder her mouth, physically controlling her until she was locked against him and utterly immobile. The passionate demands of his lips coupled with the easy command over her body made her pussy throb in need. And the fact that she couldn’t ease the ache made the fire burn hotter.
“Dev, please,” she gasped the instant his lips left hers. “I need you inside me.”
He licked and sucked along her jawline. “I will be, soon.”
Not soon enough. She was so empty it hurt.
Dev moved on to her neck and she dropped her head back, allowing him access to whatever part of her he wanted to touch. His huge hands cupped her ass, squeezing and rubbing, and when he pulled her ass cheeks apart she realized Rye had moved in behind her.
Wrapping her arms tight around Dev’s huge shoulders, Tansy arched her back, pushing her ass out against the pull of his hands. Rye pressed close, kissing her shoulders as he rubbed his gel-covered finger around her anus. “You sure, honey?”
“Yes.” The old Tansy was still inside her, the hurt and scared one, but the new Tansy was much stronger. This moment, this night, belonged to the woman who had fought so hard to make herself anew. “I want you both at the same time. My choice, Rye.”
His hand left her for a moment, and when it returned Rye rubbed cool gel around her anus. Dev captured her mouth again, holding her tight with one arm around her waist while the other hand played with her body. He squeezed her nipples and stroked her clit. He pinched, pumped and massaged until she was almost out of her mind. And all the while, Rye worked his magical gelled fingers into her ass.
Her pleasure was on a loop, sensation zinging from breast to pussy to ass and back again, over and over, leaving a continuous trail of arousal. Her men drove her higher, working her with their hands and kissing whatever piece of skin they could reach.
She was almost incoherent by the time Rye moved back and Dev finally lifted her onto his cock. Her pussy was hot and swollen, insanely wet and aching to be filled. Dev fitted himself against her and lowered her just enough to take the head of his cock but no farther. She opened her mouth to complain, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper.
“Say it, honey,” Dev whispered. “Choose me.”
She lowered her head enough to look him in the eyes, but she was pretty lust-fogged, and it took a few seconds to get him into focus. It was worth the effort to see those arctic-blue eyes burning with need for her.
“I want you inside me, Dev. I want your cock in my pussy and I want you to fuck me, to claim me as your own.”
He grinned, easing her lower, stretching her wide as his cock inched inside her. “You’ve always been mine, Tansy. Since the first moment you let me hold you.” Gripping her hips, he pushed down hard, thrusting up inside her until she was plastered to him thigh to thigh. The position allowed him to go deep, and Tansy panted against the full deliciousness of having him so high and tight inside her.
Dev claimed her mouth, not giving her time to adapt before Rye closed in and nestled the head of his cock against her recently stretched ass. Dev lifted her, the slow glide of his cock setting fire to her core, causing her muscles to tense in an effort to keep him inside. When nothing but the head remained inside her, he held her there, the muscles in his arms bunching, the look on his face one of agonized adoration. She leaned down to kiss him—his lips, cheeks, forehead, eyelids. And she continued to kiss Dev as Rye slid his hands under her thighs and pushed up, forcing his cock into an ass that wasn’t designed to take something that big.
The stretch burned, hurting in a way that was not quite painful, the fullness in her ass making her feel more uncomfortable than sexy. That gel didn’t work as fast or as well as she’d expected, and the odd sensation was cooling her desire, not heating it. Tilting her head to rest back on Rye’s shoulder, she ignored it all. Everything but the fact that her men were inside her and it was a situation she’d not only chosen but one she’d longed for.
Rye pushed in and out, and after a while the discomfort transformed into something else, something darker and far more sensual. Then it actually started to feel good and she found herself arching against Rye, meeting his slow, steady thrust.
She’d just started to relax when her mates shifted slightly, moving closer together and lifting to their knees, taking Tansy with them. They held her suspended between them, her only anchor Dev’s strong shoulders and the arms that held her around the waist.
Then they lowered her even farther, taking her full weight on their cocks as they began to fuck her in tandem. As one pulled out, the other pushed in, giving her the sensation of being constantly full. The simultaneous claims on the most intimate parts of her body, the opposing push-pull of Rye and Dev’s possession was like nothing she’d ever imagined. Bracketed tight and safe by their bodies, Tansy let sensation take her, giving in to the pleasure-pain, allowing the exquisite sensations to build in her body. Nerve endings blazed, her intimate muscles clenched and stretched, and the pleasure built inside her to an unbearable tension. She knew she was going to fall—into rapture, into freedom—and she threw herself off the ledge, trusting her mates to catch her.
They fucked her faster, building the pleasure, stretching her on a rack of ecstasy until she was wound so tight it felt like her bones would snap. Then Rye swore, clutched at her breasts, and came inside her ass in long, hot pulses that triggered her own orgasm. She tried to hold it off so she could focus on him, but the sensations were so overwhelming she didn’t stand a chance. The moment she crested, just as she let out a long, loud wail of release, Dev and Rye thrust up hard and tight. Coming with her, they gasped her name as they emptied their seed inside her.
After long moments of heavy breathing, Rye toppled them sideways into a lumpy tangle on the floor. Her men pressed tight, their slick skin and hot bodies surrounding her in a vise of love and security.
Rye nuzzled her neck and whispered, “Tansy Coleman, mate of Devonelle Sharmanchere and Ryderich Myrinmahr, welcome to your new life.”
She reached up to cup his head, holding him close. “And what a glorious life it promises to be.”
Dev pressed his lips to her forehead. “Especially when your flying lessons start.”
Tansy’s whole body froze and her stomach did a weird loop-the-loop. “What lessons?”
“Fellescend and Zenbaylan have decided you’ve had enough time to heal.” Dev snickered, the bastard. “First lesson starts tomorrow after breakfast.”
Tansy was about to argue when Zenbaylan’s voice came through the link, as imperious as always. You are our pet, and it’s time you started acting like it.
Yes, Fellescend chimed in, what’s the point in having a pet if she won’t fly?
Tansy gritted her teeth. I’m a person, not a pet, and I’ll fly when I’m goddamn good and ready.
Which will be tomorrow, after breakfast. Zenbaylan’s decree had a ring of finality that made Tansy wince.
Rye squeezed her tight, his chest rumbling against her back in an unsympathetic chuckle. “Give it up, love. You’ll never win against a black once they’ve made up their mind about something.”
Tansy heaved a sigh of defeat. “Being a dragon’s pet sucks ass.”
“Sometimes.” Dev fitted his hand to the back of her head, tilted her face up and took her lips in a hot, possessive kiss. “But being an Enforcer’s mate sure makes up for it.”
Yes, it did. Being with her men made up for everything.