Lara
I want to say I was shocked that the dragon king dropped by unannounced while I was getting frisky with my mates, but I’m not. I heard him call me his in the forest, and I remember the possessiveness and naked desire in his eyes as he said it. I think part of me was calling for him, tempting him closer, though how he’d have heard my moans is beyond me. I cried out louder than I normally would have, and I couldn’t stop it, not when I need him and Rio here sharing in our pleasure.
And now Sigurd is standing in the doorway to our temporary bedroom, growling and staring at me with need, just as I had hoped. His request to join truthfully didn’t feel like a request at all, more like a… strong suggestion that I couldn’t possibly say no to. I’ve always wanted to ride a dragon, and sure, this isn’t necessarily how I expected that to happen, but I can’t say I’m disappointed.
My mates are, though, and I do feel guilty for desiring someone other than them. Two someone’s, actually; they’ve already accepted Rio, but Sigurd wasn’t in their plans, nor in mine, but as long as we have fun with no talk of commitment or permanency, I’m more than willing to play.
It would be even more perfect if Rio were here too. I feel like pouting, but I suppose I have no one but myself to blame for his absence, since I didn’t—and still don’t—want to acknowledge our… connection. To be fair, I don’t want to acknowledge my connection with Sigurd, either; I’m just not going to turn down some sex. I’m starved for touch after being in prison for so long, and an orgy sounds like just what the doctor ordered.
Sigurd strips as he marches farther into the room with a look that’s all heat, and I can’t look away from his body as he slowly reveals himself to me. He’s fit with a six pack and bulging biceps that make me want to drool. Even better, he’s covered in tattoos—I mean absolutely covered. They look Celtic in nature, and it’s hot as fuck, the way they wind around his arms, chest, and legs. Later I’ll have to take a closer look at his ink. Right now, I’m so worked up from the warmup my mates gave me that I’m too impatient to study them with the attention they deserve.
Just as the dragon reaches the edge of the bed, I manage to drag my gaze away and face Kelvin and Max with a frown as the reality of our situation sinks in.
“I can stop, if this isn’t what you want,” I say slowly, almost hesitantly, because everything in me screams that I can’t stop this—that this is meant to happen.
Max shrugs, ever the easygoing soulmate, and I know he’s fine with it. It’s Kelvin I’m concerned about. He’s scowling and glaring at the shifter, who thankfully had the sense to wait before climbing on our bed and taking what he feels is his. Sigurd isn’t fazed by my serious bonded’s aggression, and yet I know he can feel it like a living, breathing thing as the air thickens.
Finally, after several long minutes, Kelvin turns to me. “I don’t like it, but he’s yours. I won’t get in the way of your happiness. However,” he snarls at the shifter with a look of utter disgust that shocks me. “You can’t kill us. We’re soul-bonded, and our deaths are hers. Our imprisonment is a slow death for her too, no matter how many visits you’d permit.”
Sigurd’s eyes widen when mine do, and I gasp.
“No one is being imprisoned,” I spit with growing fury. “I won’t allow it!”
The dragon doesn’t so much as flinch. Instead he and Kelvin continue their stare down as if no one else is in the room.
“Very well,” Sigurd eventually says. “But what of the one not here? Is he bonded as well?”
Kelvin’s eyes narrow further. “He will be, and no harm shall come to him, either, so get that idea out of your head, dragon.”
Sigurd acquiesces again and I’m honestly a little surprised he’s given in so quickly. I thought shifters were stubborn, especially dragons.
My Scorpio turns to me, glare softening instantly. “He hasn’t given in. At least not completely. But we will see what happens after tonight. For now, I think the two of you should get acquainted while Max and I stand watch.”
“I won’t hurt her,” Sigurd growls, offended. The sound is somehow menacing and alluring all at once.
“It’s not her I’m worried you’ll hurt, dragon, and until I can trust you, I’ll remain on guard.”
The shifter shrugs and turns his attention back to me with a self-satisfied smirk. My bonded slip out of bed and drop into the chairs in front of the fireplace. I don’t know if it’s really necessary for them to keep watch like this, but it’s not like I can read Sigurd’s mind, so I’ll let Kelvin do what he does best. I feel the approval in our bond more than see it, because my serious bonded’s expression doesn’t shift.
But I’m soon distracted when a big hand grips my ankle and tugs me so hard I’m dragged across the bedding. I can’t help but giggle even as he yanks my legs apart the moment my ass half-hangs off the bed. His stare is focused on my already drenched core, and I wiggle a little, hoping to entice him to fucking me like I ache for.
He growls, the sound low and hot, and a flood of wetness escapes me, making Sigurd snarl louder and lift my legs up to his shoulders. Suddenly I’m full, almost too full, and I moan against the stretch and brief flare of pain. Rather than waiting for me to adjust to his massive size, he pulls back out and juts back in, harder than before, and gaining more ground for the effort. I distantly note that Kelvin is back on his feet, but that thought flees my mind on Sigurd’s next thrust.
The dragon withdraws, and with one last, savage thrust, he slams inside me to the hilt. I scream and thrash, the bite of pain sending me spiraling that much higher as I nearly reach my climax, only for it to slip away the second he stills. He leans forward, forcing my legs to bend to my chest as he ever-so slowly licks a trail of fire up my breast to my chin. Sigurd nibbles my neck, and I arch, exposing my throat and pressing my chest to his.
Yet no matter how much I grind and writhe, he doesn’t move. His cock remains hard and too damn still inside me, and it’s making me crazy. One hard nip to my neck, and I turn my face to bare my teeth at him as anger starts to surface past the almost intoxicating pleasure. As that feeling starts to fade, my fury builds to replace it.
“Fuck me!” I scream at him.
His only response is to grin wickedly and stand upright once more, denying me the warmth of his body pressed to mine. Too quickly for me to see it, my legs are ripped from his shoulders and I’m flipped onto my stomach with my ass high in the air. I don’t even have a moment to miss his dick, because he grabs my hair and tugs my head back until my neck is straining and I’m scrambling to get my hands under me to hold my weight.
He slams back in without remorse, and I scream as my orgasm comes out of nowhere and plows right through me. I ripple around his length, and Sigurd’s answering growl has me tightening my hold on his cock until he’s forced to slow his hips.
The second I manage to catch my breath and loosen my grip, the shifter picks up his speed and quickly winds me back up. Pleasure coils in my lower belly with each harsh thrust, and I know I’m not going to last long. Something at the base of his dick starts to expand more each time he withdraws from my heat, and before long, it’s impossible to ignore the mass slamming into me. Just as I’m about to ask him what the hell that is, I come apart a second time and scream.
Sigurd releases my hair and I flop to the bed, my arms like jelly, as he grips my hips and stills deep inside me. That mass somehow expands even further, and fuck, the stretch is so good. There’s a flare of pain as my body struggles to adjust to the sheer size of it, but it just sends me into a third orgasm that rides on the coattails of the last one.
The beast at my back roars so loudly I swear the windows shake, and I feel the hot jet of his release staining my insides just before agony slices through my nape. My vision goes dark and my mind goes blank as I lose myself to all these sensations.
When I come back to myself, a tongue is scraping against my aching nape, and I’m tucked up against a hard, hot chest with a stiff cock still wedged inside me. It’s then that I notice I’m covered with a blanket and facing the fireplace as I let my body and mind adjust to that wild ride.
The realization is slow to hit, but when it does, my mouth is running before I’ve thought it through.
“Wait. Wait a damn minute!” I hiss with faux fury. “I agreed to sex, not bonding. What the fuck?”
I’m not really mad, but I want them to sweat it out, not that Kelvin can’t just read my mind and hear my true feelings on it. It’s still fun to fuck with them all a little, make them nervous. I never claimed to be sane, though I do my best to keep it wrapped up, lest my Scorpio catches on. There’s no harm in playing a little game, though.
When no one says anything, I pout, my act dropping as I mutter under my breath about boring mates and useless pranks.
Sigurd rumbles, and it makes body shake from where I’m still splayed across his chest. It takes me a moment to realize it’s his laugh, and I experience an instant flare of satisfaction at knowing I was the one who caused it.
Kelvin and Max stay in the chairs across the fireplace, and a quick glance shows them both alert and watching us closely, even as my eyes grow heavier until sleep claims me. I drift off to sleep with someone else for the first time in years, and I snuggle into my newest mate’s warmth as I take comfort in all my mates' presences.