“I just pictured what a flashing could entail and imagined a bunch of nakedness.”
Atika smacked Abyle in the back of the head. “That’s a stupid thing to think about in our mate’s home.”
Lula narrowed her eyes, a puff of smoke coming from her nose. “This is our home, if we’re to be mates.”
The second she finished speaking, her words hit him. “Shit, baby, I didn’t mean it like this wasn’t ours too. However, we haven’t discussed where we’d live permanently. Where do you want to live?”
Lula turned in a circle without saying another word. Her emotions were locked away from him and his twin, unease snaking through the two of them.
He took the time to take in the place she’d called her own for however long she’d lived there. The pieces were large and sturdy, yet feminine. Although they’d hold both his and Atika’s larger frames, they were a far cry from their much more masculine style, that their homes were decorated like, back on Earth. Pinks, blues, and purples made up the color palette, while they’d made use of neutral tones. The colors complemented Lula and her effervescent personality.
“You two can’t live here permanently. We can make this our vacation home.” Lula nodded.
“Baby, we’d never ask you to give up your home for us. We can adjust to living here,” Atika moved forward, wrapping his arms around Lula.
Abyle watched them both, waiting to see how Lula reacted. Her walls began to lower, letting them back in. “Mi amore, you know we’d move mountains for you. The Goddess created us for you and you for us. If living here makes you happy, we’ll live here. If it’s Earth that’ll work best for the three of us, then that’s where we’ll go. No matter where we live, we’ll make it work as long as we’re together.”
A single tear fell from her right eye, a gem forming before it hit the floor. Abyle had seen many things that were miraculous, but that right there nearly had him falling on his ass. Atika bent, pinching the large gemstone between two fingers.
“Why?” he asked.
“We weren’t created by the same Goddess. How were you two and I created for one another? It has to be a mistake.” Another tear fell and another.
This time, Atika didn’t let them drop, sipping them with his lips. Neither of them wanted her tears, even if they produced gems of unimaginable value when they hit the ground.
“Lula, your Goddess and ours are from the same place. Surely, they are aware of our connection. The three of us finding one another with a connection so strong can’t be faked or wrong.” Abyle moved behind Lula, lifting her hair to the side, nibbling on her shoulder. Fuck, she tasted like the sweetest cotton candy he’d ever had. It was addicting.
“Listen to my brother. He’s the smartest male I’ve ever met.”
Lula tipped her head back, resting on Abyle’s shoulder. “You’re only saying that because he said what you were thinking.”
Atika bit her bottom lip and groaned. “Well yeah, but he’s also smart as fuck.”
“I got an idea, Lula Love.” Abyle nibbled along her shoulder, trailed his hands down her sides until he reached the bottom of the shirt she wore. Sure, she was magical and could think all of their clothes gone, but he wanted to take their time with her.
“What’s your idea, Abyle Love?” She lifted her arms without being told to do so.
“Well, you see, when our kind mates with their truemate, the Goddess blesses them with a connection that can’t be faked or forced. How about we let our Goddess and yours let us know if they approve? Open yourself to us, heart, mind, body, and soul.” Abyle punctuated each word with a kiss across her shoulder blades. Their little dragon may be a mighty beast in her other form, but she was a tiny petite female who didn’t wear a bra, making him so damn hard he didn’t think he’d last once they had her on a flat surface, sandwiched between them. Goddess give him strength.
“Damn, your tits are perfect, baby.” Atika’s words came out in a gruff whisper.
“How about we take this to our bedroom, Love?” Abyle asked, taking a step backward. He wouldn’t force her or crowd her any more than they had already.
No sooner had the words left his mouth before he found himself in the middle of a bedroom with a bed big enough for the three of them, with extra room.
Between one blink and the next, the three of them were naked. He growled, feeling like he’d lost a treat. “I wanted to unwrap you like a present on Christmas Day, Lula Love.”
“Want me to—” She swirled her finger in the air and waited.
“That would be counterproductive. Besides, fuck me running, brother. Check out the feast before us.” Atika licked his lips.
“When you’re right, you’re right. Lula, from this moment on, we tell you what to do and when to do it. Inside the bedroom, we’re in control. Can you deal with that? We don’t want to do anything to hurt or scare you, but we need to have your agreement.” Abyle held her gorgeous stare with his own unbending one.
“I’m not a submissive female, boys.” Her dragon seemed to push forward at the idea of them dominating her.
He shook his head, moving until he stood in front of her. “We would never, and I mean never, do one thing that isn’t in the best interest, and pleasure for all three of us. Right, Atika?”
“If she has to question that, then maybe we need to take a step back,” Atika whispered.
Through their bond, he felt the punch to his gut, the same his brother had as Lula’s doubts assailed her. A mate, whether properly claimed or not, shouldn’t fear their mate or mates, in any way.
“I don’t want you, either of you backing away from me. I’m no virgin. Goddess don’t look at me like that,” she snarled.
Abyle tipped her chin up with one finger, loving the return of the confident female. “We didn’t think you were untouched, Lula Love. However, we don’t want to hear about any of your past...experiences. Now, are you truly prepared to move forward in this claiming? Make no mistake, this is going to be a claiming between the three of us. Neither Atika nor I can be with you and not formally claim you. We both know our Goddess will show acceptance for our triad. You have to also be one hundred percent sure as well.”
Time seemed to stand still as she peered up at him through her lashes. In all his years he didn’t think he’d actually counted seconds, but he and Atika both seemed to do that very thing. And then Lula took a small step back, dropping to her knees. “I accept you both. I did so when I ran like a...well, when I zapped myself away from you both, I just didn’t admit it out loud. I’m sorry for that, but I knew you were mine. I just needed a moment to have a freak out.”
Abyle ran his hand over the crown of her head. With her lips so fucking close to his dick, her warm breath fanned over the tip, making his cock jerk and leak a little more. “Then let’s let the Fates decide for us. I have absolute faith we’ll be properly mated by the end of the night.”
Lula let out a gust of more air than he was sure she needed. “Sounds like a plan. So, do I have to call you both Sir or Master?”
He opened his mouth to answer in the negative, but then she bent forward, licking the tip of him like a lollipop. The groan he expelled was half prayer, half curse as he gripped her soft pink hair in one of his fists. The other he placed at the base of his dick, so she didn’t try to take all of him. She may be a mighty fucking dragon, but he was big. Until she got used to both of them, they’d learn her limits.