“Should I fear your love? Seems to me, it might be the answer to all my wildest dreams.”
He bared his teeth and squeezed my hips, shoving into me hard enough to force my breath from my lungs. I stroked his horns, and he moaned, then lunged for my mouth and stole my breath entirely with a ravenous kiss.
“Never fear my love, April. Just be prepared to be fucked out of your mind when you stroke my horns like that.”
I released his mouth on a gasp, biting my lip and running my hands up the length of his horns, watching his face. He stared back with a challenge, and between my thighs, his cock swelled even more, stretching me wider with each slow thrust of his hips. I rocked faster, desperate for the friction, hungry for everything he could give me.
When his body dwarfed me, his eyebrows twitched. “Don’t tell me this isn’t enough. Sweet Mother, if I keep shifting, you will get me at full size, and there isn’t room in this kitchen for my wings and tail.”
Feverish with need, I glanced out the window to the torrential rain. The image of being fucked into the muddy earth somehow aroused me even more, and both men let out amused chuckles.
“I think we can satisfy you without mud wrestling, April,” Gray said. “Murdoc, get up on the table and lie back.”
Gray cleared the table of dishes, and Murdoc hoisted me up, somehow managing to keep his cock buried deliciously deep inside me as he repositioned on the table, holding me against his chest as he lowered himself. My knees pressed against the hard wood, and he bent both legs, propping his heels on the edge of the table. I gave him a confused look that melted into pleasure at the sensation of Gray’s hands sliding over my ass and teasing between my cheeks.
“Are you going to fuck my ass?” I asked in a daze over my shoulder.
Gray’s brows went up, and he smirked. “Not that the idea isn’t appealing, but right now, I think you need something different. Try to relax.”
He slipped up behind me, between Murdoc’s spread legs. I watched him for a moment longer, transfixed by his transition when he began to shift like he had before, growing half again as big with beautiful alabaster scales appearing over his body and his gorgeous horns pushing up from his brow. He was huge and magnificent, and his cock resembled carved stone, but it was hot as a glowing coal when he pressed it at my already filled entrance.
“Oh god,” I breathed when I understood his intentions. I buried my face in Murdoc’s neck.
“If one isn’t enough, maybe two will satisfy you. What do you think, April?” Murdoc whispered, then traced the edge of my ear with a ticklish forked tongue. My entire body shuddered with want, and my core clamped down hard on him. His chest rumbled with a low laugh. “I thought so.”
He gripped my hips and urged me to rise. When his tip was all that was left inside me, I felt the gentle probing of another thick cockhead at my opening. I moaned and dug my nails into Murdoc’s scales when Gray’s tip joined his. Then, as if they were a single unit, they pushed in together.
Pleasure exploded inside me, and I bit down on Murdoc’s shoulder, struggling to keep it contained for just a little longer, to enjoy the exquisite sensation of two enormous cocks filling my hungry pussy. When they began to fuck me in tandem, I lost myself completely, writhing between them, desperate to get them as deep as they could go.
If the last orgasm had shattered me, this one left me pummeled into dust. Their ramming cocks pushed me over so violently I worried I’d drawn blood from biting into Murdoc’s shoulder. If I hadn’t been wrapped tightly in his arms, I’d have blown away.
I was too destroyed to move, too incoherent to speak, and faded in and out of consciousness. Fucked out of my mind was right, but I was also blissfully satisfied by the time they eased out of my battered pussy, and Murdoc sat up, cradling me in his arms.
He held me close, and Gray brushed curls away from my sweaty cheek, smiling tenderly. “Yeah, that’s about what it’s like to be fucked by two dragons. Mind-numbingly wonderful, huh?”
“Mmm.” I couldn’t form any more coherent a response but just snuggled tighter against Murdoc, enjoying the entertained rumble inside his chest as he headed for the stairs.
He settled me on the bed and lay down beside me, pulling the covers up over us both. Tucking me against him, he brushed lips over my temple and sighed. “April. Beautiful April. What the hell am I going to do if you don’t choose me?”
A dozen different responses skittered through my mind, but my tongue was too heavy to speak. But I let one thought linger at the front as I drifted off: “Don’t let me make that mistake.”
17
Tate
Flying on dragon-back wasn’t exactly my favorite way to travel. Chayton and Eddie weren’t fans of it either, as evidenced by their shivers cascading through me from behind. They weren’t cold, even though we were soaring above the clouds. They were just a couple aerophobic pussies.
An agonized groan hit my ears, and I realized it was coming from me, not either of my friends, and not Stuart’s huge body carrying us at top speed through the air. We’d been aloft for several hours, ever since we’d met at the crack of dawn in Santa Fe and decided we’d make better time if Stu simply carried us to Seattle rather than fuck around trying to find flights and dealing with airport transportation. It was the smartest decision, but that didn’t make it any easier to endure being so goddamn far from Gaia’s sturdy embrace.
“Did you know the turul call it ouranophobia?” Eddie said, evidently sharing my train of thought. Sometimes I wondered if living with three dragons for the past few years had rubbed off on us so well we’d actually become telepathic with each other. “Not that we have to fear that crazy bastard anymore, since Deva schooled his ass.”
“Fear of the sky.” I laughed, and ice crystals fell off my beard, plinking off the tops of my fists where they gripped the bony protrusion of Stuart’s spine that I held onto for dear life. He wouldn’t let us fall, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t fucking terrified. Not that I’d let him in on that fact.
I had a bigger fear of failing Gray, so I could suck it up. We’d had a single text from Murdoc a few hours earlier, but all it had said was “bring food” so I had no idea what to expect.
All we had were the coordinates the messenger had left with us and an increasing sense of dread that Chaos wouldn’t go to the trouble of chasing someone unless he stood to gain some advantage over Fate. But we wouldn’t know the whole story until we reached Gray and this so-called “convergence” of earth and fire. For all we knew, Elden was just making shit up and we were headed toward a newly awakened volcano.
Behind me, Chayton let out a whoop that sounded more like relief than fear. I craned my head around as far as I dared to avoid losing balance. He was frantically pointing to the northeast of our bearing, where I could just make out the blinking red light at the pinnacle of Seattle’s most prominent landmark through the fog.
“It’s the Space Needle! We made it!”
The top of the huge structure seemed to hover ahead of us in the dense cloud cover like a spaceship and brought back tender memories of all the times we used to accompany Aella to the Stratosphere in Vegas for her weekly fix of adrenaline. Only the dragons ever went with her to the top though. Me, Chay, and Ed always opted to meet her on the ground after she completed her sky jump. As much as we adored that woman, her craving for jumping off tall buildings was probably the biggest clue that she was not meant to mate a trio of ursa.