I slipped my leg over his hips and paused, looking down into his face. He was by far the prettiest of the three dragons. Underwear model gorgeous with platinum blonde hair and chiseled features made even sharper by the barely restrained grimace of pain. But when I reached between us to grip the base of his cock, the pain turned to pleasure that increased as I sank down onto him.
“Don’t tell me Gray and Murdoc were more polite.” He dropped his hands to my thighs and squeezed, pushing up to plunge even deeper.
I gasped, and my entire body flushed with pleasure as he seated himself fully inside me.
“Gray at least gave me a hug first, then helped me blow glass. Then we fucked.”
“Ah, good for him,” Stuart said. The pained expression was entirely gone now, replaced by determination as he let me ride him. The wounds were still there, but the bleeding had stopped. Whether it was because of me or simply his constitution being strengthened by the distraction, I wasn’t sure.
He jacked up into me hard enough to make me gasp. “And Murdoc?”
I panted, struggling to maintain a rhythm now that he’d taken over, his need outpacing mine. I leaned over, sinking my hands into the pillows on either side of his head. His gaze fixed on mine, and he smiled at my obvious lack of composure. He lifted one hand and pushed my wild hair behind one ear.
“Murdoc didn’t waste time, did he? He fucked you hard and fast like this.”
His strokes were punishingly fast and deep and didn’t leave a bit of room to form coherent thoughts. I was overcome with pleasure and doing my best just to keep my eyes from falling closed in ecstasy.
“It’s okay, April. It’s already working. Look.”
He glanced down, and I followed his gaze, absently staring at bloody skin until I realized the wounds were all but completely gone.
“I did that?” I asked on a panting breath, resting a hand against his belly where he’d been crisscrossed with a mesh of ugly cuts only moments ago.
“You did.” He grabbed the back of my head again and kissed me fast, leaving his mouth against mine as he continued to fuck me. “One taste of your Nirvana is all I need to heal fully. Just one. Will you come for me, April?”
“Just don’t stop,” I breathed. “Oh god.”
I finally gave in, fingers digging into the pillows and my body twisting, hips rocking on their own as one more swift plunge of Stuart’s cock sent me over the edge.
Mid-spasm, I felt the world spin, and before I could blink, he had me on my back, driving into me harder than before. The orgasm wrenched through me, stealing every last breath, and still he kept going as if determined to wring every last ounce of magic out of me. His face was flushed and beautiful now, his pale eyes ablaze. The swaths of blood on his skin made him look like a warrior rather than a victim, the way they slashed in bright crimson strokes across thick pale muscles like red paint across a canvas. I realized that was just his skin color now that he was healed, but with his wild look, it no longer looked pallid and afflicted. He was magnificent, and his cock was swiftly pushing me toward a second climax.
I arched my back off the mattress, and he leaned back, tucking his knees under me as he lifted my hips up, spearing me harder on his cock. The new angle pushed his cockhead straight into my G-spot with every stroke, and I exploded a second time, my core flooding with a fresh wash of hot arousal.
Stuart growled, then released a harsh grunt and slammed into me, squeezing my hips hard as his cock erupted inside me. He melted down to the mattress again, curling his whole body around me much the way Gray had been before our intruders disrupted our nap.
“Sweet Mother, you’re perfect,” he murmured into my hair.
“Well, evidently I have a magic vagina, so it’s no surprise you’d feel that way.”
He snorted, then burst out into a full laugh, his big body shaking the whole bed. “It’s true. I never realized it! Magic vagina, hah!”
His mirth was infectious, and I broke into giggles too. Once we’d calmed down, I studied his face, and he smiled, studying mine in turn.
“Sorry for the abrupt introduction,” he said. “I’m usually more deliberate about making an entrance. I hope we didn’t interrupt anything.” He dipped his head and inhaled deeply. “Because there’s no mistaking their scent on you, and their energy permeating your body. But it pales in comparison to your own power. I almost can’t believe you’re Bloodline.”
“It’s true, but apparently that comes with some side effects.”
He frowned. “You’re really in estrous? I tasted dragon magic too.”
Keeping my mouth closed, I looked into his eyes and projected a thought. “I’m a little bit of both, I guess.”
He scoffed and shook his head. “You’re a lot of both. Enough to heal me. That’s not a little thing, April, and I don’t know if Gray or Murdoc explained how an ursa estrous works, but it’s dangerous for you to be alone.”
“So you’re saying I need you guys not just as bodyguards but to keep servicing me until this passes? Should we call the other three in here to have a go next? I’ve only fucked three different men in the past eight hours. Why not go for broke and have all six of you?”
I snapped my mouth shut, alarmed by how bitchy I sounded. I was just so out of sorts with all the new discoveries, and I hated not being in control of my own life. Losing access to my studio was getting to me.
Stuart stared at me, then sighed. “It’s not permanent. But I think you need to be careful with the ursa. There’s a reason they call it servicing. Ursa males aren’t allowed to fuck females they aren’t mated to. They can’t risk impregnating a female without a mate bond intact. I take it the other two didn’t explain that part yet?”
“They didn’t really have time to explain,” I said. “My body isn’t letting us do much beyond eat and fuck. Part of me wants to complain, but my god, those orgasms.” I moaned and let my eyes roll back.
“Those don’t have to end, even with the ursa,” Stuart said in a suggestive tone. “They’re trained to satisfy a woman without fucking her.”
“Oh?” I sounded distracted, but it was probably because Stuart’s hand had slid down my belly and now teased between my legs. “I don’t see you calling them in here to show me.”
“Dragons are at their hearts selfish beasts.” He hovered over me, his mouth grazing my breastbone before he captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked until I moaned. “I know this is likely my only opportunity to have you to myself, so I’m going to take advantage of it.”
“You’re assuming I want to be shared. What if I only want one of you? What if I want to go back to being alone?”
He’d moved lower, but paused with his mouth hovering over my pelvis and looked up at me, then propped himself on his hands and stared into my eyes. “Do you really want to go back to your old life?”
“What? Can’t I make that choice? Or does the fact that you guys swept in and turned my life upside-down suddenly mean I have to be with you?”
He sat back on his heels with a frown, and I silently regretted distracting him from his path, but I also couldn’t just let this go.
“We weren’t the ones who disrupted your life, April. That was Chaos. It’s what he does. We’re here to help you. To keep you safe. Deva Rainsong herself is looking for the other member of the Bloodline they’re after because it seems there are two of you being targeted.”