Page 15 of Dragon Fight (The Dragon Queen #2)

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P art of me idly wondered if this was akin to how Soren felt, this sort of gratification at issuing commands and having them responded to. As I issued my order, each man stepped to, removing clothing with startling speed. Despite being granted such a feast for the eyes, I kept my attention on one man in particular. I felt the caresses of each man as their hands passed over me, my skin tingling each time I was touched, but I reached out for only one man: Brom.

He was mine, and my hand landed on his bare chest in an act of claiming. His eyes followed my every move as I trailed my fingers across the warm, muscled expanse, his own hands stilling as he stopped midway through the process of undoing his leather pants. I brushed his hands aside, taking over the task myself, pushing them down his lean hips until I was confronted by his desire for me. I left his pants bunched around his ankles as I took his cock in my hand.

“Pippin…” Part moan, part protest as my fingers spanned his broad shaft, swirling up to feel him achingly hard for me. “Pippin…!” My thumb brushed across the head, sliding easily through the slippery spill of his precum, and I knew exactly what I wanted. I dropped my hand and looked him in the eye.

“Get on the bed.”

“Pippin, wait. We need—” Brom started to say, but the others drew closer.

“Our girl gave you an order, Wing Commander,” Ged said with a mocking smile. “Wouldn’t want Soren to have to assign you laps around the training room in punishment for insubordination.”

Brom raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and got on the bed, tugging his boots and his pants off. I yanked free the rest of my clothes, then, once he was lying down in all his naked glory, I followed him onto the bed.

This felt right, with the five of us stripped of all that symbolised rank, station or pretensions. None of us were pretending to be anything other than what we were. A wing of riders. A pack of lovers.

“Pippin, perhaps we should… Oh fuck !”

I straddled him with all the ease that I now had when I sat astride a dragon, and when I lowered myself, I found I didn’t need any preliminaries. I was hot and wet already; I was alive and I needed to celebrate that. The curse he made as I guided his cock inside me, the way the cords in his neck stood out and his hands clawed the sheets as I worked him deeper and deeper, I liked all of that very much. The process was harder than it had been on any of my previous times, because this time I hadn’t been tended to beforehand, but for some reason I wanted this fight. To push back against my body’s constraints, to reclaim it for me, for our pleasure. It made me aware of his cock in a way I hadn’t before, because I had absolutely nothing to distract myself from it. So I knew exactly when he reached bottom. And so did Brom. Rolling up from his waist to meet me, he enfolded me in his arms and held me flush against him, very still, while he gazed into my eyes.

“Stay there,” he begged. “Just like that, just for a moment.”

I couldn’t deny him anything, so I did as he asked, reaching up to smooth my hand across his cheek as the others drew closer. I felt a pang of pain, then, for Kay, that she would never have this. And even for Bernard, forced into a marriage when the only person he felt this kind of passion for was of the ‘wrong’ gender and station. One of them would never be stared at like she was the other person’s whole world, and the other snatched moments like this with his lover in secret. But I wouldn’t be relegated to living out either of those existences. I knew I was the centre of Brom’s entire focus, and that his whole heart lay in my hand as we stared at each other.

“She feels too good,” Ged observed, coming closer and stealing a kiss from me before turning to Brom. “I’m well known for my stamina, but it was all destroyed the moment I was with Pippin. Too hot, too tight, too wet.”

“Gods, yes,” Brom groaned.

He pressed his forehead to mine, then slipped his hands down to squeeze my hips. After a moment, he adjusted his grip so that he could shift them, encouraging me to move. As he did, my other lovers drew closer. Ged slid behind me, against my back, his mouth burning a trail down my neck as his big hands covered my breasts.

“You’ve rushed things,” Soren scolded me. “You’ve no hope of reaching your peak without this.”

His hand slid between Brom and I, working my pearl back and forth, but I knew I didn’t need it. I kissed him, kissed Flynn, then kissed Brom as we began to move faster, my hips rising and falling as they had in the saddle. Every time I dropped down, Brom worked his way deeper and deeper into me, but I craved the intrusion and the intensity.

“Brom…”

“Gods, Pippin!” He buried his face in my neck, kissing me desperately, nipping at my skin as we got faster. He seemed to need to mark me, as though to tie me to the here and now, to prolong our pleasure, yet also rush towards it. “Not gonna last. Too good. So fucking good.” And when his grip grew harsh and punishing, when he forced me to move far faster than I would’ve normally, when I felt his cock flex within me, promising to give me everything he had, I clenched down, intent on making him fulfil what he was offering

“Brom!” I rasped out rather than shrieking it, swallowing back my response as my whole body went rigid, making the sensations so much more intense. With each jet of his seed I felt my womb contract, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing through me until finally…

My husband rolled us to lie down on the bed together. Each movement set off yet more aftershocks of pleasure, making me groan. Then he held me close, and I lay my head on his chest, listening to the rapid skitter of his heartbeat as we both regained our breath.

“Look at this laziness,” Flynn said with a sardonic grin, winking at me when my eyes opened. “Soren, you’ll need to do more strength training with our cadet if she thinks that’s enough. With four randy riders to service, she’ll need a lot more stamina.”

The other two men chuckled at that. Ged reached for me, but Brom kept me with him for a moment. He stared into my eyes, the intensity of his gaze reverential, as though he could see the sun and the moon in the depths of my pupils, before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“That was…” He smiled wryly, shaking his head. “Gods, words escape me.” So, instead of trying to find the words, he kissed me, imbuing it with all his passion and quiet intensity. It felt as though he was vowing that he would provide all of that for me my whole life. “Go on, force our wing to please you until you can’t take anymore. They need it for group morale.”

I smiled and gave a salute in mock deference to his rank before turning back to my other lovers. Brom arranged himself lazily against the bedhead to watch the proceedings. Soren was quick to lay his hands on my body, making sure I was ready and willing for the next round. He ran his hands over me with practised confidence, making my pulse start to quicken again. Once he saw the effect he had on me, he began teasing my pearl, only lightly at first when he heard my initial hiss of sensitivity, then with more sure strokes as my blood began to rush. But when I tried to move my hands to him to reciprocate, he shook his head then pushed me towards Ged, who took over with a much more intense approach.

Ged began by delivering harsh stinging kisses all over my body, baring his teeth and biting every now and then as he went. The rushing small moments of pain made the bigger pain of today diminish, almost as if he was tearing the remnants of it away from me with his teeth. When he had me red and raw and throbbing, he pulled away, eliciting a needy whine from me. He ran a soothing hand along my back before directed me onto my hands and knees to face him, while he maintained a firm pressure between my shoulder blades.

“Soren,” Ged said.

“I… shouldn’t. She just survived a horse riding accident today.”

“And it's made her hornier than a bull in rut,” Ged assured him as he cupped his hand under my jaw, then pushed his thumb between my lips. What he wanted was clear. I sucked at his thumb then pulled away to place a kiss on his hip bone. He hissed in a breath before continuing, “You know what it's like after coming back from a fight. We’re all hard as nails and falling on the nearest girl—”

“And Pippin is no serving maid to be used for only for our pleasure,” Soren growled.

“You’re right. She’s not. So, don’t you dare hold back from her something you’ve given to others you care a whole lot less for.”

There was movement behind me as the mattress dipped. I jumped slightly when I felt Soren’s hand on my hip as he responded to Ged’s challenge. Then I felt the brush of something thick against me.

“Are you sure, Pippin?” I could barely respond to him, overwhelmed by sensation as I felt the heavy drag of the head across my seam at the same time as Ged pushed his cock into my open mouth. Instead I rolled my eyes back in my head and let out a long groan, the vibrations around him making Ged shiver.

“Just give it to her,” Flynn told Soren. To support his argument, I tilted my hips and arched my back, all in one movement, so that Soren’s cock was sucked in and engulfed by my hot wetness. At that, his grip on my hipbone tightened, almost to the point of pain. The gentle man was gone and the drill sergeant was in charge as he growled low.

“Then suck that bastard’s cock until he spills like a boy at his first visit to a brothel,” Soren ordered. “And hold your release until I tell you.”

My eyes blinked open at that, but I couldn’t formulate even a mental response because at that moment he thrust forward and all I could do was feel.

He was thicker than Brom and longer, and every slow pulse of his cock dragged over something terribly sensitive, making me squirm at every downstroke. But there was no escaping either Soren or Ged. I was caught in the grip of two powerful men, being pushed forward onto one cock and then pulled back onto the other.

For most women of my acquaintance, this would have been a shameful situation to be in. Yet I felt as though this couldn’t have been more fitting. We were a wing, a group of riders who had to work together to protect our country, and a similar sense of affinity, of shared endeavour was connecting us as we sought each other’s pleasure. I wanted to feel Ged’s cock swell impossibly harder in my mouth, the head jerking each time I sucked on him, his voice becoming hoarse as he showered upon me a filthy litany of all the ways I made him feel. But just as I controlled Ged’s pleasure, Soren controlled mine, every stroke angling and driving into me with perfect precision. My thighs spread wider because I wanted to have him as deep as I could, and his balls slapped against my pearl. A terrible pleasure built and built until I was fighting to hold it back.

“Gods, get her there,” Ged groaned, because he was obviously at his peak and struggling to stave it off.

“Someone else needs to build stamina,” Soren grunted, fucking me harder and harder, that place inside me feeling like it was blossoming out, like petals of pleasure unfurling inside me.

“I promise to fuck Pippin over and over to build that up,” Ged said through gritted teeth. “But right now…”

“Ready to come, my love?”

By the gods, was I ready. Soren reached around and pinched at my clit, forcing the pleasure to spike so much harder as he took all control away from me.

As I tipped over the edge into paroxysms of rapture, I felt as though I’d been thrown free of my body to float in a sea of pleasure. I heard Ged’s grunt and a heartbeat later I felt his cock unload into my mouth, my throat working convulsively around him. But that wasn’t where most of my focus was. I was being tugged along through the crashing waves by Soren. As he fucked me, his strokes became even more determined and forceful, dragging out my pleasure. Ged’s cock pulled free and I took in a huge breath, and bit back the scream of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm me. Soren reached one thick arm beneath my torso and scooped me up, holding me upright against his body and burying his nose in my hair as his hips finally came to a stop, and he jetted his cum into me.

I had been raised with some strange ideas about sex. That it was a duty I owed my husband. That men took pleasure in the act, which was seen as natural, expected; but if women found their pleasure, somehow that was unnatural. However, like so many things I’d been taught growing up, the experiences in this new life of mine had shown me something quite different. Brom, Soren, Ged—they couldn’t have cared for me more in this moment, despite the things we’d been doing—things unimaginable to my younger self. Or perhaps because of them. We were dragon riders, a breed apart, and our hungers, our needs, were different to the average person’s.

As I’ve been trying to tell you , Glimmer observed pithily.

After a few moments, Flynn held his hand out to me, with a serious cast to his features and an unexpected glitter in his eyes. I reached one hand towards him, as I reached my other hand up behind me to Soren, turning my head to give him one more kiss. When I gave Flynn my other hand, he pulled me into his embrace with a hint of desperation.

“You nearly died today,” Flynn told me, whispering into my ear. “That can’t be borne. You have to live, Pippin. Out of all of us, you have to survive.”

“I don’t want to just survive,” I told him, pressing a kiss to his sharp cheekbone. “I want to thrive.”

He let out an animalistic growl, that was echoed by Glacier’s roar beyond the walls of the great house. Then Flynn dragged me closer.