Page 5 of Dragon Fight (The Dragon Queen #2)

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“B eautiful girl.”

Another deep, drugging kiss made my head spin and my whole body tingle as he devoured my mouth, sucking my lips, tangling his tongue with mine. He let out a helpless little groan then spun me around, pressing more kisses to the back of my neck as he positioned my hands on the door, precisely where he wanted them.

“There’s a fucking reason why they don’t let women wear men’s clothes.” He smoothed his hands down my ribs and then over my hips. “I watch you walk around seeing this arse swaying, these breasts bobbing, and I can scarcely remember a word Brom has said about the upcoming mission.” He undid the buttons of my shirt with all of the speed Brom had restrained himself from using the previous night, before thrusting his hands inside, forcing a gasp from me as he covered my breasts.

His fingers were cunning, finding my nipples in seconds and playing with them so that I had to stifle my moans against my arm, that deep, tugging sensation between my legs proving terribly distracting. Flynn pulled my shirt up and over my arms in order to strip my top half bare. Then he reached around my waist to start on my pants, punctuating his efforts with kisses pressed across my shoulders, while he unbuckled my belt and jerked my pants down.

“Fuuuuck…”

That low, guttural groan had me turning around to see him taking a step back, staring. I slid off my boots and removed the last of my clothing and any doubts I might have had about his desire for me were instantly dispelled. Now that I was nude before him, Flynn’s eyes were wide, his fingers flexing like he was dying to touch me, but didn’t dare. I stepped so brazenly naked towards him, lifting my hands to his buttons.

“So can I strip you naked too? And tell you how maddening it is to watch the muscles of your forearms flex when you drink your ale, or how watching you do things so casually competently makes me wonder what else you can do with those hands?” I asked.

“Me?” He laughed at that, but it seemed to be more from surprise than amusement. “You bloody hid that well, if that’s what you’ve been thinking. You could’ve had me anytime you crooked a finger, Pippin, you know that, surely.”

But I didn’t. I didn’t at all. I’d been forced to view them as comrades-at-arms, then as potential marriage prospects, but not as my lovers, desired and desiring. As I smoothed my hands over his shoulders, feeling that breadth, I realised now was the first time I’d ever consciously looked upon him with desire, with need, and been free to express it. I tore his shirt out from his pants to unbutton it, running my eyes over the broad, muscular expanse I’d lusted after the other night, though with a much clearer head this time. I’d store this memory away, too: of Flynn, of the feel of his skin, of the firmness of his muscles, of the way his body gave nothing away but then gave everything. I ran my hands down his chest in the direction of his belt buckle.

“Just wait.” His hands stopped mine from proceeding.

“Tell me you’re not going to stop me from pleasing you, as well?” I asked.

“As well? If Brom turned that down, he’s a stronger man than me. No, love.” As he smiled, the skin around his eyes crinkled. “I want your hands all over me, because I swear that’s what I’m about to do to you.” But he looked at me intently. “That’s what I want to check. Do you want this? Are you sore?”

“I ache.” My words were blunt and he winced at them. “But I also ache , right here.” I placed his hand low on my pelvis. “Every time I’m around any of you. I think it's only frequent and regular re-enactments of the other night that will ease my pain.” I smiled at him.

“Is that right?”

He swept me up in his arms only to lay me on the bed, treating me to the sight of him getting naked with flattering speed before he crawled onto the bed.

To me, each man was beautiful in his own way. But Flynn had something golden and sleek about him, like the great cats they found on the continent. As he prowled forward like one and my eyes raked across his body, my attention was caught by a silvery gleam at the tip of his hard cock. As he got closer, I reached for him. I felt a little shy, but I wanted to touch him. As I did, I felt the liquid already beaded on the tip.

“This is so red and swollen. Are you sore?” I asked, with an innocent look. He smirked down at me, but his confident air faltered and he drew in a breath with a hiss as I stroked my fingertips up and down his shaft. “Perhaps I should kiss it better?”

“Look at you: a little minx all this time and we had no idea.” He regained his grin. “Hmmm. Perhaps there’s something I can show you that the others haven’t, yet—we don’t have to wait to take turns pleasing each other.” He shifted direction, spinning on one knee to straddle my body, giving me a very fine view of his perfectly formed arse right before he pushed my thighs open and placed a kiss on my mound.

“Ah!”

My mouth fell open as I gasped in realisation of how this would go. In response to his kiss, my fingers played over his testicles and I revelled in the sounds of his moans. Then I licked my way up his shaft.

“Gods above, of course you’re a bloody natural. Suck my cock, love. Get me as fucking hard as you can and, while you do, I’ll bring you to the brink of coming, right before I plunder this body of yours as thoroughly as I know how.”

Ged had said that if a man didn’t know how to stimulate my pearl, then he wasn’t the right one for me. Flynn proceeded to show just how right for me he was. His long fingers separated me then his tongue snaked forward right as I sucked the tip of his weeping cock. I moaned around him and his hips jerked forward in response.

“Don’t do that, love,” he told me in a hoarse voice. “The vibrations go all the way through me, and I’m only just holding off coming down your throat as it is.”

“What, like this?” I asked, swallowing him as far as I dared, then letting out a long hmm . His strangled groan was music to my ears. And then he launched an answering salvo.

“Looks like this will be hard and fast then. Just the way I like it.”

He bent his head to his task, licking and sucking until I was groaning, entirely involuntarily. His hands were like iron as they held me absolutely still so that he could gorge himself. My head moved in time with his strokes, drawing him deeper and deeper into my mouth, any sensation of choking not even registering. It felt like the more pleasure he gave me, the more I wanted him to experience. The two of us were locked in a self-perpetuating loop until finally Flynn pulled free and turned back to face me.

“Tell me you’re ready, Pippin,” he begged, in a hoarse voice, eyes wild. “Tell me you need me.”

I answered him by pulling his body down on mine as he moved between my legs, so that the two of us were lying with our pelvises locked together.

“This is the first time, really,” he told me, staring into my eyes. “What happened before was a beautiful fever dream. But this?” I felt the head of his cock brush against me, my hips following the movement without conscious thought. “This is what happens when you wake up.”

I was slick with his saliva and my own lubrication when he reached down and notched himself against my opening, both of us letting out a little groan as he sank right in. The flicker of his tongue had been beautiful, inspiring an airy kind of ecstasy, but this was something much more grounded. When his hips jerked forward, when he buried himself inside me, when he watched my every response to make sure I was pleased by this, I felt held and cherished while also being as debauched as a doxy on market day.

And perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing.

My eyes fell closed as his strokes grew deeper, as he delved all the way into me, stabbing harder and harder, pleasure exploding each time he reached my limits. I gave and gave and he took and took, our hips crashing together, our bodies creating some kind of brutal symphony that the two of us got lost in. I forgot about time, space, the estate, the maids, even my marriage to Brom in that moment, being too full of Flynn to think of anything else, my ears filled with his raspily delivered odes to my perfection, my fingers clasping his body to mine. And neither of us noticed when the door swung open.

Draven was the one who had taught me how to walk silently like a thief. I realised just how good he was at that trick when my eyes flicked open, and I realised he’d entered the room and shut the door behind him without even a click. His cold blue eyes took in everything before him: me, Flynn, and all the points we were joined, but it was hard to tell what caught his attention most. My body wedged beneath Flynn’s, my nipple pulled tight, revealed each time he thrust deeper, the subtle curves of my body or the hard planes of Flynn’s. The crown prince of Nevermere looked at the two of us with a strange kind of possessiveness, as if we were much more than just his subjects.

I should’ve brought things to a sudden stop, perhaps quailed beneath Flynn’s body at the look in Draven’s eyes and then yanked a sheet over myself, but I didn’t. My pleasure didn’t dissipate as he watched us; it increased. And I couldn’t understand why. The uncompromising attention of others had always made me come out in hives. But now, like this…? I knew what Glimmer would say—that I was queen—but what the hell did that mean? I didn’t have the focus to spare to ponder it. I closed my eyes as something huge stirred within me, dragging pleasure all the way through my body, coming in waves in response to Flynn’s thrusts, just as he gasped.

“Are you close? Tell me you’re close.”

And…I was. I felt like I had been filled and filled with pleasure and that Flynn was just pumping more and more in, until I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I wrapped my legs tight about his waist, stilling him right as I ground my teeth to hold back my scream.

This was what I’d missed last night, the feeling of the two of us coming apart at the seams together. It wasn’t just the experience of pleasure, though there was plenty of that, but the fact that we were sharing it between us.

“Pippin… Gods, Pippin, you’re…” Flynn kissed me in a messy flurry, totally absorbed in me, in us. Then Draven sat down on the bed. “Fuck!”

He stared, unblinking, as he took in the prince, and then his eyes widened and he threw himself over the top of me, as though trying to protect my modesty. Draven’s lip curled in response, making clear that the action was a pointless exercise.

“What the fucking hell are you doing in here?” Flynn hissed.

“Looking for evidence of what I had suspected. Brom married the girl, but you’re all utterly smitten with her. Does Brom know?”

“Of course he bloody does! Do you think I’d dishonour him like that? Pippin wasn’t mine or Brom’s or Ged’s or Soren’s alone. She belongs to the whole wing.”

“Hmmm. As you are all part of my wing, does that make Pippin mine, too?” Draven asked.

“You can’t stand Pippin, so no,” Flynn snapped. “You won’t be getting anywhere near her if I have anything to say about it.”

“You don’t.” Draven’s eyes slid over the two of us one last time before he got to his feet. “Clean up, get dressed and try not to walk out of this room looking freshly fucked. This little honeymoon is being cut short. We’ll need to head to Brom’s family estate. My mother isn’t at all fooled by this ruse, and your father will be making a beeline here for Pippin’s lands. He’ll want to continue his queen-making in a discreet location, so we need to proceed carefully, making sure that everyone else who’s of importance is convinced that Pippin and her dragon fully support Harlston and her legally wedded husband.”

He headed to the door.

“I’ll see you both downstairs.”

“Fuck…” Flynn said, again, collapsing down on top of me.