Page 52

Jaz

The erotic power of inhalation was something lost on me until I’d met these Drakes.

When Zyair pushed his nose into my neck and breathed me in, every inch of my body came to full, electric awareness.

His own scent swept over me—it touched something so deep inside that I couldn’t describe it.

Like it hooked into my soul. Maybe it was just that it was so amazing, but likely it had more to do with who he was.

Who they were…

My mates. The power behind the word hit me full force, as the link between us ignited. Through it, I sensed Zyair’s own arousal ratchet up an agonizing notch.

He pulsed with a twisted mess of pain and lust, and Xandros rumbled a growl as it flooded through all four of us. That venom was coursing through him, and it was meant to torment. It brought Brentoq into a place where she most definitely did not belong.

Denying it would solve nothing.

I set out to own it instead.

I was Zyair’s mate. Nothing Brentoq had done to him could compare to the power I possessed. She’d wanted to take him from me. But he was a part of my soul, and I wouldn’t let what she’d done steal him away.

Zyair pulled back and reached trembling fingers to my face. Hot, his fingertips blazed with heat, and they traced fiery trails down my throat…

Xandros moved up behind me. He lifted my hair and kissed the nape of my neck as he bent to slide the cloak up over my head. As soon as it was free, I did the same for Zyair.

I’d seen Senaik through his eyes, and I held my breath as I did so. But other than a few livid punctures where she’d injected him, and the scars the Taziers had left on him, his skin was unmarred. Unmarred by teeth, and perfect.

The golden, silky skin over hard muscle was all mine .

I yanked off my shirt, but when Xandros reached for my bra, Rhodes pushed him aside.

“You have the finesse of a Rhinogran,” he said.

I had no idea what a Rhinogran was. But it was true I was down to this one bra. And by Xandros’s heavy, uneven breathing, patience might not be his strong suit at this given moment…

“At least I do not rip anything,” Xandros growled.

His brother proved that he wasn’t completely out of it. “I was suitably inspired,” Zyair breathed in Drakonian.

“Horny, you mean,” Xandros said in English.

Rhodes drifted his hands down my shoulders to the front clasp of my bra. “This must go.”

I raised a brow as he deftly unclipped it, sliding the straps off my shoulders. Zyair inhaled sharply as my breasts were revealed. When he reached to caress them—the heat in his fingertips made me gasp.

To return the favor, I ran my hands over his powerful pectoral muscles—nothing did pecs like a dragon. He exhaled hard.

“You’re burning up,” I whispered.

He ignored my assessment and lowered his head to lave my aching nipple with his tongue. His pain reverberated through the link, but the lust had altered to a driving need that was so powerful it was nearly overwhelming. As it swept through us, we all longed for culmination.

Hot, Zyair’s tongue was so hot, and it did things no human tongue was capable of. Did it really wrap all the way around?

Apparently, it did.

He protested in a mild grumble when Rhodes and Xandros lifted me onto the crate.

They did it slowly, giving Zyair time to trail his tongue along my midriff.

When they sat me down, I was in Xandros’s lap.

I leaned back against something large and incredibly rigid that pushed urgently up through the coveralls he wore, and he tucked me so tight to his hips that his balls—were they really glowing bright enough to shine through the fabric? —were pushed against my buttocks.

Carried on the tsunami of pure feel , I was barely aware of Zyair placing one hand on my hip, while with the other…

Oh man. I was going to need an entirely new wardrobe after this flight. But with my heart fluttering like a trip hammer, I couldn’t find it in me to care. Maybe we could all just hang around gloriously naked…

Well, they were glorious, anyway.

Rhodes sighed.

“Smooth, bro,” Xandros rumbled.

“They are in the way,” complained Zyair as he continued the ripping, removing my leggings in strips from my hips and thighs. How did he do that without those talons doing more than drift across my skin?

The crate had me at just the right height for him to move up on his knees, lean forward and…

Wowsers. Hot and wet, that carnal tongue of his sampled me and amped my general state of desperation.

It massaged as my legs closed around his head.

My mouth fell open in a silent gasp while he made groaning rumbles of pleasure.

Xandros’s big hands caressed my thighs, parting them for his brother.

Who then went deeper .

No fucking way.

I needed this explained. Sometime in the future, perhaps, not at this very minute. My hands fastened in Zyair’s hair, encouraging whatever the hell he was doing that had me moaning.

Xandros’s hands moved to my breasts, where they pulled on my nipples until they formed tender peaks. Each pull sent pulses of pure electricity zipping through me. When I gasped, he lowered his head, and proved that Drake tongues were multitalented. It danced along my neck and up behind my ear…

Entangled in Zyair’s thick hair, small talons sprang from my fingertips and black scales erupted along my arms and thighs. They glittered blue in the light of the lantern. When my talons scraped lightly along his scalp, his arousal ratcheted tighter.

“See, you are a little Draka,” Rhodes murmured.

He removed one of my hands from its grip in Zyair’s hair, and began to use his supple tongue to wrap around each finger.

It then teased the underside of my wrist until my scales migrated all the way to my fingers.

I wanted to stare, to determine the truth of that tongue, but at that moment Zyair made contact with a sensitive area deep inside that I didn’t even know existed.

I writhed in Xandros’s grip, and all coherent thought fled as I tightened around Zyair’s tongue, panting, dangerously close to the edge.

But wait—this wasn’t about me. This was about Zyair . My heart convulsed. Saving him was the only possible option here.

I wrenched myself back from near oblivion and focused …

He was rumbling as he worked between my thighs, and my gaze rose from that delicious if disconcerting sight to what arched over him—his wings, opening and closing ever so slightly in rhythm to his rapturous maneuvers.

The edges glimmered gold in the lantern’s illumination, the play of light and shadow providing a study of graceful contours. I pulled away from Rhodes to trace the dancing light with one finger. When I made contact, Zyair froze, and then, shuddered.

His skin over his wings was like fire. I closed my hand around the main bone, and ran it from the base, to as far as I could reach.

“Verrry nice,” Xandros approved from behind me, and I guessed that watching one’s mate stroke another’s wings was a major Drake turn on.

“She is good with wings,” breathed Rhodes, trailing his tail along my thigh.

Zyair’s magic tongue hesitated, before continuing its work. Until I pulled the taloned wing tip towards me, stuck it in my mouth…

And then sucked. He mentally reached for me, desperate—and following a hunch, I closed my teeth on it, and bit him.

It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but the surge of lust had us all catching our breath.

With a gasp, and another shudder, Zyair’s tongue withdrew.

His head fell back on his neck, and he groaned, long and low.

What flowed from him had Xandros cupping my breasts in squeezing hands and shoving himself against the small of my back with no trivial amount of urgency.

I heard the distinctive sound of ripping fabric.

As his hands were still on my thighs, I could only conclude that everything about Drakes had the power to disrupt.

Or, at least, rip through coveralls.

When I looked past Zyair to Rhodes, his eyes were glowing garnet. He’d dropped his coveralls and stood with wings spread. Every lean muscle, every contour, gleamed in the lantern light. He was artwork brought to life. When I met his gaze, his highly aroused cock quivered.

Magnificent as well as s tupendous.

As I licked and bit at Zyair’s wing, Rhodes’s tail danced along my thigh, and then slipped between them.

Wowsers, those damned tails…

Zyair groaned again. He was shaking so hard I wasn’t sure his legs would continue to hold him, even just in a kneel. The wing scorched against my tongue as the desire coursing off him reached a fever’ s pitch.

Pushing myself away from Xandros and Rhodes, I spun around, dropping to my knees before Zyair.

I pulled his wingtip with me, nibbling along the bone.

The sensations coursing through me from him—my breath caught, and I quivered.

The link between all four of us was alive with surging emotion that completed my soul in ways I would never have imagined.

They were mine .

Xandros and Rhodes moved in on each side of me, their bodies gleaming. I touched the massive tip of Xandros’s burgeoning cock with a small talon, and his hips shoved upward until it ran along the length.

Apparently, even without manticore venom, they liked pointy things in very personal places.

I arched my hips invitingly, and suddenly there was something drifting along my inner thigh, and then deeper… The very tip stroked, then, began to vibrate. Rhodes rumbled as his tail sent pulses of lightning through me.

Fucking hell. Tongues and tails, these Drakes had it all.

And it all belonged to me…

How had I gotten so damned lucky? I owed Fate a chocolate bar. Or a few million.

Zyair was shaking with desire, hurting with it. He needed me like a fish did water. More, even.

“Take me,” I panted, pushing back against him.

Xandros was all but humping my hand. “Take her, bro. She is ready.” He rumbled a laugh. “Shaftz, so am I.”