Page 26 of Tempting Her Dragons (Embracing The Bond #10)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Saphira

“ D o you want me to burn yours?” I ask, grinning. I wish I had a free hand to take a picture of their faces. I figured since our hands were tied, I had to find another way to undress.

“Yes,” Maverick says. I have to concentrate to move my fire down my arms to theirs, pushing and guiding it where I want it to go.

“Fuck,” Kingston says gutturally as their clothes disappear.

“Baby, you always surprise us,” Mav says. Their words healed all the wounds in my heart, and their awe of my power pleases me.

Kingston doesn’t say anything as he wraps his arm around my waist, causing mine to follow. He kisses me, and Maverick mimics his move. I break the kiss on a gasp as I feel myself floating in the air. My mates have been hiding their power. The fun of running across the room and launching onto the bed is nothing compared to hovering in the air, completely relying on my mates to hold me. When we slide onto the bed, they pull their arms so mine won’t be twisted underneath my body. Instead, they lay on their sides, lift their hands, and my arms hit the pillow above my head. Kingston places his leg between mine and pulls. Maverick does the same, and their thighs spread mine wide.

I am completely at their mercy, open to them and bound. I fucking love it, and the heat from the bond increases to dangerous levels.

“What is your word?” Maverick asks, gliding his hand over my rib cage.

“Collar,” I respond quickly.

“Do not hesitate to use it,” Kingston says. “If the rope gets uncomfortable, tell us. You can say stop at any time. We will always take care of your needs and soothe your fear.” He caresses my bottom lip.

“I know,” I say breathlessly.

“Are you ready, Firefly?” King asks silkily. His finger moves down my chin, to my neck, and then between my breasts.

“Very,” I groan as he circles my nipple. I try to twist, hoping he takes the hint and gives me the touch I want.

His teeth flash. “Eager,” he whispers. “I think we should play before we complete the bond. What do you think, brother?”

“Yes, we should make sure our mate is ready,” Mav says.

“I’m ready,” I assure them, turning my head from side to side. “Please.” I squirm.

“Mmm…” Kingston continues down my body and I grit my teeth. He swirls his index finger in my belly button briefly, and then slides his thumb over my hip. “We want you soaking wet for us.” I’m pretty sure I am.

Maverick follows the direction of King’s hand, and they continue to drive me mad with their soft, tempting touch. They lean on their elbows and trickle down my legs, causing my arms to lower. Their movements dictate mine.

“Do you have a preference on where you want your brand, King?” Mav asks, and I stare at the side of his head.

“Maybe here,” King mumbles, rubbing his finger across the crease of my thigh. I swivel my attention his way. “Or here.” He touches my hip. “You?”

“There are so many choices,” Mav says and places his palm below my breast. “It would be beautiful here.” I bit my lip and he glides his palm between my breasts. “Here.” He bends over me, his mouth hovering over my nipple, his breath skating over my skin and I shiver.

“I wonder what image the universe will choose,” King says, palming the inside of my thigh. Back and forth he moves. “What do you think, Firefly?”

I have to clear my throat. “I think if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to explode,” I grit out. They tilt their heads, their eyes narrowing. “Sirs,” I add. Their lips twitch. If I didn’t know better, I would think they are twins. They seem to know what the other is thinking.

“Explode, huh?” King asks and drags his finger through the wetness that covers me. “You are swollen.”

“Shit,” I moan, my chest rising.

“I should check,” Mav says, his hand joining King’s, and my toes dig into the covers. “She is very wet.”

“Please.” I tilt my hips, chasing their fingers as they tease.

“Stunning,” King rumbles, adding more pressure where I need it.

“You want us to fuck you, baby?” Mav asks. His thumb hits my clit and I hiss.

“Yes. Please, now,” I beg, and he swirls.

“So polite,” King says. He thrusts his finger inside me and I press my head into the pillow. “So tight, wet, and ours.” He adds a finger and goes as deep as he can.

“Every inch belongs to us,” Mav says, gaining speed.

“I do, I do,” I whisper. “Please, fuck what belongs to you.”

“Such a good Firefly,” King says, thrusting hard. “We belong to you, too.” Their fingers tangle with mine beside my head, and they both lower their heads to my chest.

“We want you to come,” Mav whispers and sucks my nipple deep.

“Come, and then we’ll fuck you,” King says, taking my other nipple. He uses his teeth and tongue.

“Holy fuck,” I cry. My hips jerk, and their touch overwhelms me. The pressure rises to a level I can’t control, and the orgasm rolls over me. It goes on and on as their movements never slow, urging it to reach higher heights. Sparks shoot through the air, magic rumbling through the room.

“Gorgeous,” King growls, his mouth leaving me. He gradually slows, caressing me.

“Our beautiful baby,” Mav coos, rubbing his face over my sensitive skin. He eases the press of his thumb, barely grazing my clit. The aftershocks cascade through me, taking the edge off, but the heat is still simmering.

“More,” I demand breathlessly.

“We will never deny your need,” King growls as Maverick slides off to the side. “I need inside your sweet pussy, Firefly.” He slowly moves, rubbing his mouth down my side along the way. He pushes my legs wide with his hips, and our tied wrists drop next to my shoulder. “Take me,” he grits and thrusts.

“King,” I cry, my softness adjusting quickly to his hardness.

“Fuck, I love stretching you,” he says and starts to move.

“Beautiful,” Maverick whispers in my ear. “How does he feel?” His hand strokes my breast.

“So good,” I moan. This is the most unreal moment of my life. I never thought I would have one mate, much less two, who I would give all control to. King’s cock drags over my soft walls, hitting all the good spots. “Faster.” His movements are measured, slow, deep, and consuming, but I want more.

“No,” he says, and I flex my muscles. “Bad girl.” His grin flashes, and I do it again, begging for him to lose control. In retaliation, he stops on the back glide, leaving only the tip inside. “Are you going to be good?”

“Yes, please,” I lie, and Maverick bites my nipple playfully. “I promise.” I relax my muscles, and he resumes. I’m almost there—all I need is speed.

“I love you, Firefly,” King says, his gaze traveling over my body.

“King, I love you, too.” I melt, giving myself over to his care. He slowly increases his thrusts, his hips hitting mine and grinding. “Yes,” I hiss.

“Watch Maverick when you come,” King commands, and I turn my head. His words make the burn in my stomach flare.

Being watched by one mate while the other fucked me isn’t something I thought would turn me on. The pull oozes through my body as King presses harder and twines his pinky with mine. Maverick’s eyes are locked with mine, his color brightening as he watches my reactions. He leans closer, his lips grazing mine, once, twice, before taking my mouth. The orgasm races through me and I cry out, the noise swallowed when Maverick twines his tongue with mine.

“Fuck,” King grits out as I tighten around him. “You feel so fucking good. Take my come.” Mav breaks the kiss and King comes, the warmth of it filling me. “Yes,” he hisses, looking down at where we are joined. He slows and savors our connection. His eyes rise as he stops, and I see his dragon. “Maverick, fuck our mate so we can mark her,” he rumbles.

My eyes widen and King pulls out, moving our arms and settling beside me. Maverick gets between my thighs, licks his lips while he looks down, stroking his cock, balancing on his knees. I inhale sharply at the erotic sight, and my breath stalls when he glides inside.

“Damn, baby,” he whispers. “You’re so tight and hot.” He doesn’t waste time, taking me fast and deep. Unbelievably, the pressure starts to build again. I have never had more than one orgasm in a matter of minutes; I didn’t think it was possible.

“So hot,” King says against my breast. “Firefly, you take your mates so well.” His mouth sucks my nipple, and his tongue twirls.

“I can’t,” I whimper, their claiming overwhelming me.

“Yes, you can,” Mav says, tilting my hips with his free hand. “You were made for your two mates.” How will I do anything else but love on my dragons?

“I love your tits,” King says, caressing them with his tongue. His hand cups the other, squeezing in time with Maverick’s movements. “My dragon is eager to mark you.”

“You need to get there, baby,” Maverick says, his jaw ticking. “This pussy is too sweet, and watching my brother fuck you was too much.” His thumb presses against my clit and I jerk.

“Please,” I pant, not knowing what I’m asking for.

“Do you want to complete the bond?” Maverick asks harshly.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Are you ready to be mated to your two mates?” King asks, hovering over my chest.

“I am,” I swear, and the light in the room brightens.

“Do you want to be tied to us for all time?” Maverick asks.

“Yes, Maverick, Kingston.” My skin flares with flames, and my dragon watches from my eyes.

“Come, baby,” Maverick demands, his voice garbled. My body listens, and my vision blurs with the pleasure of our bond. I cry out, and Mav roars.

“Be ours,” King says, his fire floating from his mouth.

“I am,” I whisper. Their fire shoots from their bodies to join mine, dancing and melting together. The binds that bound us disappear. Maverick pulls out, dips down, and breathes on my hip, his mark burning into my skin.

Kingston’s steady stream of fire skates just under my breast, and my dragon roars. I feel their presence inside me, the bond forming deep. I palm the back of their heads, encouraging their claim, eager for completion. My teeth elongate, my breath sawing in and out harshly.

The air is electric, and a breeze forms from nowhere, the power of our dragons alive throughout the room. The bed shakes as Maverick finishes the mark with his fire and uses his teeth to mark underneath it. He sucks a sip of blood and pulls away, and I yank him close. I can’t hold my dragon back any longer, opening my mouth over his peck. My fire emerges, burning hot, ensuring my mark is visible for all to see. Maverick throws back his head, a rumble coming from deep in his chest.

Kingston completes his brand and sinks his teeth in my skin. When he is satisfied, he watches us. I cut off my fire briefly before turning to him, pulling him close, aiming for the crook of his neck. Their emotions tumble from them to me, filling me with all the love they feel for me. The bond snaps into place, forever connecting us, and only death will separate us.

My dragon calms, glorying in her mates she will soon fly with. I hear their roars in my head, ringing with mine.

I drop to the bed, and the guys press their heads to mine. The air stills, but the occasional crack sounds above us. Our fire recedes, always there but silent for the moment. I cup their jaws and breathe in the mating bond and the presence of peace within us. They feel like home. My life has been waiting for this moment. All my years of loneliness are gone. We are taught about the bond, the procedure, the facts, but until you feel the effects, you have no idea what it really means. Their souls are connected to mine, as are their emotions and memories.

Dragons can share images in our minds with our mates, and Maverick’s are short quick bursts of what we just shared. Kingston’s are longer, drawn out.

“You need to stop, Kingston,” I whisper. “You’re going to turn me on again.”

He chuckles. “Prepare yourself,” he says, and I grin.

“Okay.” What can I do?

“I love you, Firefly,” he says softly.

“I love you, too.” I turn my head and kiss him quickly before turning to Mav. “I love you.” I kiss him.

“Baby, there needs to be another word for what we feel for you,” he says, and my heart contracts.

“Wow,” I breathe, and he smirks.

“I’m surprised the bed held,” King says dryly.

“Magic,” I say.

“Your love is the magic,” King says. “I feel how pure it is.” He holds his palm over his heart. “I never knew how whole I could feel.”

I sigh. “Seriously, you have to stop with the words,” I tease.

“Sorry, baby,” Mav says. “That’s not going to happen.” He slides his hand over my waist, pulling until I’m pressed to his chest.

“Perhaps I could get used to it,” I say, and his head descends. Yes, it won’t be a hardship to let my mates seduce with their words.

As the heat from King moves close to my back, I fall into the love and the bond of my wild dragon mates.