Page 113 of The Dragon Queen Complete Series Collection

Chapter 112

“Ged, I need you.”

They had teased me from one height to the next, flushing my body with pleasure and then provoking more, but I was done being ministered to. Why had I called out to Ged and not one of the others? I didn’t know. I felt guided by some instinct that he was the one I needed right now. I rolled to my knees, pushing him back until he was sitting on the mattress and then I straddled his hips.

“Well, far be it from me to say no… Gods in heaven.”

That hushed prayer, as I grasped the root of his cock and then sank down on it, was everything I needed to hear. Perhaps that was why I chose him, because of all of the wing, he was the one most likely to give me an unguarded response. His expression matched mine, flushed with pleasure and equally shocked at the intensity of it. But human beings are rarely able to accept what they have, always reaching for more and, as I shifted my hips, I did just that, sliding up, up, until he was almost free of me. He slapped his hands down on my buttocks to yank me right back down. My forehead pressed against his, our panted breaths mingling as we felt that percussive blow resonate through us. I went back for more, more, needing him harder, deeper in my body and I gasped the words out.

“Need me, love?” He smiled, his face radiant. “That’s why I’ll always love you, my Pippin. You need us just as much as we need you. Welded together, we are, by the ferocity of it.” His eyes widened as my body began to tighten around him, the harsh thrust of his cock feeling like it awakened something inside me. “Thank the gods that you need me, want me, just like I do you.”

I needed to tell him just how I felt, even as my chest tightened and my mouth went dry, as if the words would scald me as they rushed out. But the force of my climax swept me up first and perhaps that was good and right. We would have time after this, long lazy nights to confess how we felt in harshly whispered words. I could feel that, just as my body erupted, clamping down around him, forcing his strokes to stutter then stop as he followed me over that cliff.

“Well, that happened all too fast…” Ged groaned, kissing me slowly, gently now, as the last vestiges of pleasure washed through us. As I felt like I was getting my equilibrium back, his hand slid down between us, teasing gently at my pearl, stroking more softly when I hissed at how sensitive I was.

“Must be why she reached for you first. A quick entree before the main event.” We turned our heads to see Flynn smirking at the two of us, something that grew broader as Ged let out a growl of frustration.

“Sounds like the lordlings’ son has something to prove to you, lass.” Ged reached up and brought my mouth down to his for the sweetest of kisses, a rush of emotion flaring brighter as we did, still burning there when we finally pulled away. There was almost an air of disappointment about the way Ged pulled me free of him, his hands lingering and possessive, as if he’d rather keep me all to himself. So I felt his sacrifice keenly as he helped me turn around and move over to his wingmate. “Give our Pippin everything you’ve got, rich boy. Don’t let her settle for less.”

“As if I could.” All amusement was gone from Flynn’s face as he laid me down beside him, then trailed his hands across my body with teasing, glancing touches. “Damn me, but I can’t hold a thing back.”

“Show me.”

There was an unaccustomed boldness in my voice, in the way I pushed him onto his back and clambered over his body, dropping lower and lower as I ran kisses along his flesh.

“Gods, love, you needn’t?—”

Flynn’s body showed the intensity of his response. As words failed him, his hips arched up and off the bed as I took his length into my mouth, my tongue flicking like a snake’s around his swollen shaft. His hands slapped down on my head, moving to cradle it rather than force it down, so gentle as I strove to please him, and I kept sucking until his cock grew diamond hard. He would only tolerate that for so long, pulling me off him to lay me down on the mattress with no more effort than one might pick up a doll, before covering his body with mine.

“Hook your leg up around my hip.” I followed his orders as quickly as if he was my commanding officer and he took the ground ceded, thrusting himself inside me. We both gasped at the feeling as his cock sank into me with ease. “Need you as open as possible, love. Need to delve as deep as I can.”

And I felt it, the nudge of him against some kind of barrier inside me, as he gave me everything I could take.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you?—”

“No!” I gripped his shoulders, not letting him pull back. “No, Flynn, just like this.”

I bucked up against every stroke, the curve of his cock angling to rub against that damn spot Draven had awakened. It made the pleasure so much more intense, made me come much more readily. It was as if the prince had unlocked a final part of me, and that just intensified my emotions. Tears pricked at my eyes as I stared up into Flynn’s, seeing an answering gleam in his as he moved. It felt like he rocked me slowly, surely forward, ever forward, closer to the edge of a precipice I couldn’t help but want to fall off.

When I came this time, the pleasure was different. It was as though sensation prickled along my skin, swirling all over my body then spearing through me, pressure building in a great rush, swelling, swelling and then overwhelming me, leaving me a gasping mess.

“That’s it, that’s it, lass,” he crooned, his voice ragged with the effort to stay in control. “Take it all, every bit of it, every drop.” Then, right as I felt like the pleasure was beginning to taper off, it came roaring back, twice as intense.

Flynn couldn’t hold his control, letting out a long groan as he joined me, ensuring I felt every burst of his seed shooting deep inside me.

“See.” Ged flopped down beside us, a sleepy grin on his face. “You can no more hold out on her than the rest of us. That feeling of driving inside our Pippin is too sweet to resist.” But despite his body being sated, or perhaps because of it, he reached over and kissed me sweetly. “Women are far more resilient than us poor men. They can rise again and again without a break.” His focus shifted to Soren. “Ready to do your duty, Drill Sergeant?”

“Duty…” The man scoffed at that, but moved closer, drawing me from Flynn’s embrace and into his, setting me across his bare thighs. “Now, how are you, lass? You’re not too sore? Because?—”

I cut him off with a kiss. I knew he would always wear his responsibilities heavily and that he’d made me one of them, but in this moment, I didn’t need the drill sergeant, I wanted the man. My hands sank into his hair, pulling the length of it free from the leather strip he’d bound it back with. The ends of his long hair whispered over my breasts, sending a shiver through me, and I reached for his lips with mine, glorying in how he groaned as I kissed him.

“Trust me to know my limits,” I panted, between kisses.

“Of course, but?—”

“No buts.” We stared at each other. “I know what I need.” I kissed him again, harder, deeper. Then a time or two more slowly, before I reminded him, “And so do you.”

“Gods, yes. Pippin…”

My name was a prayer to the gods themselves, invoked over and over between kisses until no more words were needed. I reached down between us where his cock was hard and ready for me. Rising up on my knees, I pulled him to me, then thrust down hard, taking him deep. Soren hissed, and I smiled at being able to affect his control, before dragging a groan from him as I squeezed around the length of him. Then he moved his fingers, finding my pearl and rolling it lightly between his fingertips, so the hood slid back and forth over the oversensitive tip in a very distracting way.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes, just like that.”

He felt like he was made of granite, this man of mine, massive, strong and able to take everything I had to give, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and began to move. He moved an arm to encircle my waist, helping me make each thrust. But I wanted more. I craved his loss of restraint, the moment when his kisses would grow sloppy and desperate, when his fingers would dig deep into my flesh without concern for whether I might bruise. There was a violence inside him that was only unleashed on occasion. When he shoved me back down on the mattress, I knew I’d unlocked it.

“Look at you, perfect girl,” he rasped out, thrusting harder and harder with an aggressive edge I craved from him. Soren was a wolf let out of its cage, running free. His body crashed into mine and with each percussive thrust, pleasure bloomed from deep within me, heady and dark. “ My perfect girl.”

I’d had so many days where I felt that I didn’t measure up as a woman—too tall, too spare, too boyish—but there was none of that with him. We joined together like two puzzle pieces, not just our physical parts but the deepest, most essential parts of our selves. I mumbled his name, cried out pleas and imprecations to give me more, more, until finally he did, pushing us both up towards the height of our passion. And as he looked down at me, his expression softened, becoming entirely vulnerable and sweet, letting me see the man within, the one usually hidden behind his dour exterior.

“Pippin…”

Love, that’s what this was. It was hard for me to see it, feel it, because I’d been deprived of it for so long. But now? I felt like I had all I could take and more besides, the pleasure I felt rushing through my body paling in comparison to that which blossomed in my heart.

“Oh Pippin…”

He stroked my face, transfixed by me as we both came apart, and the only sign his body was erupting in the slight shiver down his spine in time with each pulse. I was full now, complete.

Well, almost.

Soren collapsed down beside me, holding me close so I heard the thunder of his heart. For a while, I stayed there, surrounded by the warmth of his arms and his love. Eventually, though, I tilted my head backwards to meet Brom’s eyes, trying to determine his thoughts. I turned towards him, breaking out of Soren’s embrace.

“How must you…?” Soren let me go, regretfully, but he seemed to sense what I did, that this needed to be raised, so he continued with his question to Brom. “How do you feel, watching your wife disport herself so with your wing mates?”

Brom pulled me close, stroking soothing hands down my spine.

“If Pippin was mine, and mine alone, and we had promised to be only with each other, it might break my heart,” he replied, noting my rapid intake of breath with a nod. “But when I walked into that chapel, I knew.” He cradled my face in his hands. “You are not my wife, but ours .” He turned me around to face the other men. “They each own a piece of your heart, just as you own theirs, and the only way any of us will be happy is if we’re together.”

His lips brushed against my neck, the prickle of his beard making me shiver.

“You can do that, can’t you, Pippin? Let all of these desperate, wanting men into the safe haven of your heart, just as you have ours.”

“Yes.” I didn’t even need to think through my response, because his words had articulated something we’d all felt but not dared to say. “Gods, yes.”

Brom lifted my hand, the one that wore his ring, and brushed his thumb over it. “Five leaves,” he said, drawing my attention to the setting. “You might not be able to wear every man’s ring, but I chose it deliberately so this one ring represents the bond to each one of us.”

My breath caught in my chest, tears pricking at my eyes, and Flynn moved forward.

“We’ll buy you all the jewels you want, if this one doesn’t work for you.”

“No!” I said, wiping away my tears as they fell, but more came and all I could do was just smile through them. “No. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

I didn’t bother to identify who I meant, because they all knew: it was each and every one of them. And as my body settled against Brom’s, I felt the truth of that, bone deep. I felt everything go loose as I relished the peace, the contentment, in simply being held.

“C’mon cadet,” Ged said with a rakish grin. “You’ve got one more man to satisfy. No one said it wouldn’t be hard work having four mates… four husbands,” he corrected himself.

But he didn’t need to remind me. My head tilted so that my lips could find Brom’s, and he took what I offered and more. His hands moved across my body, shaping it, possessing it until, finally, he laid me down on the bed. I reached my hand towards his face and he tilted his head to meet the curve of my palm and he smiled tenderly down at me: the wing commander gone, the noble-born son of Lord and Lady Emberly nowhere in sight. As he leaned over me, as his body slotted into mine, there was only Brom: my man, my lover, my husband.

One of five.