Page 123 of The Dragon Queen Complete Series Collection

Chapter 122

I craved the kisses of all of my men like air, but when Draven kissed me there was a whole other element to it. A desperate thing that involved lots of teeth and tongue. Finally, I drew back. Brom pushed forward, cupping my jaw in his hands and kissing me just as passionately, though in a much slower, more considered way. Draven was the waves crashing on the cliffs, and Brom was the stone, inexorable. And me? I was the light on the waves, or so I felt, flickering, flickering as I kissed one man, then another.

“I’m not going to be the only one standing here naked,” I told them between hoarse panting breaths. I reached for their clothes, pulling at the fabric until they laughed and took over, peeling off clothes and toeing off boots. At the sight of them revealed, together, I backed away, taking one step, then another until the backs of my legs hit the edge of Draven’s bed.

They were so bloody beautiful.

It hurt my eyes to look at them, padding closer like a pair of big cats and with all of their arrogance. They noted my stricken attention, taking it as their due, then scooping me up and laying me across the bed. They followed me down, each taking position on either side of me, just as they had in the saddle.

“Give me that impudent mouth,” Draven demanded, hand under my chin. “I’ve been dreaming of it for so bloody long.”

“Draven…” We both turned at Brom’s low rumble, but it was me my husband looked at, not his friend or lover. “Are you sure about this, Pippin? It’ll be different to what happens with the rest of the wing.”

“What happens with the rest of the wing? Do tell.”

Brom just ignored him, leaning down and kissing me gently.

“We don’t have to do anything here.”

Draven’s arms wrapped around me tugging me up tight against his body.

“Brom, you’re not taking Pippin from me tonight,” he snapped. “You’re not.”

“I will.” My husband stared steadily over my shoulder at the man beyond. “I’ll take her so far away you’ll never see her again, if that’s what she wants.” Some of the heat left Brom’s eyes and then he sighed. “I love her, Draven.”

“I know, I?—”

“More than anything or anyone else I’ve ever met.” That was a simple enough cliche to describe your partner, but those words had a heavy weight to them here. “If Pippin isn’t comfortable, I’ll take her out of here, at any point in the night.” His attention shifted to me. “You feel out of your depth or this is too much, you say no, and it's done. I’ll make sure of it.”

Brom wanted this with me, with Draven, you could see it in every line of his body, in the hard strain of his cock, but he’d turn his back on all of it if I asked and that was all I needed to know. I pulled away from Draven, his hands reluctant to let me go. As I straddled my man, staring down at him, unable to stop looking at the way Brom’s hair fanned out across the pillow, my fingers reaching out to scratch through his beard, I told him my truth.

“I love you, you know,” I said as he took my hand and kissed the palm.

“Do I?” He shot me a lazy grin. “I don’t think I hear it anywhere near enough.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

We collapsed into giggles as I kissed his face over and over until he pulled me close and held me there. And then I learned how jealousy was an indiscriminate blade, willing to slice into anyone. When I rolled over, Draven watched us with a look of such terrible longing that I wasn’t surprised to see his hands balled in fists, held at his sides so as not to grab for us.

“You don’t know who you want more,” I said, on a whim, testing the prince again.

“You assume it's more one than the other,” was his response. And then Draven launched himself at us. I was pressed tight to Brom’s chest as Draven devoured my mouth, forcing my lips wider, his tongue deeper, as though he wanted to climb inside me or swallow me whole. When, finally, we pulled back, both panting with bee stung lips, his focus shifted.

To Brom.

Draven paused, and that sent a flush of pleasure through me. He waited for me to show my approval, and I gave a tiny nod in recognition. And then I saw how different their kiss was from the one between Marcus and his lad.

These two men were equals, even if rank decided otherwise, and they reached for each other with a kind of familiarity I couldn’t achieve, before each claiming the other’s mouth as theirs. They were hard, harder with each other than they were with me, as if with another man they didn’t need to be careful. I don’t know if I wanted to be a recipient of that kind of ferocity, but it was a pleasure to watch. It was like a part of a glacier shearing off and sinking into the sea, the jaws of a wolf snapping down on a rabbit’s neck. It was beautiful and terrible. And when they pulled away, they smiled at my fascination.

“So will you—?” I started to say.

“No more than this tonight,” Draven said. “Well, between me and Brom. He’s right?—”

“I often am,” Brom retorted.

“If this is to work, then we need to take it slowly.”

I snorted. “You didn’t with me.”

Both of them reached an arm up to pull me down into the space between them, their bodies rolling over to trap mine.

“No.” Draven’s finger traced one of the curls Eloise had left in my hair. “I don’t suppose I did. But you are such a tender little morsel, you can hardly blame the wolves for falling on you.”

And I didn’t. Their lips landed on my skin in tandem, leaving a searing trail each time. One down the sensitive slope of my neck, his knee pushing between my thighs to separate them. And the other? His mouth burned its way down the slope of my breast until I pulled in a breath at the feel of his tongue flicking over the tight bead of my nipple.

“Tell me she’s always this sensitive,” Draven asked Brom. “Or don’t. Tell me it's just for me.”

Brom’s hands slid under my breasts, and it felt like he was making an offering of me to the prince.

“It’s just for us,” he promised.

“Of course I bloody am,” I growled, reaching over and pulling Draven’s head back down, his mouth finding my nipple obediently, then sucking hard on it. My back arched at the sudden stab of pleasure. “I was untouched before I met you lot.”

“Were you?” Draven pulled free despite my urgings, but his hands slid down to between my legs, playing with the slick flesh there. “No man has ever touched what belongs to us? Why the hell is that so bloody arousing?”

“Because she knew she was ours,” Brom insisted, with the ridiculous logic of lovers. “Some part of her knew. Now.” He reached over and pushed Draven’s head down. “Lick my wife’s cunt and get her all wet for me, because if I don’t sink my cock in her soon, I’m fairly sure I might burst.”

“You think you married a good man,” Draven told me, even as he moved to obey. “But he’s really a bossy prick.”

“You would kn—” My sharp retort was cut off the moment Draven pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee.

“Yes, milady, you were saying?”

Draven’s voice was arch and full of amusement, but his groan quickly followed mine as he kissed his way higher. Brom pressed his mouth to my neck as his hands covered my breast, my pearl throbbing with each tug of my nipples as his hands worked. Then Draven’s tongue flicked out, sliding between my folds and noisily collecting every drop of me, before fastening his lips around my pearl.

“Gods…”

The whole day had been one surprise after another, but none of them had more impact than this. They were right, the two of them did work well together. One of Brom’s hands slid under my bottom to press two fingers into my aching entrance. That combination of soft flickering tongue and the insistent stretch of Brom’s fingers drove me out of my mind. But it was my husband’s constant stream of praise, telling me in earthy terms how wet my cunt was, how hot and slick, how beautiful I was and, when he tilted my head to face him, how much he loved me. When my peak arrived, it was like the sun when it rose, slowly, slowly staining the night sky pink, then glowing brighter and brighter until you were forced to look away or go blind from the radiance.

Brom pulled his fingers free, licking them clean as he listened to my little whimpers, then moved me until I was on my hands and knees between them.

“You’ve cursed me so many times with this mouth,” Draven said, kneeling before me. His fingers traced the line of my jaw as he pushed his cock down. “Time to put it to a much better use.”

“One that will drive you half mad.” My retort came out choked and hoarse as Brom pushed inside me. We hadn’t done this enough times for me to be truly used to it, so the feel of him? It provoked a full body shiver, my spine lengthening as I pushed back towards him, then swallowed Draven’s cock.

“Gods’ fucking balls…” the prince growled, his hand rubbing over my scalp as if encouraging me to take more. Brom’s slow, steady thrusts set every tender nerve alight, my thighs widening to take more of him, but also pushed me down on Draven so hard I was forced to splutter. “Not so far,” Draven said. Yet why did he let out a deep hiss of pleasure each time I did?

Sex had always been presented to me as something men did to women, sometimes whether they wanted it or not, but this revealed a whole other truth to me. Sometimes it was two or more people coming together in ways impossible to replicate outside of the bed. Their pleasure, mine, all grew at a pace with each other, each one of us adjusting the way we moved to suit the others. We became a self-replicating loop, pleasure begetting pleasure, rocking harder, faster, reaching for something beyond each one of us, bigger than the sum of our parts.

And we found it.

My scream of joy was muffled by Draven’s cock, his own deep groans following quickly behind. My body clamped down on Brom, resulting in a roar from him, his cum jetting inside me, right as Draven’s did into my mouth.

“Swallow me,” Draven commanded. “Swallow every drop. The only way I can get through today is with the knowledge that part of me is deep inside you, claiming you in all the ways I dare not do outside this room.”

I did, the harsh salty taste a fitting one for him, for the pain in his voice and in all of our hearts, momentarily pushed aside when we collapsed down on the bed.

“I’ll notify the general in the morning that the two of you aren’t feeling well,” Draven said as he wiped away my tears and kissed my forehead. “Because I can’t bring myself to let you rest tonight. You can sleep the day away while I spend mine mincing after Beatrice. Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me.”

That was the most starkly honest thing Draven had ever said, and the need was naked in his voice. He kept it all locked down inside him, never reaching out, not daring to in that hell hole of a palace. So I told myself it was mercy that had me pulling away from Brom and straddling his prince. And when I did, Draven’s smile was one of pleasure for once.

“We always will, won’t we?” I let my fingers trail down his collarbone, tracing the taut planes of his chest. “That’s what you tried to warn me of, Brom. He’s the rambling rose that smells so sweet.” My nails dug into Draven’s chest to the sound of his hiss. “That secretly sinks his thorns into you, deeper each time you try to get away.”

“I think she has you all figured out,” Brom said.

“So that’s what I am to the two of you?” Draven’s tone was jesting and yet there was an edge to it. “A noxious vine that strangles the lot of you?” He pulled my hands away and pressed a kiss to both of them. “I’m not sure I can argue against that.” He stared at Brom, then me, holding my gaze as I started to move against him, just tiny circles of my hips. “I won’t let you go, either of you. I should if I truly cared for you, but I am a selfish man, I’ll warn you of that.”

I reached down between our bodies, finding him still half hard and getting harder by the minute. His mouth fell open as I rubbed his cock against me, my body slick with his friend’s, his lover’s cum.

“Show me how selfish you can be, my prince.”