Page 134 of The Dragon Queen Complete Series Collection
Chapter 133
We slid onto the bed, no longer two different groups. Now we were moving towards becoming a whole. My men had removed my clothes and theirs so that, when Draven looked back to watch our approach, he smiled.
“Gods, come here, woman,” he growled. “The others have had all of their kisses and most of mine and I need to catch up.” I glanced at Flynn, Soren and Ged and they nodded, lying back to watch me move. I crawled forward on my hands and knees and Draven watched my every movement, his brows creasing slightly as Brom kissed his way down his prince’s body.
“What’s he doing to you?” I asked, my voice not sounding like my own. There was something arch, confident in it. Queenly, even.
“Kiss me first,” Draven rasped, reaching up to tug my head down, but I resisted. He stared at me for a second and then closed his eyes, his body shifting restlessly on the bed. “He’s taking his sweet time getting to my cock.”
“You always want to rush things,” Brom said.
“And I’ve needed to feel your mouth on my cock every day since my brother’s death.”
That admission, naked and raw, seemed to still Brom and I, and our eyes met for just a moment.
“And you’ve needed the same?” I asked Brom.
“Pippin–” I could see that Brom was going to try and reassure me, make declarations, but they were the wrong ones.
“This is new. I’m not like Ada–”
“Thank the gods,” the two of them muttered.
“I need to learn… whatever it is you have. You love me.” They answered passionately, intently, but I forged on. “And you love each other. Show me that love.”
“Are you ready for that?” Draven asked Brom, grabbing a handful of his hair and pushing him down lower. “Enough playing. Suck my cock deep, Brom.”
But Brom resisted, holding the prince off to meet my eyes, staring into them, mutely checking to see for himself whether I was alright with this, and he didn’t move until I nodded. When Brom relented, they both groaned the moment his lips parted and his tongue flicked over the swollen head of Draven’s cock.
“I think you quite like this.” My eyes jerked back to see Flynn had shuffled forward to cradle my body against his. I leaned into him gladly, and his hand slid down over my stomach and then between my legs. “Fuck, you’re so bloody wet.”
Draven’s attention was torn away from Brom and back to me, his brows creased in a terrible expression of pleasure, right as Flynn pulled his fingers free to show him. But displaying the sign of my arousal was not a priority for Flynn and he went back for more, intent on winding me tighter still.
He had no trouble achieving that. When his fingers pushed inside, I had a sense of diving into and out of the pleasure that was all around me. I almost felt like Brom’s mouth around Draven’s cock, like I was the prince, my husband, even Flynn himself, the experience welding us closer. Draven’s hips pulsed in time with Brom’s bobbing head, and Flynn’s fingers moved at the exact same pace, forcing me to move the same. The others shifted closer. Hands plucked at my nipples, then a hand tilted my head sideways, followed by presenting a cock for me to suck. I glanced back at Brom, watching him move faster, harder, pushing the prince to his limits before he pulled free, leaving the prince’s cock to jerk desperately in the cool air.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Draven growled, but Brom just rose above him, hand sliding up and down his hard cock before he smirked down at the prince. “You are not king in here.” He tilted his head to one side. “And you never will be if this is to work. Turn around. On your hands and knees, rider, and throw me the bottle of oil you no doubt have stored in your bedside table for just this purpose.”
Ged brushed his cock against my lips, but I was too absorbed in watching what was about to happen, not understanding it.
“Now this could be educational,” Flynn said, reminding me of other times he’d offered to teach me things. He stared at me, eyes burning bright in the low light. “If you could master this, you could take two of us at the one time.”
“Flynn–” Soren growled.
“You want to protect Pippin,” Flynn shot back, “but you will never stop her from taking her pleasures where she finds them. Whether she sits on the throne at Draven’s side or not, she will always be our queen.”
Draven wanted to say something about that, was ready to tell us just how it would be and perhaps that’s why Brom was rough with him. He slammed a hand to the back of the prince’s neck, pressing his head down into the bed as my husband slicked his cock with oil and then pushed himself inside his lover.
I scrambled closer, watching with what may have seemed undue curiosity, but what they were doing was something I had never heard anyone speak of. Brom’s cock disappeared slowly into Draven’s arse, the prince panting out sounds that weren’t entirely from pleasure.
“Is he hurting him?” My eyes flicked from Brom to Draven and back again.
“It can hurt a bit,” Flynn admitted, “but keep watching.”
Draven sighed when Brom had pressed in as far as he could go, his eyes glassy, his mouth wide.
But not for long.
“Pippin…” Draven gasped, gesturing me closer.
I moved warily, but he wasn’t going to accept that. He pushed himself up off the bed so that, when I was close, he pulled me to fit under him, so that he was now sandwiched between Brom and I.
“Pippin, tell me you’re ready. Tell me I can have you.”
I wanted to scream at him: that he did in every way that mattered. And if there were some ways in which he didn’t have me? They didn’t matter. But I didn’t; I couldn’t. We were trying to build something here, something that was fragile and new, and I wasn’t going to be the one to break it. So when he kissed me, his hands sliding between my thighs and stroking my pearl hard and fast, making the fire spark to life, when he moved me so I was laying directly under him, when he pushed himself inside me, we did exactly as Tanis had instructed.
Connected.
Their pleasure was mine, Brom thrusting into Draven, pushing him deeper into me, my own cries mingling with theirs as the pace picked up, a terrible burn raging inside me. I didn’t care about anything else. All I could comprehend was me, them, all of us. So when Ged crawled closer to kneel beside me and tilt my head back, I opened my mouth for him, the sounds of my moans vibrating all the way down his cock. Hands slid over me, stroking, petting, wringing more and more pleasure until I just couldn’t cope anymore, my whole body tightening.
“Fuck, Pippin…” Draven groaned, emptying himself inside me the moment my body clamped down around him and the waves of pleasure washed through me.
Draven collapsed down onto the bed. Brom followed him down, but as he drew the prince closer, he watched me in turn.
“You’re a finer thing than any man,” Flynn said, smoothing his hand over my stomach. “Able to bear pain in childbed that no man could stand. And in love?” His brow creased slightly. “You can take your pleasure and then reach for more.”
“Like I will now?”
It was then I could see how this might work. I heard low murmurings between Draven and Brom, the two no doubt sharing a moment, right as I was now. I drew Flynn closer, watching his body stretch, stretch to reach mine, our mouths barely touching before he got sick of that, drawing me closer. I was set down on my hands and knees, just as Draven had been and I wondered then if he felt the same thrill. As Ged shifted closer, his cock still glistening with my saliva, Flynn’s fingers played through my still sensitive folds.
“And how are you feeling, my queen.” My head tilted to one side, forcing Ged to curse as I looked up at Soren.
“Old man, if you get in the way–” Ged started to curse.
“Pippin could’ve been poisoned this morning,” Soren snapped. “Glimmer was. She wrangled with that bastard, Marcus, then raised a blade to the queen herself. My heart was in my fucking throat when Zafira rose–”
God, he was the voice of reason right now, but I didn’t want that, not in this moment. All the events of the day were clamouring on the edge of my attention, screaming for me to look at them, but I didn’t want too yet.
“But I’m fine now.” My hand slid down Ged’s hip, and he let out a hiss as I touched his swollen length. “Better than fine. Let’s just have this now, Soren, please.”
It was the little plea at the end that seemed to impact my lover, and Soren moved forward to tilt my chin up until I was forced to stare into his eyes.
“After a battle, a soldier often drinks and fucks to forget the horrors of what went on. Is that what this is, Pippin?”
“I…” My reply died in my throat as I frowned, less sure of my answer as the seconds ticked by.
“Others do so to grab life with two hands, when so many others have lost theirs.”
“Stop over-analysing–” Ged started to say but Soren shot him a look.
“Pippin is everything and I want her to have exactly what she wants.” Soren turned back to me. “So which is it?”
“I…” Flynn’s clever fingers moved faster, seeming determined to distract me.
“Tell Soren your answer or I stop,” Flynn said, pushing two fingers inside me, my body lighting up at that stretch.
“I… want to take.” I didn’t even know what that meant, but I stumbled on. “I want to… feel. I want to be here, now, with all of you. Gods…” Flynn’s finger slid over my pearl, teasing the hood so distractedly. “I don’t want to see Beatrice, Raina, Zafira, any of them, not right now.” My eyes flicked open and I stared at them desperately, even Draven and Brom. They all moved their focus, coming closer to bear witness to my stammered out confession. “I just want this, us… We’ve all been longing for this for so long and I just want to feel like I have everything I need for once.”
“That’s my girl.” Soren stroked his hand down my cheek and I leaned into his caress, his sweet comment, right before he snapped back to attention. “Flynn’s going to get you very, very close to where you want to be.”
“Damn right,” came the man’s reply.
“And then he’s going to shove himself inside you, just like he’s been dying to all day.”
“I like this plan. Why don’t you have good ones like this all the time?”
“And Ged will feed you his cock and you will be full of your men.”
“Oh…” I gasped out, my body clenching around Flynn’s fingers. “Yes…”
“And I will touch you and tease you and bring you to the edge, over and over, but you can’t go over, Pippin.”
“What?” one of the others said.
“Why?” I asked Soren.
“You need to hold off, right to the last minute,” Soren told me, his caress as gentle as his eyes were dark, hard, sensual. “You give control of this to me and the end result will be far more explosive than anything any of you have felt, I promise.”
“Soren…”
“You want oblivion, enough pleasure to drown in, to drive everything else out, and I can give it to you, love, if you give me control.”
He wouldn’t take it, ever. I’d always have to hand him the reins, but once he had them? Those dark eyes promised pleasure, so much pleasure, and damn me if I didn’t want to reach for that. When I nodded, he smiled, then his attention turned to Ged and Flynn.
“You’ll hold off too.”
“For you?” Ged spluttered.
“For Pippin.” A strange quiet fell over the room, broken only by the sound of the two men moving closer. I gasped as I felt the swollen head of Flynn’s cock replace his fingers, then Ged reached down, smoothing his hand over my throat and then easing his length past my lips and as far down my throat as I’d taken before now. “Make it good, make it hard, but most importantly, make it last. Get her close and when she starts to squirm again, back off until she can take it hard again.” I glanced up at Soren, my eyes half closed, my tongue sliding along Ged’s shaft. “Do that at least three times.”
“Fuck, I’d rather run laps again,” Ged groaned.
“You’ll do that if you fail,” Soren promised.
We did as he asked. Of course, we did. They waited until the muffled sounds of my pleasure grew higher and more desperate, then they pulled away with a groan, curses filling the air, my own joining them. But they did as they were told, pressing into me, filling me, teasing my sensitive flesh until I was crying out again, only to pull away again. By the time the third time came, Soren watched me with a curious gleam in his eye, one part vicious pride, one part love and I felt like I was glowing under that attention, in being the focus of all their attention.
“Get Pippin there,” he barked then. “Get her off hard enough that she sees stars and then see to yourselves.”
Every time I’d reached my peak with one or more of them, it felt exactly as he described, but this was something else. He was a master at this, forcing us to transmute all the desperate energy of our return to the keep into what passed between us, then allowed us to expend it all explosively in one beautiful rush. My whole body felt like it prickled, every nerve ending coming alive, the world feeling like it swirled around us, the air caressing my skin as Ged and Flynn muttered terrible, beautiful things right up until the point I came.
My scream cut through the air as Ged jerked himself free, his seed splattering all over my breasts, in time with the desperate pulses of my body.
“Fuck… Fuck…!” Flynn hissed, right before slumping down on top of me. He pinned me to the bed and I craved the heavy weight of him, because it felt like it was the only thing stopping me from flying away.
I was empty, wrung out, and all thoughts and feelings washed away, each man flopping down around me. My eyes fell shut because it felt like I didn’t have the energy to keep them open.
“Now that was compelling.” I opened my eyes a crack at Draven’s voice, to see him leaning over, his fingers slipping through the mess left between my legs. “We could try that again, torment our poor queen by bringing her close to the edge over and over and refusing to let her go, not until we’re ready.” His smile was cruel but it didn’t frighten me now, not like before. “Imagine the pleasures we could force you to endure.” His smile widened. “That’s the way it will be now, my love. Just one terrible pleasure after another until you beg us to stop.”
He had to ruin it, didn’t he? Not with his sharp smile and sharper words. I knew mating with Draven would be like carrying a pet scorpion around in my pocket. We might be tied as tight as two people could be, but he’d still find himself stinging me one time or another. But right as I had been ready to let go of everything, he had to remind me of what was to come. And thinking of the future was exactly what I as trying to avoid tonight.
And for good reason.
We slept tangled up in each other, not wanting to let go, even as we rested. My face was pressed into Draven’s chest, the sound of his heart reassuring, even as dreams pulled me deeper. I was in the darkness now, but it wasn’t silent. I could hear the chirp of crickets, feel the cool dew as it seeped into my boots as me and my fellows crouched in the bushes.
The dukes had all departed the city, going back to the seats of power on dragonback and waiting there until called. Draven needed to stand on his own two feet, show he wasn’t anyone’s puppet and while he and the general had apparently worked hard to eject the Harlstonian troops garrisoned within Wyrmpeak, each duke waited, gathering their nobles, their generals and their families around them to see how the chips fell.
They shouldn’t have.
Men crawled through the undergrowth, getting closer and closer to not one, not two, but three different ducal estates, under the dark of the moon. They were shadowy shapes, moving like shades right up until they reached the gates. Some sliced the throats of the guards on duty, others slipped into entrances left unlocked by secret allies that lurked within the dukes’ ranks, but proceed they all did, to achieve their mission.
I shifted on my plush bed, the scent of my mates in my nose half settling me as I tossed and turned. My sleeping body tensed as if it was my bed the assassins approached. But when each man loomed over the sleeping forms of the Duke and Duchess of Skane, of Tharfield, and Cantlyn, my breath sucked in and I shot straight up in bed.
“Pippin…”
Draven’s voice was drowsy with sleep, but it didn’t stop the visions from coming, and I knew Glimmer saw just what I did. We both stared out into the darkness around us, catching the moment when knives shone for just a second, before being stabbed down into their sleeping victims.
“Blood…” I gasped. “So much blood! They’re killing them, all of them!”
Not just the dukes and duchesses of all three duchies, but their sons and their wives, their children too and worse than that. When the Duke of Skane’s life blood bubbled past his lips, he stared his attacker down and mumbled, “Brother…” right before he bled out.
“No,” I said, shrinking back into the bed. “No, no, no…!”
“Pippin. It’s over. It’s all over,” Soren crooned, pulling me close. “It’s just a nightmare. Shh… shh…, it's just a nightmare.”
And if was, it wasn’t one I could wake up from.