Page 22 of The Dragon Queen (Ember: Queen Of Dragons #6)

EMBER

In a rush of dark, lush need, I succumb.

Only that's not right. I'm accepting all my mates' influence--the calm and the chaos, the patience and the rage. But I'm not submitting.

With a ferocity that startles even me, I draw my men in, basking in their mouths and hands, the warm press of skin on naked skin. I'm an active participant in ripping off the rest of their clothing, the black and purple fruit of my desire more than a match for the brilliant light of theirs.

In a mad scramble, I switch from kissing Jianyu to sucking a wet line down Rafe's throat. I stroke Storm's gorgeous cock and grind backward into Malik's. Overwhelmed by sensation, all I want is more, more, more. I let out a growl as the sharp need blinds me, ready to drop to the floor right now if it'll get them in me faster.

Brilliant tactician that he is, though, Jianyu leads us to the big, fluffy, luxurious bed on the other side of the suite.

And yes--Gods above, yes.

I land on my back, Rafe hovering over me, Jianyu kissing me, Storm sucking roughly at my breasts. I flail a hand out for Malik. My palm connects with his broad, hot, bare shoulder as he begins to move down my body.

I groan out loud when I realize where he's going.

Spreading my legs, I arch my back. His warm breath on my open sex sends crackles of need shooting from my fingertips to my toes.

"You like that, don't you?" Rafe rasps, filthy and delicious in my ear. He rubs his thick cock against my hip just as Malik parts me.

I nod furiously, my mouth too busy with Jianyu's to answer properly. My eyes roll back in my head at the slip of Malik's fingers along my slick, swollen outer lips. His nose nudges my clit as he dips his tongue just inside me. Storm's teeth tease my nipple, and everything is melting into pure pleasure. My connections to my mates glow in every color of the rainbow, black and purple sparks firing off behind my eyelids.

Malik replaces his tongue with two thick fingers. I'm so wet and ready, they slide inside without a bit of resistance. I clench down around them as he licks a broad stripe all up and down my gash. When he purses his lips around my clit, I choke on a sob, raking my nails down Jianyu's spine, curling my fingers in Storm's thick hair.

I want them all. Want the four of them fucking me in every possible position and combination, want them in my pussy and my mouth and my ass, in my hands and between my breasts.

I want this not to be the last time.

A pained whine gets muffled in my throat.

"Shh," Rafe whispers, his mouth wet against the point of my jaw. "It's okay, we got you--"

"I know," I babble. "I know."

I push away the reminder that we might not all live to see the day after tomorrow, but the specter of doom hangs in the air. Every sensation becomes more heightened, every touch more charged.

Rafe was right--faced with impossible odds, we can't give in. We have to live and fight, and Gods be damned, if this is the last time...

I'm going to make the most of it.

Arching into Malik's mouth and fingers, I turn from Jianyu to kiss Rafe before dragging Storm up for a hot, wet, fierce tangle of tongues, too.

Malik licks at me faster and faster, and I swear he invokes Water Dragon magic of the filthiest kind, because I go even slicker and wetter against his assault.

Before I know it, I'm approaching the desperate pinnacle of pleasure. I cry out, biting down on Storm's lip, and Rafe cups my breast, squeezing my nipple. Jianyu curls a hand around my thigh to spread me even wider, leaving me helpless to the ecstasy being wrung from my flesh, and just like that, I'm soaring off into oblivion.

My orgasm blinds me, reducing me to ash, only for me to become the phoenix and rise again.

"In me," I breathe, barely coming to my senses before wrapping my hand around the nearest cock I can find. It's Storm's, and yes, perfect, great. "Need you--"

"I don't think so, beloved."

Malik doesn't exactly shove the rest of my mates out of the way, but he doesn't exactly not do that, either. The possessiveness in his gaze is so fucking hot, I can scarcely stand it, but I hesitate.

"But--"

"I'll share nicely," he growls, grasping my concern at the same time that he grasps me by the hips and throws me over and onto my stomach.

A high whine escapes me, and I lift my hips, hauling myself to my hands and knees. I glance back over my shoulder and try not to lose hold of the last shred of a brain cell I had left when I'm met with the sight of him taking his huge, dark cock in hand and pumping it nice and slow.

I shudder, pulsing inside, painfully empty, but that doesn't stop me from being a smart aleck. "You have to admit, it hasn't been your strong suit in the past."

"Dude just made you come like a freight train," Rafe says, stroking his own cock. "I think he's earned the right to be a little handsy."

"What he said," Malik agrees, and with that, he lines himself up.

As possessive and handsy as he is, Malik is achingly tender as he presses forward. The fat head of his cock stretches me open, but I'm so slick, still pulsing with aftershocks, that I take him easily. My head drops as he pushes forward the last few impossible inches, and fuck, I love it when he mounts me like this. He's so deep and enormous, hitting all of the best places inside me.

He rocks back slowly, retreating only to thrust forward again to the hilt. I ease into his movements, meeting him halfway, goading him to fuck me faster and harder.

"Ember," he groans, "mate..." His hot hand grips my hip, pulling me back onto him. His balls slap against my flesh, and my breasts sway beneath me. Sweat gathers on my brow, and I preen, luxuriating in how good it feels, but it's not enough.

I lift my head, and there's Storm's cock again, right in front of me.

I look up into his beautiful, silver eyes and open my mouth.

"Baby." Storm cups the back of my head before sliding the crown of his cock along my tongue.

He tastes so good, dripping as he glides toward the back of my throat. I close my lips around him, and Malik fucks me harder. With every thrust into my cunt, I slide my mouth along Storm's shaft.

"That's it," Storm moans. "Always loved your mouth." He threads his fingers through my hair in a way that would be tender in just about any other scenario--somehow, maybe it still manages to be, even as I'm getting spit-roasted here on this bed.

My throat and pussy both make obscene, wet noises as I give myself over. If I'm going to die tomorrow, I'm damn well going to have the best freaking sex of my life right now. I rock between Storm and Malik faster and faster, until another bright spark of impending ecstasy gathers deep in the pit of my abdomen.

"Love watching you like this," Malik grits out, sliding a hand underneath me tweak my clit. "Love sharing you--"

And that's all I need to hear. I come, screaming around Storm's cock, my entire body contracting with pleasure. Malik swears and jackhammers into me so hard I need to pull off of Storm. I just manage to catch myself before I fall face-first into the bed.

Malik roars, and my eyes flutter as hot seed floods me.

But I don't have time to revel in my conquest. As soon as Malik is done, I'm already moving. I crawl forward, and his cock slips out, his come leaking down my thigh, but I don't care. I turn, reaching up for him. Malik catches me in his arms and kisses me rough and deep. My pussy is on fire, needing more and more and more.

"Go on." Malik releases me. "Let me watch the rest of them have you."

And yeah. Twist my arm.

The instant Malik lets go, Storm is grabbing me and hauling me onto him. I moan as I land astride his hips, his big cock caught between our bodies as he drags me into a delicious kiss.

"Love you," he rasps between kisses, his hands everywhere. He feels as desperate as I do, and it hits me that he's the one who's lost me before. I know what it's like to lose him, too, and the danger of what could happen tomorrow hits home in a whole new way.

"Love you," I echo, lifting myself up.

I sink down onto him with a whimper of pure relief. He's so thick and hard, wet with my spit, and I'm already dripping with my own arousal and Malik's release. I take him all the way to the base in one stroke that drives the air from my lungs, but he's there to give it back to me.

Still driven by the deep need to make the most of this night, I get my knees under me and ride him with everything I've got. Our breath mingles, our mouths more smashing together with every few strokes than properly kissing, but it's enough. His hands are everywhere, like he's memorizing me the way that I'm memorizing him. I hold onto his muscular shoulders, reveling in the solidity of him as I slam myself down, over and over and over.

"I always loved you," he grunts, staring deep into my eyes--and I knew that. From the very first moment we kissed, even with all of the Air Kingdom against us, I knew.

The entire dragon world is against us now, but this much hasn't changed.

I plunge headfirst into climax yet again, and he's right there with me, emptying himself into me, and I take it all in.

My thighs burn as my punishing rhythm finally slows, but I'm nowhere close to done. I blink my eyes open to find Jianyu and Rafe staring at me with pure, animal lust, and a part of me is ready for them to double-team me like the old days, but no.

Jianyu's patience is at its limit, and he drags me off of Storm and into his arms. I go so willingly, meeting his hot mouth with my own. It strikes me at last what's happening here. As much as I want to be consumed--as much as I'm aching to have them all inside of me at the same time--we each need our own moment of connection. A touchstone to come back to.

Just in case.

I close my eyes against the stinging in their corners, and push away all thoughts of what could happen to us all when we take on the Shadow King. I focus on the here, the now. The reason for the fight.

Jianyu and I kiss and kiss, and he's touching my face, my breasts, my hips--the achy, tender place between my legs where I'm a soaked mess, and where I still want more.

He touches my abdomen, and there's a pang that fires off deep in my chest.

But I'll have time to obsess about the look in his eyes as he caresses the place where I'm slowly growing round with our child--later.

All I can do is pray that I'll have time.

Together, we tumble down onto our sides, and from there it feels like nothing at all for me to hitch my leg over his hip. He holds me open, slipping his fingertips along my puffy lips. I'm raw inside, wet and achy, and I whine with need when he dips just past my entrance.

Sweeping his fingers away, I slide myself along the underside of his cock. We grind together for a moment, spreading all the slickness between my thighs along his flesh, and then I tilt at just the right angle.

He slides in with a groan, and I fling my head back. He feels so right inside of me--so perfect.

It isn't easy to move very much like this, but that's somehow just what I want. We glide our hips back and forth, his big hand supporting me and helping me to get the leverage I need. Kissing my throat, my ear, my jaw, he murmurs his love, and I soak it all in, grounded by his presence and the strength I feel, anchored to him like this.

For a moment, it feels like it could go on and on and on, but eventually, even he reaches a breaking point.

"Ember," he gasps.

The gravel in his voice reaches into the deepest parts of me, making me flex and squeeze. I shift my hips, and suddenly, I have the most delicious pressure against my clit every time we slide together, and I'm chasing his pleasure just as he's chasing mine.

He groans, and his cock kicks inside of me, and the flood of liquid heat as the first jets of come pouring into me tip me over the edge. I find his mouth and kiss him hard, biting his lip. The entire world goes white as endless pulses of release sweep me away.

But I stay anchored, held securely in my mate's embrace.

When the rush finally fades and I float back down to earth, Jianyu is there, gazing at me softly. He gentles our kiss, and I wince at the mark I left on his lip, but he smiles, clearly unperturbed.

He glances over my shoulder.

I throb inside, squeezing him, and he shudders. But with a warm touch to my hip, he withdraws and pulls away.

Rafe's big hand grasps me by the shoulder and turns me onto my back.

Wet come and my own release pour out of me as I clench down. Rafe spreads my legs, inserting his huge frame between them, and I'm sore straight down to my bones, but I don't care. I lift my knees to either side of my chest, opening myself further for him.

Torturing me, he rubs the thick crown of his cock through the slick mess between my thighs. I shiver, electric heat pulsing through me when he grazes my clit again and again.

Curling my fingers around his tree trunk of a neck, I drag him down to me. "Come on," I goad him, but my voice is ragged from screaming my pleasure. I'm all but limp, but I still want more. "Remind me how to live, how to fight--give it to me--"

His cock, his love, his fire, his everything.

With a low, rumbling moan, he does exactly that.

Bracing himself with his hands to either side of my head, he presses the thick head of his cock to my opening. And in one long, impossible slide, he buries himself inside me.

The air is driven from my lungs. I'm so full, so hot. Covering my mouth with his own, he glides back only to thrust forward again immediately. I hook my legs behind his back, keeping him close. He grinds in deep before starting to set up a rhythm, fucking me long and hard and slow. I tilt my hips into every stroke, prolonging them. Releasing my lips, he kisses his way across my cheek.

"That's it," he rumbles, his voice wet and sultry at my ear. His muscles flex beneath my hands, his strength both driving him and fueling his restraint. "You take it so well, take all of us like a fucking queen."

I cry out--I've been trying so hard not to think about that. About my so-called destiny, because every time I've chased it, it's gone ahead and crumbled in my hands.

But Rafe isn't allowing me to look away.

"You're amazing, perfect--" He's still moving within me, and damn it all, I'm lost in it, holding onto him with everything I have, pressing up into his every thrust. "We all knew it, knew it from the first moment..."

I look past Rafe to my other mates, sprawled out on the bed around us. Malik's mostly recovered, and he puts a hand on my ankle, and the connection lights me up inside.

Letting go of Rafe's shoulders, I extend my arms. Jianyu and Storm thread their fingers through mine, and the intensity of the heat within me is too much.

But I soak it all in. I breathe in the love flowing into me through our bonds. I feel power gathering, deep within my soul.

I feel our child. Our chances for a future where we're all free of the chains and divisions of the past.

My dragon roars, and Rafe drives in to the root, his hips slamming into mine with force. There's that spark as he puts the perfect pressure on my clit, and--

I come, gasping, my entire body burned to ash and remade with the heat of pleasure. Growling, Rafe pounds into me a half dozen times more before shuddering and pouring his essence into me, moaning my name as he crests his peak.

He collapses over top of me, but my other mates hold on with all the strength within them.

Because these men, our child, our future...

The power and beauty and magic of dragonkind...

They're worth dying for.

They're worth living for.

They're worth fighting for.