the hypersensitive bundle, coupled with a tweak of one nipple and she might as well have been flying again, for the first time in centuries. Yet flying had never felt quite that good.
Chapter Eight
D imitri regained consciousness amid a tangle of limbs and long golden hair. If there was ever a Heaven he was sure he’d died and ended up there. He lay on his side, one tousled golden head rested against his dead left arm. He looked down expecting to see Aurin, but the incongruous press of soft breasts into his back confused him. No, that was Aurik with his cheek and drooling mouth plastered against Dimitri’s skin. Dimitri smiled at the undignified presence, so far removed from the regal dragon he’d seen earlier.
He glanced down past Aurik’s head to where the dragon’s hand clutched his cock in a loose grip. He felt his flesh tingle and grow taut under Aurik’s hand. Before they’d collapsed into a blissful, exhausted sleep he remembered the two dragons laying claim to different body parts of his.
“I want his tongue,” Aurin had said.
“Then I want his cock,” Aurik replied.
“I want all of you both, all the time,” Dimitri interjected. He grinned to himself remembering the stunned expressions they’d given him.
“You can’t own us,” Aurin said.
“No? Then you can’t own me, either. But if you want to, I’ll gladly sign a contract, but there’s no divvying up of body parts, alright? It makes me feel like you want to slaughter me for meat.”
They’d both looked contrite and apologized, reassuring him that they had no intention of eating him. They only intended to fuck him. Then Aurin had given him a wicked little smile and caressed the medallion-shaped tattoo she’d etched into his collarbone. He’d already forgotten about the tattoo along with the matching one Aurik had given him. Brands were what they were, really. They did own him. Body and soul. And the knowledge was frankly transcendent. He no longer felt like he was drifting, lost in the ether without Thea’s love or his brother’s balance to give his life weight.
The slack hand around his cock tightened and he gasped. Looking down, he saw Aurik’s goateed face gazing up at him with suggestive yellow eyes.
“You feel ready again,” Aurik observed. The dragon shifted lower, his muscular figure sliding down Dimitri’s thigh. He ran his lips along the length of Dimitri’s cock, the journey fascinating Dimitri almost as much as the sensation of smooth, warm lips against his cock. Butterflies. Oh fuck that was what he was thinking? He tilted his head back with a groan while the butterflies flitted around his cock. Then Aurik flicked his velvety forked tongue over the tip and Dimitri was reminded of the truth. Dragon tongue. As if butterflies were better? He needed better fantasies.
“Oh, that’s nice. What else can you do with that tongue?”
The figure behind him stirred and Aurin slipped her arm around to caress his chest.
“Hmm, I have a tongue too. What do you want, sweet thing?”
His insides melted at the sight of Aurin’s sleepy look. Her golden eyes looked expectantly at him from puffy lids visible through a fringe of tangled blond hair.
“You want to make me feel good?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice sexily hoarse in a way that made his cock twitch under Aurik’s tongue. God, could he ask for what he wanted? Hell, he’d try it. All she could do was say no, right?
“Do to me what your brother did before.”
Her eyes lit up and that was the thing that sent him over completely. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for these two if he had to. Especially not now, with her tongue torturing his ass enough to make him shove his cock deep into Aurik’s throat.
No. He was pretty solidly in love with the both of them. Aurin’s tongue in his ass had a little to do with it. Any girl willing to do that on a first date was a keeper. And Aurik had done it first. More than that, he finally felt balanced again, but in a
Chapter Eight
D imitri regained consciousness amid a tangle of limbs and long golden hair. If there was ever a Heaven he was sure he’d died and ended up there. He lay on his side, one tousled golden head rested against his dead left arm. He looked down expecting to see Aurin, but the incongruous press of soft breasts into his back confused him. No, that was Aurik with his cheek and drooling mouth plastered against Dimitri’s skin. Dimitri smiled at the undignified presence, so far removed from the regal dragon he’d seen earlier.
He glanced down past Aurik’s head to where the dragon’s hand clutched his cock in a loose grip. He felt his flesh tingle and grow taut under Aurik’s hand. Before they’d collapsed into a blissful, exhausted sleep he remembered the two dragons laying claim to different body parts of his.
“I want his tongue,” Aurin had said.
“Then I want his cock,” Aurik replied.
“I want all of you both, all the time,” Dimitri interjected. He grinned to himself remembering the stunned expressions they’d given him.
“You can’t own us,” Aurin said.
“No? Then you can’t own me, either. But if you want to, I’ll gladly sign a contract, but there’s no divvying up of body parts, alright? It makes me feel like you want to slaughter me for meat.”
They’d both looked contrite and apologized, reassuring him that they had no intention of eating him. They only intended to fuck him. Then Aurin had given him a wicked little smile and caressed the medallion-shaped tattoo she’d etched into his collarbone. He’d already forgotten about the tattoo along with the matching one Aurik had given him. Brands were what they were, really. They did own him. Body and soul. And the knowledge was frankly transcendent. He no longer felt like he was drifting, lost in the ether without Thea’s love or his brother’s balance to give his life weight.
The slack hand around his cock tightened and he gasped. Looking down, he saw Aurik’s goateed face gazing up at him with suggestive yellow eyes.
“You feel ready again,” Aurik observed. The dragon shifted lower, his muscular figure sliding down Dimitri’s thigh. He ran his lips along the length of Dimitri’s cock, the journey fascinating Dimitri almost as much as the sensation of smooth, warm lips against his cock. Butterflies. Oh fuck that was what he was thinking? He tilted his head back with a groan while the butterflies flitted around his cock. Then Aurik flicked his velvety forked tongue over the tip and Dimitri was reminded of the truth. Dragon tongue. As if butterflies were better? He needed better fantasies.
“Oh, that’s nice. What else can you do with that tongue?”
The figure behind him stirred and Aurin slipped her arm around to caress his chest.
“Hmm, I have a tongue too. What do you want, sweet thing?”
His insides melted at the sight of Aurin’s sleepy look. Her golden eyes looked expectantly at him from puffy lids visible through a fringe of tangled blond hair.
“You want to make me feel good?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice sexily hoarse in a way that made his cock twitch under Aurik’s tongue. God, could he ask for what he wanted? Hell, he’d try it. All she could do was say no, right?
“Do to me what your brother did before.”
Her eyes lit up and that was the thing that sent him over completely. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for these two if he had to. Especially not now, with her tongue torturing his ass enough to make him shove his cock deep into Aurik’s throat.
No. He was pretty solidly in love with the both of them. Aurin’s tongue in his ass had a little to do with it. Any girl willing to do that on a first date was a keeper. And Aurik had done it first. More than that, he finally felt balanced again, but in a
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