11. Randi
Chapter 11
Randi
“ P lease tell me this means it’s coming off. I’ve been ready to come for the last week.” Gunnar strips eagerly, a blur of clothing as he untucks and unbuttons his blue guard uniform and tosses his shirt. His pants are next, revealing his caged cock, which hangs low between his thick thighs, trying desperately to get hard. The head is an angry red, caught between my dragon’s teeth, and the skin of his shaft swells against its confines.
I grab hold of him and look up. “No, pup. This stays on. That’s part of the fun.”
Gunnar groans, his head falling back. “You know what’s really twisted? My cock likes that answer.”
“So do I,” I say, laughing at his predicament.
I’m delighted by the contrasts in his personality. He’s cocky and arrogant. Sarcastic. But also eager. Curious and submissive. I slip a finger inside the mouth of the cage, rubbing it across his slit while I look him over.
Gunnar is tall and strong. A little bit wiry despite his mammoth size. His brown-and-golden hair hangs on his shoulders. His beard, which is almost as long as his hair, is entwined with a few small braids.
He looks like the wolves of my youth, cut from the same fierce rock and high winds. Clever eyes. Scars that mark his skin. I don’t know his story, but I can tell he knows how to survive.
But how he’s looking at me right now makes me forget that. Instead, my stomach gives that familiar swoop of launching into flight. For the moment, I’m the woman from my dream, young and eager to meet my mate. The mating Thunder goes on around us, and I can almost pretend it’s the first call to play from a contender for my horde.
I reach for the new mark on Gunnar’s chest, and he bends, letting me trace the shape of my dragon where she wraps around his heart. He shivers, and there is a pulse between us. Time slows, and his unusual-colored eyes search mine. He stares for a moment before his wolf bows to me, his eyes lowering in submission.
“You have given yourself to me, but I make a promise to you in return. I’ll never take your life for granted,” I pledge, my dragon’s hiss underscoring my words.
He stows an imaginary sword, dramatically takes to one knee, and bows his head.
“What?” I manage to ask between splutters of laughter.
“I figured that’s what the knights do in the stories, right? And I’m just making this shit up, but I don’t want to get it wrong, you know?” He takes my hand and kisses the back. “So, tell me how to do it right for a dragon queen. Because my wolf is insistent. You’re my mate, as impossible as that sounds, and I figure at any moment fate is gonna see the fuckup and cart my ass off by my new tail. But before that happens, I want time with you.”
My dragon likes his display of loyalty, even if he is ridiculous. The knights were our destroyers, not our beloveds, but he doesn’t know that. She rattles her throat flaps for him, a dragon’s purr.
Fennik squeezes my hip, and Gunnar shifts his gaze. “You too, old wolf. Tell me what to do.”
The connection between them is already discernable in the way their scents swirl together. Combined, they’re a sweet sage mixed with the crisp scent of the forest. They’re meant to be pack, to be mates.
That raw connection eases some of my fears. They’ll have each other with or without me. I blink away from the dream, shoring up my resolve. Even if I’m giving in, I can’t let myself give it all. Not until they know what’s at stake. Not until they choose. But what I can do is give them this.
I shift in Fennik’s arms, going to my knees and hiking up my dress to straddle my big wolf. I spread my thighs and lean against his chest, rubbing along the outline of his bulge. Fennik’s meaty grip digs into my hip as I tease down the zip of his slacks and pull him out. Gunnar watches with hungry eyes, going to both knees and crawling closer.
Fennik is so big my hand won’t fit around him, but that doesn’t deter me. I tease the slick head, rubbing my thumb up and down his glans, then stroking him in my fist.
“You’re playing with fire right now, baby girl,” Fennik’s grumbly voice murmurs in my ear. His teeth scrape along my neck, the threat inherent in the promise of his claim lighting me up inside.
“I’m not the one playing. Your pup is,” I tease. “Wasn’t that the bet?”
I look down at Gunnar, letting my dragon into my eyes. She wants to teach him she is not so easily won.His answering smirk sends a burst of arousal that pools in my belly.
“Suck his cock for your dragon. Prove you know what you’re doing, and I’ll let you come,” I command.
Beneath me, Fennik twitches in my grasp. His hands get bolder, skirting from my hips to cup the undersides of my breasts.
Gunnar mumbles something I don’t catch and leans in to lick a trail along my fingers where I’m gripping Fennik’s cock.
I tap his lips with the fat crown, making a chiding sound. “Lick only the head, pup.”
Gunnar follows my command, swirling his tongue along the crown while I massage the base where Fennik’s knot will swell.
“Now suck,” I direct. “Nice and slow.”
“Wait until I get my turn,”Fennik mutters, his hands playing with my tits and his hot breath tickling my neck.
I can’t resist the urge to tease, tilting my hips so I can grind my panty-clad pussy against him. He groans, and Gunnar takes him deeper, his lips stretched around Fennik’s cock.
One of Fennik’s big hands yanks down the front of my dress, forcing it under the cups of my bra. He pinches my nipples, and for a moment, I lose track of the game, my pussy clenching on emptiness and my center slick.
Gunnar growls, then his hands push against my thighs, spreading me open. He tears through the lace of my panties and takes a stolen lick. I buck at the contact before I yank him by his hair.
“Naughty, pup. You haven’t earned my pussy yet.” I shake my head, my dragon’s censure in my eyes.
He gives me a lazy grin. “I’ve always been greedy, and you looked so wet I couldn’t resist.” He tilts his head, looking every bit the playful puppy as he addresses Fennik. “You want a taste?”
Fennik leans in, and Gunnar presses into me, caging me between them. The two kiss over my shoulder, hungry and full of nips and growls. Fennik anchors me with an arm around my waist, and Gunnar reaches between us, pulling my hand with his to Fennik’s cock.
Gunnar turns from Fennik, his voice so raw it’s almost a whisper. “Together?”
I answer him by matching his pace, and we find a rhythm as we stroke Fennik. Our mouths meet in a tangle, passing between the three of us. My hips shift without thought, and Fennik’s thumbs pull me apart before he dips his fingers into my slick, using it to circle my clit.
It’s a frenzy of moans and needy cries, our bodies sliding against one another. My insides feel as if they shimmer each time they touch me. For once, my dragon doesn’t protest.
Fennik’s cock thickens between our grip, and together, Gunnar and I work his knot. When it swells, my stubborn wolf sinks his fingers inside me, fucking me in deep strokes. Gunnar’s mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking with perfect pressure. At the same time, Fennik finds a spot deep inside that makes me clench around him.
I come so hard sparks dance in my vision. Fennik pulls my chin and forces my eyes to his as he watches the orgasm thunder through me. My lashes flutter closed, and the rest of the world blurs as I bask in the feeling of being with the two of them.
Fennik murmurs, “Beautiful.”
His cock jerks in our grip, his cum hitting my mound. I collapse against him, and for a few moments, it’s only harsh breaths and Fennik rubbing his scent into my skin.
Gunnar breaks the silence. “Who knew you could come while your dick is caged?”
Fennik and I are coaxed to laughter again.
“Come here.” I tug Gunnar up into Fennik’s lap with me.
He is cuddly, draping himself around me and nudging with his nose under my arm until his face is buried against Fennik’s chest. It feels like being swallowed in a hug by a giant teddy bear. Our stern wolf is also softer, nuzzling into my neck.
Around us, the room is still lost to the rut, and no one pays us any attention. I have things to tell them, but I let myself give a little more to this stolen moment. Here, with them, it’s easy to believe anything is possible. It feels magnetic. Right. I just hope that it’s enough to convince my dragon.