Devoted to the Dragon (The Last Shifters #1)

28. Gunnar

Chapter 28

Gunnar

T he planning meeting finally lets out, and people clear the room. I wait along the perimeter for Randi while she finishes speaking to the human representative, eyeing how those spike-heeled boots and short dress make it look as if she has legs for days. The thought of burying myself between them makes my dick hard, and my fists squeeze in frustration.

At least before, when I wasn’t having an orgasm, I had the comforting weight of the cage. I never thought I would say it, but I miss it. I guess I could jerk off in the shower, but whether they’ve made it a rule or not, I don’t want to come without their permission.

It’s been almost three days since we’ve been back. We cuddle at night, all of us together in her bed, and I fucking love it. What I don’t love is how Randi keeps treating me as though I’m made of glass, as if I didn’t make it back.

I insisted on going when the serpent arrived yesterday—no way was I missing that shit—but they argued with me about coming today. I’m fine. Sexually frustrated maybe, but healed. My dragon is the one I’m worried about.

The uncertainty surrounding the wolves and the territory lockdown means my mates have an excellent reason to bury themselves in work. I’ve realized this is why the two of them spent a lifetime circling one another. They let work take over, and the world is going to shit, so it’s a totally valid excuse.

I know part of this is about her anxiety over the bond and what to do about the Thunder. She’s torn up about Knox. I don’t want her to bond with the asshole, but that may be a done deal from what I’ve gathered. All the options suck right now. I mean, ask me what I would do if the wolves who killed my sister showed up and said I was their mate. They wouldn’t be saying that shit for long.

It’s not the same, of course. He wasn’t actually there when that shit went down so long ago. But Randi has a valid reason for being leery of serpents, and Knox didn’t help himself by being Team Shady Wolf King. Way to reinforce an impression.

Is it forgivable? Only she can decide. I can’t be certain because she’s doing that thing she does where she runs from emotions, but if I had to guess, she craves him and it’s pissing her off.I think of what it would be like to walk away from her and Fennik, but even the thought is repulsive.

Randi signals for me with a curl of her finger. “You smell frustrated, pup. What’s up?”

Fennik is still talking to someone in the corner; otherwise, we’re alone.

“I think I’m madly in love with you.”

She lifts an imperious brow. “And that has you frustrated?”

“Absolutely.” I nod.

“Would it help if I told you I’m also madly in love with you?” She’s teasing, but her eyes are sincere.

My heart and belly flutter. I can’t believe she’s mine.

“It would make it worse.” I sigh, keeping the teasing going.

“Why is that?” she asks on a full-bodied laugh.

“I keep thinking about wrapping those heels around my neck and burying myself inside you until I’m able to think straight again. But knowing you love me too? Now I’ll never be clearheaded.” I fold her into my arms, pulling her against my chest and nuzzling her ear, where there’s the tiniest whiff of floral citrus. If I could, I would roll around in the scent.

She sucks in a breath, the citrus in her scent unfurling with arousal. “You don’t fight fair. We have about fifteen items on the agenda this afternoon before heading to the club.”

“I guess that means we’ll have to be quick,” I growl, skirting my hand up to brush along the underside of her breast.

“That sounds like a challenge, little wolf.” She laughs—a throaty sound that travels straight to my dick—and grabs hold of my hand, tugging me into the large bathroom off the meeting hall. Before the door is closed, she’s given the first order. “Hands crossed. Above your head. Don’t move.”

With a push to my stomach, she’s got me pinned against the wall, her deft fingers undoing my shirt before she works on my uniform pants, yanking them down my legs. The bathroom floods with the scent of arousal, hers and mine, until we’re a cocktail of juicy oranges and sage.

I stare, riveted, as she sinks to her knees and runs her nails down my thighs. Her breath ghosts over the tip of my cock, and it twitches, desperate for more. My head falls back, but I keep my arms in place.

“Did I tell you to move?” She pinches my balls.

“No, dragoness.” I shiver, licking my lips at the sight she makes before me.

Like watching her fly in sunlight, her beauty is blinding. I'm mesmerized by the smirk on her pouty pink lips, the wildness of her white hair mixed with the dangerous glint in her gold eyes, and her lush curves as she kneels. All of it works together to make me feel as if I’m looking at a goddess. I want to drop to my knees and worship her.

“Let me?—”

But my words get lost when she grabs my cock in her tiny hand. It’s heated again, like the first time she touched me, and that electric pulse burrows into my blood, making it feel as though the room is buzzing.

The slow stroke and warm breath make my anticipation rise. I want her to let me take her to the floor so I can worship her pussy while she sucks my cock.

She tsks at me, clearly seeing the intent in my eyes. “Don’t even think about it, pup. This is my show, and I’ll decide what you get.”

Fuck. I love how she takes what she wants and refuses to settle for anything less than what a queen is owed. My dick jumps in her hand, and she squeezes the base of my shaft, choking the bulge where my knot is ready to pop. It sends a burst of fucking fire through my body—pleasure and heat laced with pain—that short-circuits my brain and makes my wolf shake out his fur.

She’s so fucking sexy, I want to beg for the privilege of touching her. One hand strangles my knot while her other creeps down over her breasts. She pinches her nipple through the leather, making it poke out against the fabric. The hand keeps moving, inching her dress up until it’s at her waist, exposing her bare pussy.

“You’re bare?” The sound that escapes my mouth is pure filth, but I can’t help it.

Her smile is practically feral as she dips her middle finger between her legs and plays with herself.

“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy,” I say, my voice past rock bottom and strained from the force of trying to keep myself controlled.

This time, mint joins the citrus, but it doesn’t cool the raging flames. It splatters in the fire, making it sizzle. My hands itch to move. I want to bring her lips to mine or pick her up and pin her against the wall and fuck her until we both cry out.

Her teeth sink into her lower lip, all coy seduction. “You want to taste my pussy, don’t you, pup?”

I nod, my head a yo-yo pulled by her string.

“You need to bury yourself between my legs, lick me until I come, then fill me full of that fat cock. But you’re not allowed,” she taunts, her tone sultry.

Her fingers get more desperate. She bounces her hips, slipping her fingers inside and fucking herself before sucking them into her mouth with a pop.

“I’m dripping for you. So fucking wet I can feel it slipping down my legs.”

Holy shit, she’s got a sinful mouth.

I. Fucking. Love it.

“Please,” I pant. Beads of sweat drip down my forehead, and my muscles ache with how tense I am, waiting on edge for her to finally release me.

“No. You’re going to take it for me because it gets us both hot to know how much you want it and how much you're willing to suffer to get it.” She gives my cock a few slow strokes while she goes back to touching herself.

I watch, ready to pounce, as she drags her fingers between her legs and teases her clit. Her skin is shining with arousal for me, and it’s so hot I can’t hold back my moan. That sound sets her off, and she throws her head back, stuffing herself with her fingers as she drips onto the bathroom floor.

I’m not ready for the small, slick finger that skirts under my balls.

She looks at me. “Unless I hear otherwise, this hole is mine.”

Her nudging knuckle follows when I don’t protest. I black out, maybe… I don’t know. Can you die from anticipation? Because she’s nudging and circling but not doing anything . Her other hand is still tight on my cock, every so often giving me a tug. If she keeps talking like this, I won’t need any of it. I’m going to come all over her and rub it into her skin so she smells like she’s mine.

The bathroom door opens, and our hot wolf walks in, his eyes blazing. Fennik locks the door and leans against it, watching us. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

Randi leans in, her pink tongue darting out. She takes a lick, swirling her tongue around the tip of my leaking cock, then she runs her cheek along my length, nuzzling me.

Fuck, that’s hot. She’s hot. And Fennik rubbing the outline of his hard cock is hot. I’m going to combust.

“Little dove, stop teasing our poor pup,” Fennik chides, his voice full of the zing of reprimand that makes our dragon’s scent spike and her legs squeeze together.

Her knuckle teases my hole, and she gives me a throaty command. “Wrap your hand around my hair and fuck my throat, but don’t you dare come.”

I blink. Blink again. Did she…? And I’m supposed to?

Fennik is on us before I even know what’s happening. He picks up her hair, twisting it around in his grip and holding her tight. “Like this, pup.”

I can barely focus as I take hold of her hair from Fennik. Randi sticks out her tongue, opening her mouth while Fennik moves me closer with a hand on my hip.

“Fill her mouth, slow at first, until she can take more of this immense beast.” He pats my hip to get me to move and hovers behind me, his thick cock a hot weight on my ass.

Obeying his orders is easy, and I sink into that feeling. I do as he says, watching as the head of my cock gets swallowed by her pretty mouth. I tighten my grip and feed her more of my length.

Fennik gives a hoarse growl. “Now, fuck that pretty mouth. Let me see her drool for you.”

Randi gives a muffled moan, her fingers returning to that spot between her legs as Fennik runs sure hands up and down my chest, teasing my nipples until they pucker. I snap my hips, watching my slick cock sink into her mouth over and over, pushing in a little farther each time until I hit the back of her throat. She gags, but Fennik holds me in place as she swallows around me.

“Oh gods, you’re perfect.” The moment I slip into the tight, shallow space, I want to come from how good she feels. I hold it until Fennik commands me to ease back.

She breaks away with a gasp, one hand kneading my knot and the other stroking me in tight corkscrews.She opens and I fill her again, watching in satisfaction as she swallows me down. Each time I fuck her mouth, she makes these strangled moans that drive me to the edge.

When I’m about to come, Fennik growls orders.“Grab our dragon, pup. Take her to the counter.”

I fumble out of my pants and dive for Randi, placing her on counter ledge. Our mouths collide, and she nips at my tongue until I submit. Behind me, there’s a tearing of plastic and a curse. Fennik’s lubed fingers find my hole.

He’s gentler than I am with myself when I’ve explored. Tearing away from her lips, I beg. “Please. Give it to me with light prep. I want to feel you claim me.”

Fennik only chuckles, his fingers slowing.

Randi yanks me back to her with a hand on my cock, guiding me to her center. She clings to my neck, our mouths inches apart. “Make me come.”

I brace my weight on one arm and give slow thrusts of my hips, my gaze falling to watch how my cock teases apart her slick pussy. I love to see how soaked she gets for me.

Reaching between us, I circle her clit until she squirms, chasing each thrust.

“Give it to her faster, pup,” Fennik says.

I strum her clit, rubbing that sweet spot and snapping my hips until she clamps down in a climax of wet heat. The bathroom echoes with her moans and whimpers. I push back against Fennik’s maddeningly slow pace before slamming home again.

Randi makes a keening cry, and her body shudders and shakes under me.

Fennik hikes my knee to brace against the counter, and the angle pushes my knot against her edges.

“Hold still,” he directs, voice deliciously husky.

It’s fucking torture the way she’s gripping me so tightly, her tongue flicking against my ear as the slick head of Fennik’s cock nudges against my hole. He slowly pushes in, and I tense. He’s so much fucking bigger than my fingers, and the blunt pressure of it slices through my mind. He doesn’t take it easy, his hand pressing against my back as he feeds me that fat cock.

I’m caught, trapped between the two of them, and I’ve never been more alive. Together, they’re taking me apart, making me into someone new—someone who belongs.

Randi collars my throat with her hand, holding me in place. Her dragon’s eyes are filled with heat, her mouth open, and little moans slip out.

“Go faster, Daddy Wolf,” she growls.

Fennik reaches around me and slaps Randi’s thigh. “Watch your mouth, baby girl, before we have to pause for a spanking.”

Oh. Shit. My orgasm starts up my spine, and I know I’m fucked.

Fennik snaps his hips, slamming into me, causing my knot to slip inside Randi’s wet heat. His hands dig into my hips, pulling us back with a drag of his cock. My knot tugs at her opening, strangling me with such perfect pressure, before slipping back in on the next thrust.

“You feel that, how I’m fucking his knot into you?”

Randi moans in answer to Fennik’s words. I curse, desperately trying not to come. He teases us both, fucking my ass while he works my knot in and out of Randi until our dragon is a mewling mess.

“Come with me, little wolf,” she commands.

She clamps down so hard on my knot that my fangs drop, and my orgasm bursts free, filling her with my cum.Fennik growls behind me, his knot hitting my ass cheeks as he buries himself. He’s relentless, his strokes fast and hard. On each thrust, he hits that spot that lights me up inside. It teases Randi, fucking her with my knot until she’s shaking beneath me. I’m being used between them, and it’s so hot I want to come all over again. Fennik’s rhythm falters, his hips snapping erratically, then he cums on a strangled moan that I feel in my balls.

I force myself not to collapse on Randi, panting into her side and trying to slow my racing heart. She threads her fingers through my hair, murmuring sweet words as Fennik caresses my back.

“Let’s do that again later,” I say. “Because I’ve got a lot of ideas for how we can pretzel.”

Randi giggles beneath me, a sweet sound I want to hear more often. It’s long minutes of awkward cuddling on the bathroom counter before my knot goes down and Fennik eases himself from my ass.

Randi and I are covered in cum. I stuff mine back inside her swollen pink pussy. My dick twitches with the thought of it slipping down her legs as we finish the day. Rubbing some into her mound, I take her lips. It’s a languid kiss, full of satisfaction and good vibes. Fennik joins, his purr helping to bring down my pounding pulse.

When he pulls away, he gives us both a stern look. “I’m spanking both your asses later for making us late to our next meeting.” The twinkling silver in his eyes betrays his amusement as he cleans us and gives us both a peck. “Now behave.”

“Never,” Randi teases, giving me a conspiratorial smile. “What would be the fun in that?”

I scoop her up in my arms as Fennik holds the door.

Randi huffs at the indignation. “I can walk.”

“I’m a cuddle slut. Give me a minute, and I’ll put you down.”

She shakes her head but nuzzles into my neck, her small hand clinging to my jaw. My purr hums for her, my wolf so enamored he can’t help but sing. She hasn’t slept much since we returned, and her tiredness has overtaken her. It only takes a few moments before she falls asleep.

“You’re perfect, pup, exactly what we need,” Fennik says, opening the door for me as we exit the estate’s main entrance. “She’s got meetings we need to finish this afternoon, but let’s let her sleep on the way out.”

She dozes on my lap during the drive. As we roll up to the site, she sits up, rubbing her eyes and reviewing her notes.

The entire time we check out the new construction they’re building for refugees, my eyes follow, cataloging the questions she asks the crew and the way she thinks with long-term solutions in mind. She’s building the infrastructure so that wolves can have a home.

At the large gardens and sprawling farm outside of town, she listens to the wolves and humans there, taking their advice and making notes of what they need to accomplish expanding.

It’s like competence porn. Seeing her lead like this gets me hot. If I wasn’t already in love with her, this would do it. The visits actually help me remember why I came here in the first place. Moon Lake Valley is rumored to be a safe haven. She runs this place with the well-being of those she leads in mind. She’s the best pack alpha I’ve ever seen, and she’s an omega. Go figure.

Randi comes to lean against the SUV where I’ve been waiting for her and nudges me with her elbow. “After we head back, can you do me a favor?”

“Of course.”

“It’s stupid,” she huffs.

I cock my head, watching the way she fidgets in place. “What is it?”

“Will you go to the lake house? I packed up a crate from the farm, but I don’t want to take it myself. It seems like a waste to task a wolf with going out there to feed him three times a day.”

That shit is an excuse. We’ve got wolves from the guard stationed around the warded camp in rotating shifts so that someone is always watching the serpent.

“I can escort you if you want to talk to him. I’ll keep you safe.”

She chews on her lip. “I don’t think you can protect me from a broken heart.”

That’s it. I envelop her in a bear hug. “I sure as shit can try, but if you’re not ready to talk to him, I’ll go. Did you open the gift yet?”

“No.”

“All right, beautiful. Anything I need to know before I go up there?”

“Don’t let him touch you with his shadows,” she replies.

“Good to know. Why don’t you old folks take an afternoon snooze before we head to the club while I pay him a visit?”

Fennik pops my ass. I didn’t even hear his sneaky ass coming up. “Racking it up, huh, pup?”

He slides into the SUV, and Randi giggles, shaking her head.

“Duh,” I tease and open the door, climbing in behind my dragon.

On the way back to the estate, Randi curls up under my arm, her small hand teasing my thigh as I purr.

I’m not a diplomat. I’m a fighter. I’ve already beat the serpent's ass once, and I would love to do it again. My eyes find Fennik’s in the rearview mirror, and without words, I know he’s telling me not to.

It’s a tricky line to toe because I hate Knox for her, yet I don’t get to decide. If Randi forgives him, he will be pack—or horde, I guess—and we’ll be stuck with him.

Through the rest of the afternoon stops, I mull it over. I’m still thinking about it when I drive out to the lake.