Chapter 8
EMME
The bed in this apartment was bordering on obscene, from the size, to the comfort, to the feel of expensive sheets. Bedding fit for the last two dragon shifters in existence.
After the bath, I’d been thoroughly dried with the sort of tender care and attention to detail that I associate only with my alphas.
The nerves had been mostly kept at bay by the throbbing need driving me crazy, but now that I was sprawled across the bed, with two sexy and naked males staring down at me, a shot of tension had me clutching the black sheets on either side of me.
Slade’s expression was shadowed and unreadable, but the rumble rocking his huge chest remained familiar. “You want us, but you’re not quite ready.”
“I’m ready,” I protested. “I want you both. Today.”
Not even Slade could pick up hesitation in that statement. Still, he watched me in a way that indicated he saw the few nerves. “It’s normal to feel nervous the first time you sleep with someone.”
Talon rasped out a noise that sounded like agreement, and Slade gave a single bob of his head. “If you care about someone, you should be afraid to touch them the first time,” he said, as if the thought just occurred to him.
I blinked, pushing myself up with my elbows so I wasn’t completely flat on my back. “What do you mean?”
Slade placed one knee on the bed and my stomach jumped like I’d been thrown off a cliff.
He was just so big everywhere, and the intimidating length between his thighs hadn’t softened even a fraction.
I’d heard the phrase dick drunk before, and I finally understood what the authors were talking about—I could not look away, think straight, or function in any way around my naked mates.
I barely comprehended his next words. “You fear screwing it up, and touch is so intimate.” When he reached me, Slade hovered his hand just over the top of my skin. “My touch aversion stole a lot from me,” he said, giving me the animalistic tilt to his head as he studied me.
“You wish you pushed yourself to touch more before me?” I asked, and yeah, I was being that chick. But it was so new having his attention in this way, and I wanted the reassurance.
I wanted everything from him.
His snarl ripped through the room. “Only with you, Emmeline. No other will ever feel the press of my touch. No other will ever know me as you do. There’s been none before you, and none after. Just you.”
As hypocritical as it made me, since I hadn’t come to Slade a virgin, I was innately pleased by that statement. “I wish I waited for you, but from the moment I stepped foot in this city, there’s been no one for me other than our pack.”
Talon slid in on my other side, his hands tracing through the damp strands of my hair. “We would kill any who even tried,” he said simply.
When he tilted my head back, his kiss was deep and slow. My fingers relaxed against the bed, and I moaned into him as Slade’s hot mouth closed over my nipple. This was torturous and delicious.
Both of them released almost identical sounds of rumbling need.
When I attempted to lift my arms, wanting to anchor myself to the twins, my wrists were secured above my head in Talon’s grip.
He wasn’t hurting me, but I could feel the unyielding strength of his hold, and knew it wouldn’t be easy to break free.
“Slade needs to be in control,” he breathed against my lips, sliding his tongue deeper as his thumb brushed over my wrist.
As I writhed, my mind consumed with the sensations flooding me, it took a beat to remember they could mentally communicate. “I never said you two could gang up on me,” I choked out, my hips arching as Slade pressed kisses along my stomach, his tongue tasting me on the way.
Talon’s laugh was a deep, delicious sound that only added to the stimulation wreaking havoc on my body. When Slade slipped between my thighs and inhaled deeply, Talon shifted down to glide my right nipple into his mouth, still holding my hands captive.
Slade slid his tongue slowly through my core, before he groaned and buried his face, devouring, as contented rumbles filled the room.
He took his time exploring, and I knew he was cataloguing every time I reacted to what he did, learning and adapting.
Fuck. This alpha was a quick study, and he had me quivering in his hold so fast it was like fantasy come to life.
When he pressed a finger inside me, stretching me just with that one touch, I cried out, and his growled response sent vibrations into my clit. An orgasm ripped through me, and I near bowed off the bed at the force of it, my choked cry splitting the room.
My reaction appeared to even shock the alphas as they stilled. “Holy goddess,” I gasped, my body throbbing and oversensitive. “Sorry, that kind of came out of nowhere.”
“Never apologize for your pleasure,” Slade said, and could dragons purr?
Because he sounded pleased as fuck. “You just squirted all over me, and I’m only annoyed that I couldn’t keep all of that delicious release in my mouth.
” He dropped his head and ran his tongue over me, before plunging it inside, over and over, until I was about to scream again.
Rocking against him once more, I was breathless. “There’ll be plenty more where that came from. If… if my past experience is any indication, there’s—oh fuck… there’s no shortage of orgasms to go around…”
“We will win,” Slade said, his confidence filling the massive room. “I love my brothers, but they have nothing on dragons. We will destroy your concept of how many orgasms your body can sustain and still want more.”
I was going to die. The most perfect, wonderful death.
He slid his finger from my clit to my ass, and I could hear how soaked I was. Slade’s face was a picture of satisfaction as he lifted that hand toward me. “Taste yourself, Snow.”
Hunter had me well versed in enjoying my own release. I was never surprised those two were raised together. Opening my mouth, I savored the mix of Slade and me.
Talon growled. “I want to taste her too.”
Slade shifted back just enough for Talon to slide the hand not holding me captive between my thighs.
The scrape of his fingers elicited more moans from me.
His hand glistened as lifted it to his mouth, his tongue darting out to catch my release before it fell.
“Fucking delicious,” he groaned. “I could live on your cunt, Sweet Honey. I wouldn’t need anything else. ”
My breaths turned rapid and uneven, and I was about to demand he prove that statement, when Slade lowered his head again. His tongue moved faster this time; he thrust two fingers inside me, hurtling me into two more screaming orgasms before he conceded his spot to Talon.
Slade captured my hands while Talon descended. Talon was more animalistic in his approach, opening his mouth and roughly sucking my clit inside.
“Oh, my, fucking shifter,” I cried, needing to claw at something, but I couldn’t. “I’m so sensitive,” I sobbed. “I don’t think I can take much more of this.”
“You can and you will,” Slade ordered, his tone filled with command.
He leaned down and he kissed me, until all I could taste was us, so sweet and musky. Another release tore through me as Talon lapped at my fucking pussy like it was his full-time job.
“How are you both so good at this?” I whispered weakly, collapsing in a heap, wrung out and oversensitive. “If I didn’t know you both, I’d suspect you lied to me about your experience.” Or lack thereof.
Slade’s grunt was a warning, and I took his advice and shut up. He despised liars, and I wasn’t really accusing him of anything, but shutting up was still the way to go.
“One more until she’s ready for us,” Slade said to his twin, and as Talon slid his hands under my ass to lift me higher, I caught a glimpse of his anticipation filled expression. The dragon was about to feast.
Wait, ready? This was all to get me ready for sex? I was about to be ready to pass out or die, but at least I’d go as one satisfied shifter.
Talon took that challenge seriously, his teeth pressing against my aching clit.
Slade growled. “Come for us.”
My thighs shook, and a release ripped from deep in my spine.
Darkness closed in on me so rapidly that I might have actually lost consciousness for a few seconds.
My brain came back online when I was lifted and turned onto my stomach.
Slade’s scent was strong behind me, and Talon resituated himself to my front.
“I will claim you as we did in the past,” Slade murmured, pressing his hand against my back and tracing a fiery path until he reached my ass. “You will submit to me, Omega. You will submit and accept my claim.”
My core clenched, the ache of emptiness surprising after so many orgasms.
When Slade ordered me to submit in that deep, raspy tone, I would have done whatever he said. Yes, sir. No, sir. Fuck me in the ass, sir.
“Emmeline,” he called, more bite in his tone. “Will you submit?”
Trembles racked my body, my limbs were heavy, but there was only one correct response here: “I will submit to your claim, Alpha.”
He’d proven many times that I held the power everywhere else but in the bedroom.
I had what no one else in the world did—I was his exception.
He could be the ruler here, especially when my reward came with a fuck-ton of orgasms.
“I’m going to last approximately five seconds once I get inside her,” Talon moaned with a shake of his head, his pupils blown as he focused on his brother and me.
Slade slid his hands down my ass and parted me slowly until he reached my pussy. The burning tip of him entered me and I cried out, having no idea if I’d actually be able to take all of him. The goddess didn’t make mistakes with mate bonds, but at the same time, it felt near impossible.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Slade whispered as he pushed through the tight muscles, both of our groans guttural and fractured. “You feel so much better than I imagined.”
I shuddered when his first piercing entered me, the bar hot and hard, and as he thrust again, another one followed, and then another.
It felt like that piece of steel glided over a million pleasure points with each movement.
I’d never experienced anything this intense in my life.
There were bites of pain with the pleasure, as his sheer size took time to adjust around, but I knew I was going to come before he even got fully seated.
When I attempted to back against him, his big hand kept me in place. “Stay where you are, sweetheart,” he ordered, though his tone was soft and coaxing. “You’re taking me so well, mate.”
On the cusp of his praise, he thrust harder, sliding another inch and another piercing inside me. I couldn’t breathe as the sensation of too much filled me. Too full. The metal scraped along the overwhelming fullness until I was going to explode.
As predicted, his next thrust sent me screaming into the sheets, and there was a real possibility of suffocation as I lost control.
At least there was a possibility until Slade used his impressive strength to haul me higher, and finally buried his full length inside me, so deep I swore I could taste him in my mouth. Ashy sweetness.
When I clenched around him, he muttered a string of words in a language I didn’t understand, but Talon nodded as if he knew exactly what was said.
Slade moved slow at first, seeming to know how much my body could handle before it broke.
He kept me right on the edge of release with those slow, firm strokes.
Release hovered so close; tears slipped down my cheeks in my desperation. A part of me was tempted to use my safe word just to escape the torture of being edged by this magnificent asshole. Only I knew it wasn’t designed for that, and I wouldn’t abuse the safety net.
I also semi-loved being edged, knowing that the release was going to be so satisfyingly glorious.
The pleasure built as a deep, raw ache in my core, and my clit throbbing so hard that I’d only have to graze it to send me over the edge. “Are you ready to be claimed, mate?” Slade murmured, his movements really drawn out now.
I nodded and moaned, completely fucking ruined. I’d never felt like this before, unhinged and desperate, unsure how much more I could handle.
But I didn’t want him to stop.
I never wanted him to stop.
As the cresting wave of my release hovered, Slade was barely moving, and I wondered if I could partially shift and stab him with my wolf claws.
His chuckle was low and pleased. “I can feel your fury, Snow. I like that rage. Give me more.”
He pulled out of me completely and I almost screamed at the loss. When he lifted me onto my back, he slid his hands under my ass and angled me so he could thrust inside in one rugged movement.
“Fuck me, mate,” I demanded, and his eyes darkened as he stilled once more. “Please,” I quickly added. “Please claim me until I can’t remember my name.”
Pacified slightly, he crowded over the top of me, until all I could see was his chest. Throwing my head back, I met his piercing green eyes and my existence unraveled and reformed around this shifter.
As he moved faster, I dug my nails into his shoulders and he huffed out a smoke-scented groan. The delicious expanse of his strong throat captivated me. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out not biting him. My gums and jaw ached as the essence of my wolf and his dragon danced between us.
“Please,” I begged again. “I will do whatever you say, Alpha. Please claim me.” Instinct had me arching up into him to add, “Please, sir.”
His pupils flared, and his pace increased until he was driving into me, both of us desperate for the claim. Pressing my nails deeper, I scented his blood, and the bite of pain was enough for him to jerk against me.
When he groaned, the sound sent me hurtling off the cliff.
I came so hard my release drenched our thighs.
Slade roared my name as his jaw elongated, the dragon blooming with his impending release.
I tilted my head back to give him free access and his bite landed on top of my shoulder, beside Hunter’s and above Talon’s.
I immediately knew it was the deepest of all the bites, the pain leaving me breathless, but it was quickly followed by pleasure as another orgasm took me under.
In the throes of this, my wolf knew what to do, as we partially shifted to bite our mate back. As we did, sealing the last of the quintet, our beasts rose up together.
Only it was more than just our beasts—it was all of our quintet as one.
In the strands I felt the dominance of Hunter, the calm stability of Finley, and the exuberance of Kellan. Along with Talon’s steadfast lethality.
Our quintet. Finally as one.
With that thought, everything went dark.