Chapter 26
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KATALENA
Iwas alone with three dragons.
Three naked dragons.
“Do you go one at a time? Or…”
Sirrus laughed softly, amused. But his eyes shone with joy and not derision. “For now, I think we go slowly.”
“Why slowly?”
“Because we’re not ruining you,” Zovai dropped his head and kissed the top of my shoulder. “We’re savoring you.”
“Oh.”
The word was wholly inadequate. “Like I said, I know enough, but not that much, and?—”
Sirrus stepped into me, tilting my head back and kissing me for the first time. A gust of his magical wind curled around us, and all the words shivered out of my head. “So eager, Princess.”
“Have you seen yourselves?”
“We have,” he said. “And that’s the first step. Because you haven’t truly looked at us.”
Sirrus stepped back next to the others, and I allowed myself to look. My nerves surged. Holdover from imagining a wedding night with a man I did not care about and actively hated. I wanted to look, but it still felt forbidden.
Looking at a naked male was very different from the drawings of anatomy I’d been shown. Not in my official studies, but by my grandmother and Helena, to prepare me. And these males were more different still, because they weren’t human.
Color wrapped around their ribs with the shadowing of scales that betrayed the color of their dragons. In Endre’s case, the opposite of his dragon, the pale shimmering tone of his skin nearly matching the shining scar on his chest.
I’d noticed the beginnings of the markings earlier, but I didn’t imagine what they would fully mean. Especially since I’d been avoiding looking too closely.
Taking a breath, I finally dropped my gaze lower and took them in. My first instinct was panic, because the drawings I’d seen of manhoods hadn’t been nearly that size. The second reaction was curiosity, and the third was delight. The color of their skin deepened as it drew downward toward their feet, shining more, and becoming closer to the glittery, beautiful dragons who sparkled in the sunlight.
Their bodies were strange, but beautiful. And so much more interesting than a human man would have been. Still, hesitance danced along my spine. “I’m told it hurts the first time. Or the first several times.”
Zovai took a step forward. “It might, but it won’t tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because tonight will only be your pleasure.”
I frowned. Pleasure for the woman wasn’t really spoken of. Here and there, it was mentioned, but I’d never truly considered it. Even me saying yes was wanting them close and wanting to feel them, not about my pleasure.
“I don’t understand.”
All he did was smile. “May we see you, Lena?”
Pressing my hands to my stomach to quell the nerves, I nodded. “Yes.”
Zovai’s hands came to my shoulders, gently pulling the straps of the nightdress down. It dropped, falling as soon as I released my hands, leaving me in nothing but skin.
I thought it might be strange, but instead I felt relief. That same fire in their eyes burned hotter now. Something deep and primal settled in me. Every time someone had instructed me about what would happen on my wedding night, they told me it was natural. But nothing about it had seemed that way. This? This felt natural.
“This too?” He gently touched the locket resting on my chest. “I promise I’ll keep it safe.”
Nodding, I allowed him to lift it over my head and gently set it aside. “It belonged to my grandmother. She had my lady’s maid gift it to me on my wedding day. I don’t know why. It seems like no great thing. But it is all that remains of her.”
“Perhaps that was why,” Sirrus said. “Small things matter when they are all that’s left.”
I nodded, my eyes catching on the shimmer of his skin and bouncing between their bodies until I landed on Zovai once more. I couldn’t look away, and I still didn’t know what to do next.
Sirrus’s fingers brushed down my arm, drawing a gasp. I’d been staring at Zovai for so long I hadn’t noticed the others surrounding me. Bodies on all sides. “Show me,” I begged. “Please.”
Endre’s fingers brushed my hips from behind. He swept them up my ribs and higher, sliding around until they rested just beneath my breasts. “I will try very hard to go slow for you.”
There wasn’t enough air in the world to take a full breath. “You don’t want slow?”
“I want to consume you.” Low, dark words whispered into my neck. “Get on the bed before I put you there.”
I leaned back into him, nothing but pure instinct guiding me. There was no real threat in his words. Instead it sounded like a promise, and I wanted to know what it was. “Put me there how?”
Endre swept my legs out from beneath me, lifting and moving me to the center of the impossibly large, dragon sized bed. He hovered over me, and it was impossible not to feel the difference between us. How much larger and how much… harder.
Lips warmed my shoulder. Sirrus.
“What should I do?”
“Nothing,” he breathed. “Enjoy. Savor. Feel what you like and tell us. Let us bring you pleasure.”
I shook my head, feeling Endre move away. “I do not know of what pleasure you speak of.”
“You will.” He smirked. Then he moved, dropping his lips to my skin and drawing his tongue over it.
The simplest of movements that had me gasping. “What?”
Sirrus moved again, from his mouth on my arm directly to the peak of my breast. His tongue danced around it, sucking it with a moan that said he loved it. And I felt?—
There was no describing it. Dizzy and whirling. Strange awareness settling over me like a cloak and gathering where his mouth was. Between my legs. Everywhere.
“They never told me, only described the…”
Zovai hummed into my ear. “Human males are rarely concerned about the pleasure of their females,” he murmured. “They’re more concerned with breeding and their own pleasure. For dragons, if there isn’t pleasure on both sides, there is no point.”
“Even if you’re ruining someone?”
“Even then.” He covered my mouth with his, tongue sweeping over my lips. It matched the movements of Sirrus’s tongue on my skin. My gasp opened my mouth to him, allowing him in, and everything disappeared. It was all too much and all I could think was how little we’d done and how Andaros wouldn’t have cared.
Sirrus pulled away, my breast now hardened into a point, his wind swirling around it and giving me chills. I wanted his mouth on me again. My back arched, lifting it towards him, and I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted, only that I wanted so desperately I couldn’t quite think.
I broke away from Zovai and found Endre kneeling at the end of the bed, staring down at me. Dark eyes somehow burned in the moonlight-drenched darkness. His hand moved, stroking the length of himself while he stared.
I would never forget the image.
Powerful.
Sinful.
“That’s all for you, Princess,” Zovai whispered. “He’s stroking his cock for you.”
I’d heard that word in passing. In the city, when I passed by the kitchens dressed as nothing more than a servant, even from Baris a time or two. But never in my true presence, and never purred in my ear like a gift.
Sirrus’s tongue licked over my ribs, and I made a sound I’d never heard myself make before. The space between my legs ached with a need I couldn’t quite name.
“Here.” He lifted his mouth from my skin. “Come here.”
Despite the words, Sirrus was the one that moved. Behind me before me pulled me against his body, between his legs, my back pinned against his chest. His glittering dragon skin contrasted with the warm, human tones of my legs, and we were beautiful together. And behind me, Sirrus’s cock pressed against my spine. Harder than I imagined it would be, and as hot as the rest of him.
He dragged his hands up my legs, further up my ribs until both hands cupped my breasts. But they didn’t stop, moving until one hand circled my throat and the other retreated downward, guiding my legs apart. “Close your eyes.”
I swallowed. “What will happen?”
A rough sound rattled through the two of us, rumbling. Everything in me relaxed. Sirrus was purring, just like Varí did, but so much more. “Nothing you won’t enjoy.”
Endre and Zovai watched me carefully, and Endre’s voice was the one I heard. Close your eyes.
I closed them, leaning back further into Sirrus.
Fingernails lightly scraped down the insides of my thighs before lifting my legs up and over Sirrus’s, spreading me open. Zovai groaned. “My dragon will not be satisfied until he knows what you taste like.” His breath was hot on me there. “But something tells me one taste will only drive me mad and have me coming back for more.”
The hand on my throat tightened, Sirrus’s other arm banding across me and holding my arms too, just as I felt the lightest brush of sensation. And another. Heat and wet and fucking stars it felt strange and delicious.
Don’t open your eyes,Endre voice warned me in my mind. Don’t you dare.
Iwas wet. My body. I’d felt the sensation a handful of times and now I knew what it meant. My hands reached and went nowhere with the way Sirrus held my arms down.
Zovai’s hands scooped under me and pulled me lower, spreading me further, and it wasn’t until I felt his kiss low on my stomach that I truly realized. His mouth was on me, tasting where I never imagined anyone would. Tongue swirling, making those impossible sensations louder and wilder, even pushing inside me.
I whimpered, and Sirrus leaned down to my ear. “Don’t think about anything but us,” he breathed. “About what you feel. Have you ever touched yourself with your fingers like this?”
There was no way fingers could feel the way Zovai’s mouth did, but I shook my head. I hadn’t. Hadn’t known I could or that there might be a reason to.
Zovai moved his tongue and my hips jerked towards his mouth. “Fuck.” Why did that feel good? How did I get more of it?
The growl in my ear had everything standing on end. Tightening. Growing sharper. “The scent of your cunt is intoxicating,” Sirrus said, guiding my neck to the side so he could kiss my skin. “And the scent isn’t enough. I’m going to need to taste it myself.”
“No.” I felt Zovai smile where his tongue was busy, words muffled by me. “I’m never leaving.”
I couldn’t even respond. Every piece of my body tingled, everything drawing together and gathering like sunlit haze around Zovai and his infernal mouth.
“What is that?” I asked. “What is?—”
You’re going to come, Endre spoke into my mind. Your body’s pleasure reaching its peak and drowning you with it.
A whimper came out of me, my hips jerking again. I reached, and this time I was met with hands. Sirrus’s hands holding mine and weaving our fingers together. I gripped him so hard it had to hurt, and he didn’t flinch. There was no breathing or thinking—the entire world narrowed to the stroking of Zovai’s tongue and the suction of his mouth.
He took that same motion that sparked my body and repeated it over and over. A hand dropped on my stomach to hold me down, and everything went taut. Without the movement all I could do was feel and I could feel everything. Everything.
My own voice sounded strangled in my ears as pleasure radiated through me. My body bowed against the hands binding it, muscles shaking, rushing filling my ears. The sensation was a ripple or a flood. Washing through me so quickly I wanted it back, and yet I could never go back from this.
The night was filled with my ragged breathing when I could suddenly hear again. Feel where I’d ended up, nearly flat on the bed now, with Zovai hovering over me. His mouth shone wetly in the moonlight, proof of what he’d done. His mouth was a satisfied smirk, unashamed.
“That was?—”
“Only the beginning,” Zovai said. He lowered himself slowly, kissing my forehead and my cheeks before my lips. The rawness of his kiss, mixed with me, it stirred that longing in my blood. Now that I knew what it meant and what came with it, I didn’t know that I’d ever have enough.
“Is this what you feel? When you… come?”
“Yes,” Endre said.
I laughed softly. Breathlessly. “How do you not do anything else?”
Sirrus slid down next to me. “Because it’s not always like this. One’s partner matters. And we have not had any partners in a very long time.” Then he grinned. “And doing it alone isn’t nearly as satisfying.”
Lifting my hand, my arm shook. I felt weak. “Is this normal?”
“It is,” Zovai said. “For someone new to it. As you grow used to it, pleasure will exhaust you less.”
Ender laid on my other side. “And by the same token, you’ll be able to experience more.”
“That’s not possible.”
“I promise it is.” In one movement Zovai turned us so he was beneath me and I sprawled across his body, skin on skin. His heart beat beneath my ear, nearly drowned out by the sound of his purr. “There is so much more.”
I couldn’t imagine it, but I didn’t try to. Closing my eyes, I let the heaviness pulling on my limbs pull me down as I settled into their warmth.