Chapter 21 Heat
Heat
“Reverence!”
“Dorcasss!”
Two voices broke through the haze of my pain. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since I realized that I hadn’t shifted, even with the two full moons in the sky because of the onset of my heat.
It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I ached everywhere. The space between my legs desperately squeezed in and out like something alive—and in the grips of a heart failure.
The knot hadn’t just tightened, it felt like it was trying to devour itself.
“Aengus… Diarmuid…” I whispered.
I had never been so grateful to see anyone in my life.
It didn’t matter that they’d held me captive and made me exercise for over three weeks. The space between my legs demanded filling. “Please help me.”
“We are here,” Aengus said while Diarmuid lifted me up into his arms without another word.
I was a mess, but Diarmuid kissed my sweaty forehead as he ferried me back toward the room I’d run away from. “We will put you on the bed so Fenrir Prime may attend to you.”
I didn’t even need a bed. My body throbbed. I was so far gone, they could have taken me on the floor.
Yet still, I had the presence of mind to make one thing extremely clear.
“Only you two!” I gasped out. “Not him.”
I lifted my head up just long enough to glare at the male still standing by the open door of his Goldilocks bedroom.
The one who’d tried to kill me because his experiment kept failing.
“Not you!” I spat the words out. “Don’t touch me. That’s an order.”
Silence filled up the gallery. And no one moved.
But both Aengus, who’d stopped at the threshold, and Diarmuid, who was cradling me in his arms, turned their glowing green stares to Fenrir Prime.
Funny, how I’d thought they were the same person up until a few hours ago. Now that they were all together, I could see how different they were, even though they looked exactly alike.
Aengus’s gaze held an empathetic softness that the other two just didn’t possess.
While the hard line of Diarmuid’s jaw once again locked, as if that was its default position.
And as for Orpheus, he stood there, his face a mask of stone and completely devoid of expression—save for his eyes, which burned like two green fires inside a bank of snow.
“Dorcas,” Aengus began to say, as if he’d drawn the shortest straw and had been chosen to facilitate this conversation. “We can’t attend to you without our pri—”
“It is fine.” Orpheus’s ice-cold version of their smoke-and-glass voice cut Aengus off. A great set of green wings suddenly appeared at his back. “You may attend to her. I will be in my lab.”
“You’re being unfair! You have no idea what the Widower’s Madness has wrought within my brain!”
That was what he’d said. He’d insinuated he’d suffered after the other Dories’ deaths.
But in that moment, I knew that he’d lied.
Because without so much as another glance my way, he launched himself into the air, his great wings creating a single powerful downdraft that stirred Aengus’s and Diarmuid’s long white hair as he flapped toward the door in the ceiling.
He was gone. Just like that.
Good.
I refused to think about why a tiny part of me wanted to scream “wait.”
Past-life conditioning was obviously doing my head in, and anyway, my body knew what it wanted.
Making up for a lifetime of feeling absolutely nothing below the waist, I curled a hand around Diarmuid’s neck and picked up where we’d left off that morning.
I kissed him, inviting his forked tongue into my mouth, and it RSVPed, tangling with mine as he carried me through the door. He somehow navigated the room while we kissed.
Aengus was right behind him, and then the huge bed was rising to meet my burning skin like a cool drink of water.
Diarmuid broke off the kiss to lay me down on the furs with more gentleness than I’d have thought possible from the guy who’d spent three weeks knocking me flat on my back during spars.
His lips found mine again before my head even hit the furs, tongue sweeping into my mouth, rougher this time, drawing out a sound I didn’t recognize—something between a sob and a moan. My hips bucked up involuntarily, searching for contact, searching for anything.
It hurt… it hurt to want this bad.
“Please! Please take me.” I found myself begging into his lips and pushing at those god tech pants he always wore.
“Reverence, this is too much for us.” To my great disappointment, Diarmuid grabbed my wrist to still my hands. “We are too engorged with lust. It is better to have your other variant first. We would rather die than hurt you.”
Before I could protest, Diarmuid pulled back, and in an instant, Aengus was there.
His kiss was different. Softer than Diarmuid’s but more insistent than it had been this morning. Gulping me down instead of sipping as he had at first meal.
Yet a panicky desperation rose in my chest. It wasn’t enough. My body convulsed, needing…
“More,” I gasped against his mouth. “Please. I need more.”
Aengus pulled back just far enough to stand on his knees above me. His glowing green eyes flickered, like a flame caught in a crosswind.
“We are ready for this, too. More than ready.” The gentleness in his expression had been replaced by heat. “Our male works have already descended.”
Yet his hands hesitated at the tops of the god tech pants I wanted so badly to yank down. “But first, we must give you counsel and warning….”
“I don’t need any warnings or counsel,” I insisted. “All I want is you on top of me right now, eggplanting me into the next epoch. I am in an agonizing amount of heat, and I don’t know how I can make my ‘Please fuck me right fucking now’ any clearer, but— Holy shit, what the hell is that?!”
Alarm.
This is not a word you want to pop up during sex. Especially first sex. And especially, especially heat sex.
But I blinked.
Then blinked again. Not sure how else to feel about the male kneeling before me.
He…
had...
two…
Not one!
Two!
All caps, underlined, with three exclamation marks…
TWO DICKS!!!
I scrambled into a seated position, not sure what to do.
The first dick was thick and heavy, the same pale, luminous color as their belly scales, perfectly smooth in a way that looked almost like polished stone except for the fact that it was visibly throbbing. The second was thinner, longer, and it was—oh my…
“Is it moving?” I all but screeched as I watched the second dick strain like a separate being with its own agenda. “Why is it moving?”
“It is excited,” Diarmuid answered while Aengus regarded me with a (frankly totally deserved) sympathetic look.
Diarmuid came to stand at the side of the bed. He had also taken off his pants.
And that was how I found out that he, too, had two dicks.
I stared at them, wide-eyed.
I had so many questions. My journalist brain was already composing a multi-page entry for the Dorie 1000 Journal, complete with rough sketches and comparative analysis.
Was this a variant thing? A drakkon thing? I could not believe they both had—“Annggghhh!”
A heat cramp of need squeezed through me so hard, it doubled me into a ball on the bed as my wolf howled inside of me.
My human was horrified, but my wolf gave not one finger flip emoji about these guys having twice the amount of package than I was expecting.
My core expelled more slick, dripping between my thighs and onto the fairy-tale bed.
I didn’t realize I was crying until Aengus said, “Ssshhh, Dorcas, we are here….”
He used his superior dragon strength, but only to pry me out of my ball and lay me on my back beneath him.
“Has your upset over the reveal of our male works passed?” he asked gently. “May we attend to you now?”
I nodded wordlessly. “Please… please… please…”
My whole world had been reduced to that one desperate word.
“Reverence, ssh!” Diarmuid leaned down to stroke my hair and kiss my cheek.
“Ssh…” He continued to soothe as Aengus positioned himself, and I felt the blunt pressure of his bigger dick against my entrance. Warm. Verging on hot. Like fire wrapped in skin. “We are here. We are…”
When he pushed inside, I stopped breathing.
Not from pain. There was no pain. Just an overwhelming, flooding, soul-deep relief—as if every part of me that had been clenching and burning and screaming suddenly exhaled.
My back arched off the bed, and I grabbed his shoulders as I immediately began coming.
“Yes,” I whispered. I curled my legs around his waist, anchoring him to me. “Oh Aengus, yes! Yes!”
“We are here… We are here…” Aengus’s voice was rougher now. As if he were coming undone. He started to move, hips rolling into my climax, extending its life as I came and came, strangling his length with my all-consuming need.
Eventually, I came down from the crest, only to find another one being stoked to the surface.
“Don’t stop!” I begged. Shamelessly, I wrapped myself even tighter around him.
“We are here… We are here,” Aengus chanted, his hips moving faster. “We are—”
Suddenly, he broke off and caught my chin, cupping it in his large hand. “Look at us. Look at us, Dorcas. We wish to see your face. This is our favorite part.”
I helplessly raised my gaze to his burning green one. “Your favorite…?” I began to ask—before cutting off with a choked gasp.
The second dick had joined the party, lodging itself against the not-mythical button Diarmuid had discovered during our sparring session and beginning to pulse.
I made a noise that I could never even begin to describe in any journal.
Then I lost my entire mind.
The second orgasm hit like lightning. No buildup, no warning—just a complete system fry, followed by every nerve in my body blowing up at once.
I clamped around Aengus so hard, he let out a low, shattered groan that vibrated through his chest and into mine.
“We are undone,” he bit out, right before he unleashed a torrent of his hot seed into me.
For moments on end, it was everything… everything I wanted. But then I came down from the orgasm, and it still wasn’t enough.