Chapter 21 #2
I moan around him, and his hips jerk upward in response. His claws bite into the sofa beneath us as his control begins to slip, and a fierce satisfaction unfurls. I’m not alone in this dizzying storm they create inside me. He’s just as undone and lost in it as I am.
But before he can spill into my mouth, he growls and drags me upward.
“I think little Aura needs to learn some lessons tonight,” Ronyn says darkly.
“Lessons?”
Darial stands with me, clutched to his body. “She’s ready,” he says, already heading to the larger of the bedrooms.
“What lessons?” I ask again.
“You’ll see,” he murmurs into my ear, awaking sensations that make me shudder.
“But I’ve been a good girl,” I whisper.
Not so good, I remind myself. Magic tingles at my fingertips, and Darial’s step falters. He looks around the room distractedly, but I kiss his neck before he can ask questions, and he laughs, high on our connection.
“Good girls still benefit from lessons,” he says. “And hungry girls need feeding.”
I yelp softly as he drops me on my back against the furs of the bed, straddling me with one knee between my thighs. He’s flushed, eyes blazing, chest heaving with restraint, cock thick and proud.
His mouth crashes into mine, hot and demanding, as he anchors my wrists in his rough hands. I’m lost in his kiss, so isn’t until cool metal replaces his warm grip that I look up, finding Ronyn and Kelan fastening my arms into shackles already anchored to the wooden bed frame.
Fear vibrates through me until Darial unbuttons my shirt, pressing kisses between my breasts and over my belly, and his forked tongue flicks at my clit.
“What lessons are you going to teach me?” I ask breathlessly, arms tugging against the restraints.
“You’re going to learn how much pleasure you’re capable of taking,” Kelan says. “We’re going to take you to the edge, over and over, mixing pleasure with pain, until you understand your capacity for release.”
“I’m not fragile,” I whisper, moaning and arching my spine as Darial’s tongue pushes inside me and scissors against my G-spot.
I search for fear in my gut, but there is none.
When they showed me their souls, there was no darkness there.
No capacity to be cruel to me. Nothing to inspire the terror I’ve felt at the hands of other men.
“You’re a goddess,” he agrees.
Darial groans softly against me, his breath a wave of heat as his tongue strokes deeper.
The delicate twin tips curl inside me, stroking over that spot that makes my vision go white at the edges.
My thighs tremble, straining open, held wide by Kelan and Ronyn as Darial’s tongue continues its slow, devastating dance.
Above me, the soft clink of metal draws my attention back to the cuffs.
I twist against them, testing the strength, and relax into the slow stretch of my body surrendering. My back arches involuntarily as Darial groans his approval into my pussy, and Kelan’s palm presses against my sternum, grounding me.
“You won't be able to stop what’s coming,” he murmurs. “No barriers this time. No holding back.”
Ronyn appears beside him, shirtless, his chest gleaming with sweat, runes etched across his torso pulsing faintly with golden light, and red scales blooming like war wounds. His grin is sharp, wicked, and feral.
“She’s already dripping,” he says, dragging two fingers along my inner thigh. He brings them to his lips, sucking them clean with a low, satisfied moan. “Our little queen’s going to soak the furs.”
My body clenches at his words, as a bolt of lust tightens low in my belly. I moan, struggling against the cuffs.
“Please…” I whimper, but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. More? Less? My freedom? My delicious captivity?
Kelan leans in closer, his silver eyes dark with command. “Lesson one, my love. Begging means nothing.”
And then Darial’s tongue leaves me.
I cry out, a broken sound that’s both frustrated and desperate. He rises between my spread legs, his mouth glistening with my arousal. His cock is already hard again, ridged and flushed, resting against my thigh like a dark promise.
He strokes a hand over my side, mapping my ribs and the dip of my waist. “You taste like starlight,” he says hoarsely.
Kelan moves behind him, climbing onto the bed on one knee, using his fingers to trail the inside of my leg, pausing at the apex of my thigh. “No orgasms without permission,” he warns, thumb brushing softly over my clit. I twitch beneath him. “You’ll hold them back, little fireheart. Until we say.”
“I can’t—” I breathe.
“You will,” Ronyn cuts in, his voice barely more than a growl. “You belong to us now. And we’re going to train your body until it knows exactly who it exists for.”
Their words awaken something deep inside me.
Fear should be there; every lesson from my past insists that it should be.
Yet desire rises instead, intense, and undeniable.
I lie completely open to them, suspended between their touch, their presence, and the reverence threaded through every word they speak.
Beneath the heat and hunger lies something constant and unshakable: their devotion.
What sounds like punishment is, in truth, their way of honoring me through a fiercely, instinctive worship that makes me tremble with belonging.
I am Earth. I am water. I am air. I am fire.
I’m theirs.
Darial lines himself up, nudging at my entrance, his ridged cock slick and teasing.
“Please,” I whisper again, softer now, broken open by the sheer need quivering through me.
Kelan’s voice is a low growl in my ear. “You don’t come until we say it’s time.”
Darial is braced to push inside me, but Kelan warns him, “Only the tip. She’s too close.”
He pushes slowly, his thick cock spreading me wide, but only just inside me. I stare at where we’re joined, at my soft pink flesh flared around his ridged girth, and my pussy clenches involuntarily.
I want him to give me inch by thick inch, dragging those ridges against every sensitive place inside me.
I squirm, but Ronyn holds me immobile. His hot mouth sucks my nipple so hard I see stars.
I’m stretched, possessed, and pinned. My wrists tug uselessly at the cuffs as my hips rock to meet Darial, trying to take him deeper.
He holds still.
“Not yet,” he says, brushing his fingers in slow circles at the inside of my knee.
Ronyn shifts behind my head, running a finger along my jaw. “Want to keep that smart mouth busy while we fuck you?”
I meet his eyes, licking my lips.
“Yes.”
He growls in approval and lowers his cock to my lips. I open eagerly, taking him in as Darial begins to move in slow thrusts that grind deep, stroking over every aching nerve. The double sensation, one filling my mouth, the other my core, robs me of thought. Of breath. Of sense.
Kelan watches from the foot of the bed, his eyes molten silver as his wings flick behind him, tense with restraint.
He trails one hand over my belly, stroking the glowing runes now etched in gold beneath my skin, and whispers, “You’re more powerful than you know. And tonight, we’ll worship that power.”
They want to worship my power?
But what does that mean if they believe they’ve suppressed my magic? My power over them? My heart clenches.
Ronyn moans above me as I suck harder, his hips thrusting shallowly, careful of my breathing.
My jaw aches as my throat stretches around him, but it’s all good.
So unbelievably right. They are right that my body is theirs.
It adapts to them so naturally that I lose the sense of my own physical boundaries.
Darial picks up speed, hips snapping forward now, the ridges of his cock stroking me into madness.
“Goddess, you’re tight,” he groans. “You’re clenching, Aura.”
Kelan’s hand slips lower, fingers circling my swollen clit as Ronyn draws back.
“Don’t come,” Kelan murmurs.
“I—can’t—hold it—” I cry out, teeth gritted.
“You can. You will. Or we start again.”
And somehow… somehow I hold back.
I sob from the effort, shaking with the weight of it, sweat slicking my skin.
Ronyn kisses my lips fiercely. “Such a good girl.”
Darial’s thrusts become harder. Harsher. “She’s close.”
“Hold,” Kelan commands.
Darial moans as if it hurts him to obey. His cock pulses inside me, knot thickening at the base.
“She’s going to explode,” Ronyn says, stroking a hand down my arm.
“Not yet,” Kelan barks.
I’m shuddering, my body is a writhing and desperate thing.
Kelan shifts a little more, his wings flaring behind him, silver pupils slit, and broad, thick tail emerging. He spits onto the tip and slides it beneath Darial’s cock, nudging at my tight hole. The spit is slick and tingles as he pushes inside.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
As Darial pushes in, Kelan withdraws. I tug at the restraints, desperate for some control, wanting to grasp Darial’s hips and force him to go faster and harder. Even if it hurt, it would be better than this torture.
Ronyn is salty on my tongue, groaning as I suck him so hard and deep his eyes roll.
I’m caught between them, held exactly where they want me. Tears slip from my eyes as I take them all, the sensation overwhelming in its depth and closeness, driving me nearer and nearer to the brink until it seems impossible to hold myself together any longer.
“Such a good girl,” Ronyn says, stroking my cheek.
“So needy.” Darial thrusts harder and uses a claw to stroke around my nipple, teasing into a puckered point.
I buck, my clit grazing against Darial’s golden scales, as Kelan’s tale pushes deep. My hands are balled fists, my breast bouncing with every thrust. I’m so close… a little more.
“Come for us, Aura,” Kelan orders.
I scream.
I burn with the release, as our runes light the room like an explosion.
And then, Kelan’s dragon tongue taps the tip of my clit, and I break.
Pleasure rips through me again like a lightning strike, shattering everything.
My pussy convulses around Darial’s cock as he locks inside me, spurting his heat deep, growling my name.
Ronyn groans as he spills across my shoulder.
Kelan jerks himself, coming over my belly in a stream so hot it almost scalds me.
He growls low, watching it all, claiming me with his eyes, letting his tongue flick my clit over and over, prolonging my orgasm until it turns to pain, and my feet scramble against the furs. “Please,” I gasp. “No. No. I can’t take it…”
Ronyn strokes his fingers through his cum and rubs it around my nipples, making them tingle, and my whole body shivers.
“No…”
The orgasm doesn’t stop, and as my body keeps reacting, Darial fills me again and again. Tears leak over my cheeks, and Kelan’s tongue keeps moving over me, making the pleasure last until I can’t take any more.
The sounds that leak between my lips are an inhuman litany of pleading and gasping, and my wrists ache from tugging at the restraints, but I can’t stop my body from clinging to the edge of pleasure.
“Enough,” Darial says, his cock pulsing inside me again. My insides ache with the fullness of his release.
Kelan’s tongue recedes, and I slump as the final jittering end of pleasure recedes.
I’m exhausted, shaking, and glowing. The runes on my skin pulse with light, matching the marks of my mates.
But I’m more alive than ever. Magic stirs inside me, but I hide it quickly, noticing Kelan watching me closely.
Darial collapses over me, kissing the cuffs at my wrists, freeing my hands, and gathering me into his arms. Ronyn wipes the sweat from my brow with surprising tenderness, while Kelan finds a towel to clean me up. They unshackle my wrists, kissing the bruised skin.
“I thought this was a lesson,” I whisper.
Ronyn grins, brushing hair from my eyes. “It was. Lesson one: Your body is capable of infinite pleasure.”
Darial kisses my forehead. “And we intend to teach you again and again and again.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” I murmur against his throat.
His golden scales fade slowly back into skin as his heartbeat steadies beneath my hands.
My eyelids grow heavy, satisfaction settling deep in my bones.
I fight sleep for a moment longer, wanting to linger in this fragile happiness, wrapped in the lingering scent of fire and intimacy.
Somewhere in the quiet afterglow, I understand that nothing about me is the same anymore, and for the first time in my life, I welcome the change completely.
My dragons climb onto the bed around me, naked and replete, sighing in contentment.
I can live this life. I can be the woman who belongs at the center of three loving dragon mates. All my past hardships seem far away, softened by their love. I reach out to each of them, wanting them to know how much they matter to me.
Sleep lowers a dark curtain, bringing with it rest. But then my mind is filled with sounds and images. A woman crying out. Men shouting. Growls and snarls. A child crying.
And a name that tears through time and space, yanking at my heart so hard, I whimper.
Ahya.