Rowan
Slowly, consciousness started to creep in as I stretched out lazily. Bastian had insisted on taking a nap after the horde meeting, but judging by how relaxed and languid my body felt, I had slept for significantly longer than I intended.
An arm tightened around my waist, and I grumbled, smirking as I turned over my shoulder with a yawn.
“Which creeper has snuck into my bed?” I mumbled, smiling all the more as my brain registered whose scent that was.
“The best kind.” Nix chuckled behind me, snuggling me closer.
My eyes remained closed as I shuffled into his embrace, enjoying the lazy, intimate moment that bloomed naturally.
Lips found my neck, and the innocent kiss made my toes curl. We’d all been so busy, tension so high, that it felt downright amazing to be getting some personal attention.
So, I clearly didn’t complain when Nix’s hand moved from my waist to under my camisole to cup my breast. His skin was warm, large hands covering the small mound as fingers teased my nipple.
Squirming in his grip, I didn’t pull away. Sure, we both had things we needed to do, but it felt almost necessary to steal this moment with him. In the swirling chaos, I anchored myself to his presence, letting it ground me in the moment and hold the stress at bay for at least a little while.
Eyes still closed, I hummed lightly as Nix kissed my neck, his teasing fingers circling my hardening nipple until they moved down steadily. I really hadn’t planned on doing this this morning, but I wasn’t about to stop him.
I could use the stress relief.
“Did you sneak in here just to mess around?” I laughed, nudging my butt into Nix’s obvious erection.
“You know, I honestly didn’t, but getting in here with you, with that delicious scent of yours, the way you feel against me, I just can’t help it.”
Nix’s fingers curled around my hip, digging into the soft flesh before slipping beneath my sleep shorts. Slowly, he brushed them across my folds; his featherlight touch had me tingling everywhere. He hadn’t even gone inside, simply smoothing over my skin to tease me.
“Nix,” I whined, wiggling my hips. “Please.”
He chuckled into my ear, his breath tickling my neck, then a finger slid up my seam until it found my clit, circling it quickly. I jerked against him, the sensation a welcome shock, and a tiny moan burst out of me.
Time and space blurred, responsibilities forgotten, as Nix fingered me, his cock pressing against my ass. I rubbed against him, hoping to spur him on. In only a few minutes, Nix had me whimpering as I fought the urge to cry out, letting the waves of release crash through me.
A heavy breath escaped me, and I hummed happily, melting into his embrace. Nix’s erection still pressed against me, and my pussy clenched at the thought of him filling me. It’d been a minute, and I wasn’t too embarrassed to admit that I was a little desperate.
“She needs more,” a rough, familiar voice said from the other side of the room, making me jump, gripping the sheets.
Bastian.
In my sleepy, aroused state, I’d forgotten that he had been in the room when I’d fallen asleep, having refused to leave my side again.
Opening my eyes, I almost jumped again when he leaned forward in his armchair, watching what Nix was doing to me intently.
Oh my.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at Bastian, the hunger in his eyes palpable, and Nix’s hold on my hip tightened.
Without looking at him, Bastian spoke to Nix. “Don’t you want to please our mate? Give her what she needs?”
I looked over my shoulder at Nix, and he smiled at me, then eyed his clanmate. “And what exactly does she need, Bastian?”
I had no idea what was going on. I glanced between the two of them, who were apparently having some kind of mental conversation I wasn’t privy to.
Still, the tension was thick in the air, and I couldn’t deny the idea of performing for Bastian was oddly intriguing.
Did he want to watch? Did I kind of love that idea?
Yes. One hundred percent.
He and I hadn’t gone any further than our kiss… but something about this idea felt right.
“Take her clothes off. Start with her shirt and work your way down.” Bastian’s stare drilled into me. I was helpless to look away as Nix’s hands found my shoulders, pushing down the straps of my top.
Once they’d fallen, he reached for the hem of my shirt, gathering it in his hands before lifting it over my head. Just as he was about to let it drop to the floor, Bastian tsked. “Toss it here.”
Nix did, and Bastian caught it easily, bringing my shirt to his nose as he inhaled deeply, still staring right at me. “Now her shorts. Kiss her legs as you pull them down.”
Nix eagerly got onto his knees, and I reflexively lay down, angling myself so that I could maintain heated eye contact with Bastian. There was something about his gaze that was so intense it was impossible to look away. Even though Nix was the one touching me, Bastian was in control.
Nix whipped off the blanket, making me yelp in surprise. And then he was dragging my shorts down my legs, kissing my hips and thighs and calves as he pulled them off.
Pausing, he turned toward Bastian, holding up my shorts.
When no reply came, Nix dropped them to the floor, sitting back on his heels.
I flicked a glance at him. He beamed at me, apparently on cloud fucking nine.
I returned my gaze to Bastian, who inched forward on his chair, still gripping my shirt, knuckles going white with the intensity of it.
“Now the rest of it,” Bastian growled, his narrowed eyes pinned on me so intently that I could feel it. “Slowly.”
A strange, needy throb started inside me as Nix pulled off my underwear, his lips finding the crook of my hips, making me moan, and then dancing lower and lower until he was kissing my ankle.
Logically, I knew it was him. I knew Nix was kissing me, touching me.
But in every other way, I felt Bastian doing it.
It was his lips, his fingers, and my nerves buzzed, aching for more.
“Good,” Bastian groaned, and I half-expected him to lean back and start stroking himself.
I wouldn’t have objected to that at all.
But he didn’t. He just kept that stare glued on me, all his focus on watching. “Get down on your stomach. Throw her legs over your shoulders. Taste her.”
Even though I’d heard the order, I was still surprised when Nix executed it so rapidly. Before I could cling to a solid thought, he had my legs over his shoulders, and his tongue met my pussy. I squeaked, arching, my eyes snapping shut.
“Eyes on me,” Bastian growled.
I did as I was told, meeting his hungry gaze as Nix feasted.
The warm, wet sensation lit me up, the swirls over my clit igniting my core as only a dragon could. Nix devoured me as if he were starving, and I moaned, whimpering while I cracked my lids to look at Bastian, to hold his intense gaze as I hurtled toward another orgasm.
“Use your fingers. Fill her. Make her squirm,” Bastian commanded, his eyes eager and tense. He looked like he was in pain—blissful, exquisite pain.
I reached for the head between my legs, fisting the hair, imagining dark waves between my fingers, imagining the rasp of a beard against my skin as Bastian ate me out.
I came. Hard.
“Ugh!” My entire body shook as the release powered through me. My eyes rolled back, images of Nix and Bastian blurring together until I couldn’t tell one from the other.
The moment the wave backed off, I heard Bastian growl out, “Pull your cock out. Get our mate on her hands and knees. She needs to be knotted. That pretty, aching pussy needs a knot. Now.”
I was blown away by his words, but immensely less so by the way I was quickly scooped up and set down so my hips were in the air, my hands bracing my weight.
Turning my head to the side, I stared at Bastian as suddenly I was filled up so much, I cried out, my walls clamping down on the shaft inside me. His shaft.
A relentless pace started quickly, and I moaned as Nix fucked me without abandon.
I had learned that Nix did well with a little commanding praise before, but apparently, this also hit the spot for him, judging by the groan escaping him.
My head fell to the bed as I dropped onto my shoulders, angling my hips even higher, creating the perfect angle, so the tip of his cock grazed against that spot that made me see stars.
I gazed at Bastian with lidded eyes as he focused on me, fingers digging into my hips.
“Let me hear you say it.” Bastian’s voice was a low, rough growl as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Let me hear you beg for the knot.”
“Please,” I whimpered. “Please, knot me. I need it. I need it now.”
The last word came out in a keening cry as the powerful strokes behind me sent me right to the edge again.
“Knot her. Now.”
I didn’t blink. I barely did anything but exist in the hot-as-fuck space we created as Nix’s knot began to sink in.
It stretched me, and I arched against the sensations, reminding myself to relax.
It always felt so incredible but no less intense, no matter how many times I took one.
Getting knotted was fucking amazing—and a welcome challenge every time.
And then he was inside me, all of him. I cried out, and short, potent thrusts rocked us both, squeaking the bed as his knot expanded more, locking us together.
My pussy was stretched to its limits, and I fucking loved it.
The intensity set me off again, and I clamped down on his knot, squeezing.
A desperate groan sounded behind me as I felt him thicken and pulse, emptying himself inside me.
As soon as the euphoria began to ease off, Nix collapsed onto me, and we did our best to get onto our sides so we could wait for his knot to recede. My breathing was so loud, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the way my body felt.
“Holy shit,” Nix said, giggling to himself.
I couldn’t help but laugh with him, glancing over at Bastian as I said, “Understatement.”