24. Rowan
Rowan
“Are you sure you want all of us?” Bastian asked, nipping at my neck. My four mates all had ravenous expressions, and I was the best damn meal of their lives.
My hand fisted in his hair, forcing him to look at me. He could have easily pulled away from my grasp, but judging by the way his eyes darkened and he pressed himself closer to me, he quite liked it.
“Fuck me,” I commanded.
The fucker had the nerve to chuckle. “All in good time.”
Orsen stepped in front of me, and I was pushed between the two dragons. He cupped my face with one hand, his eyes sparkling with wicked purpose.
Hands—I’m not sure whose—reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, leaving me in just my bra and jeans.
Naturally, Nix wanted to get me naked as fast as humanly possible.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Orsen muttered, pulling back to appreciate the view for a moment.
Bastian, still nipping at my neck and making me squirm, unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
There was a small voice in the back of my mind telling me I should have been anxious. I was in a room, half-naked, with four dragon shifters. Only… I wasn’t worried at all. I was hungry.
Bastian’s hands circled me, one going to my chest, cupping my breast, flicking the nipple lazily.
The other went lower. Expertly flicking my jeans open, he didn’t hesitate, slipping his fingers into my underwear.
“She’s fucking soaked,” Bastian growled, running his finger over my clit, making me twitch in his arms. “Her pussy is begging for attention.”
“Good. I want our girl needy and pleading for our cocks.” Orsen grinned, leaning down and taking the nipple Bastian wasn’t torturing into his mouth, lavishing it with attention.
Overwhelming sensations crashed through me. Between the lips on my neck, the attention on my nipples, and Bastian massaging my clit, I was lost. Trying to string together a thought was impossible.
I had the distinct impression that I was in for the ride of my life, and the only thing I could do was enjoy it.
Bastian’s fingers slid lower, making me tremble as he slowly filled me, taking his sweet time exploring my pussy with his fingers, growling in appreciation as he did so.
“I think our girl likes that.” Orsen watched my face intently, teeth still lightly holding my nipple, a smile on his face as I squirmed between the two of them.
“Do you like it when I fuck your pussy with my fingers, mate?” Bastian asked, his pace increasing, gliding repeatedly over my G-spot.
How was I supposed to communicate when I was so overwhelmed? All I could do was nod and let out a small, keening whine.
“Make her come, Bastian. She’s already close.”
“So responsive for us, our perfect mate,” he cooed, clamping his teeth down on the flesh beneath my ear.
Writhing between them, I lost myself to the sensations created by their hands and mouth, my pleasure already sky high, my core clenching desperately, searching for more.
My knees shook as my release hit me with blinding intensity. A cry of pleasure escaped me as Bastian’s strong grip kept me upright. His movements never slowed, milking every wave of pleasure out of me.
“Such a pretty sight,” Nix hummed from where he was sprawled across the bed. His cock was already out as he stroked it languidly, enjoying the show.
“The prettiest.” Greylen’s voice brought my attention to my other side, and I raked my eyes over his body when he stripped down, making that pool of heat in my belly turn into a blazing fire.
Part of me couldn’t believe I was about to do this with all four of them, but I was overwhelmingly excited about it.
I turned in Orsen’s arms and smirked at Bastian. While I’d been distracted, he had somehow found the time to take his shirt off.
I wasn’t complaining.
I nipped his pec. His skin tasted dark and rich. A guttural groan escaped Bastian as his hand fisted the hair at the nape of my neck.
A hiss escaped me, the tug on my roots doing something wicked to my nerves.
Every sensation went straight to my pussy, and God, I was floating from all this attention.
But I wanted to see my mates enjoying themselves, too.
I wanted to relish that look in their eyes when I was giving them something they needed, and I was going to start with Bastian.
As I sunk to my knees, I tugged his jeans open, letting his cock spring free.
Fuck me. That thing is going to hurt.
My hand came up to wrap around his length, his considerable length. A small part of me was worried about how I would be able to take such a thick shaft—despite having done it before—but another part of me, possibly my extremely greedy pussy, clenched in anticipation.
My hand glided up and down, admiring him before meeting his eyes.
“If you keep looking at me like that, mate, I’m going to come before you even get started,” he growled.
I failed to see a problem with that.
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, slowly licking the tip. I wanted to taste him.
A salty flavor exploded in my mouth as Bastian’s hand clenched tighter in my hair. My pussy wept at the sensation. It wasn’t painful, per se; it was controlling, and apparently, I liked that a lot.
“Are you teasing me, mate?” he asked in a gravelly voice, those eyes boring all the way through me.
“Me? Never?” I smiled, lapping at the head of his cock.
I waited, enjoying my exploration, while Bastian started to grumble and growl. When his grip tightened, I opened up and took his length into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. After a few deep breaths and a little focus, and I had taken every inch.
“Fuck,” Bastian rumbled, his eyes going out of focus, but never looking away from me.
Smiling around his cock, I swallowed, pleased when he groaned, the veins in his neck throbbing.
Even though I was the one on my knees, his hand gripping my hair, it was a powerful feeling to see him come apart for me, his pleasure painted so beautifully across his features.
I wanted more.
After placing my hands on his thighs, I relaxed my throat and let Bastian take over, fucking my throat in a way that made my pussy ache with desperate need.
If I didn’t get a cock in me soon, I was going to riot.
A fact Orsen seemed to pick up on because I felt him kneel behind me, his fingers teasing my folds as Bastian drove his length down my throat.
I whimpered as Orsen kept me right on the edge, humming while Bastian picked up speed.
Sensations of ecstasy took over at that point, and I lost track of everything that wasn’t the howling need for release and my mate’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth.
Seconds later, Bastian came, flooding my tongue with his release. I wanted to take more, to have my lips around his knot, but his firm grip kept me in place. Instead, I had to make do with squeezing his knot with my hands as I desperately lapped at the tip.
Nix groaned. “Fuck me, that’s better than any porn I’ve ever seen.”
Greylen muttered in agreement before adding, “And I think it’s high time we joined the show.”
In the haze of enjoyment that gripped me, I was suddenly moving. Orsen lifted me and carried me to the bed where Nix sat. He settled me in Nix’s lap, Orsen’s broad chest behind me, and then Nix practically dove at the juncture between my thighs, his mouth going right for my drenched pussy.
“Make our mate feel good.” Orsen’s voice rumbled in my ear, his lips teasing my skin.
Nix shot me a dazzling smile from between my legs, his eyes meeting mine. “You don’t need to tell me twice.”
They were toying with me, taking their time. I wanted to growl at them, to bury my hand in Nix’s hair and make him give me exactly what I wanted because I was less than patient.
Orsen’s hand came up to wrap around my throat, not hard enough to cut off the airflow, but enough to make me shiver with the power of it.
Nix timed his sucking on my clit perfectly, fluttering his lips against me and making me squirm. I had nowhere to go, and I didn’t really want to, of course, but the sensations were so intense. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted more of them or needed a break.
Actually… I knew exactly what I wanted.
“Please, fuck me, please! I need more,” I sobbed as Orsen nipped at my earlobe, hand still firmly on my throat. Nix was unrelenting, and I was coming undone beneath that skilled tongue of his.
And then his fingers found me, hooking into my walls and making me whimper.
“Do you want me to fuck you while Nix plays with that pretty clit?” Orsen suggested, his voice velvet and fire.
It took a moment for his words to sink in… Did he mean?
When had he even removed his pants?
“Please,” I cried as Nix massaged my G-spot, his tongue flicking at my clit.
“Good girl.” Nix smirked, pulling back, his fingers leaving me. I wanted to cry at the loss, but I didn’t have to wait long. The pair of them worked as a team, grabbing my thighs and lifting me…
Right onto Orsen’s cock.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned, throwing my head back as my pussy was pulled perfectly around his thick shaft. He filled me so much, and I had to breathe as I settled around him, the blunt head of his erection reaching my cervix.
I was so lost in the stretch of being filled by Orsen, I didn’t see Nix lowering his mouth to my clit, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves deep into his mouth.
“Fuck!” I shouted, jerking in their grip as lightning danced through my nerves.
Orsen chuckled. “Feel good, princess?”
I nodded, a garbled moan escaping me. It was too much, and I needed all of it.
My body hummed, every sensation building on the last, rushing me toward the edge of another release.
I didn’t know it was possible to come again so soon, but my body didn’t seem to care, ratcheting up more and more, my muscles clamping down on Orsen’s cock.
He gently rocked inside me, as Nix swirled his tongue around my clit before licking the ring of flesh that stretched around Orsen.
That sent me over the edge.