Paranormal Dating Agency: Claimed by Her Dragons (Kindle Worlds Novella) Page 5

  He spoke in such a calm voice, while her heart nearly beat out of her chest. Each of them was not only incredibly handsome but protective—why she’d freaked out was starting to come back to her—and patient. Heck, they’d seen her naked hours ago, and while she’d smelled their arousal, had been able to even in the crowded room earlier, they hadn’t pushed the point. Her cat, who had never been that thrilled with anyone she chose to sleep with, did not feel that way about these men. Look at how the bratty feline had flung herself on them.

  She’d done what Gina hadn’t had the courage to do. But, looking at their faces, eyes dilated with desire to reveal the entirely of the flames flickering inside, their cocks digging into her back and thighs, she realized she’d better get brave and fast. Sure, her job was great, but she was getting older by the day, and even shifter looks were not magazine-cover worthy forever, not in the youth culture out there. She’d better take advantage of a great opportunity and tumble these boys into bed.

  They had suggested forever, but she knew better. Men were always a disappointment in the end. They eventually decided they wanted someone less pushy, more feminine and sweet than her. And thinner. But for tonight, she was all for it, would pretend they wanted her forever, and that this weekend was just the start of bigger things to come.

  “Sure. To the bedroom,” she said in a muted tone.

  “What enthusiasm!” Sky crowed as he stood and scooped her up into his arms. “I think she likes us, Thunder.”

  “I think you’re right.”

  She watched over Sky’s shoulder as the blond, green-eyed Thunder stripped, leaving a trail of clothing from the main room to the bedroom. Why had she ever thought a guy had to be tanned to be sexy? This dragon’s creamy complexion gave him an alabaster cast, like a statue, or maybe someone who’d modeled for it. By the time he had kicked off his shoes and shimmied his slacks over his hips, Sky had come to a stop at the bed. Sure, Thunder had also been close to naked before, in the bathroom, but she’d been so concerned with appearing calm and collected under the unusual circumstances, she hadn’t been able to appreciate the whole picture.

  The mattress was huge, with plenty of room for three, probably enough for six or seven. Luckily, because these were big men. And… her curves took up a little space, too. He settled her on the edge of the bed and straightened, grasping the hem of his shirt. Under her hungry gaze, Sky pulled the shirt over his head, and Thunder let his boxers drop. Hello. How had he not made more of an impression on her before? Her little rubbing session before they arrived might have taken the edge off, but nothing about this man, or the other one, who now was stepping out of his boxer briefs and certainly matched his friend in length and girth.

  One of them would be enough for anyone. Two of them…might it be too much? She remembered her conversation with Juniper.

  “I don’t think there is a guy out there who can handle all my awesome.”

  “Then tell her you need two.”

  She had joked about two, but, faced with them, fight or flight possessed her. She sat there, clutching the edge of the mattress as the two approached. At least six-five, probably taller than that, each had a subtly different form of masculine beauty, each with developed musculature that made her want to run her fingers along his chest and abs and down to his… Shaking her head she lifted her chin. She’d take two. And leave them missing her when their weekend was over. But if she expected them to take their pleasure and walk away, she was gladly mistaken.

  Thunder sat beside her and kissed her cheeks, nose, forehead, and finally her mouth. He took her down to lie on the bed while Sky urged her thighs apart and knelt between them. Before she could breathe, he’d buried his head in her pussy, his hot mouth open on her clit, sucking, licking, and biting.

  The other dragon, Thunder, continued kissing her, but trailed his lips down her throat to her collarbone and sucked on the skin there. By now, all her attention centered on the mouth between her legs, so when Thunder’s lips closed on her nipple, when he bit down hard enough to hurt, she squeaked, torn between the pleasure and the pain.

  Long fingers inserted themselves in her pussy, pumping slowly in and out while the flat of Sky’s tongue worked her labia and clit. Thunder switched nipples, pinching the one he’d been sucking on between finger and thumb.

  Sky sucked harder and worked his thumb, slick with her juices, back toward her bottom. He circled there, still lapping at her pussy, Thunder sucking on her nipples and when the thump breached her ass, the thick digit stretching her and making her imagine what his cock would feel like, she fell into a screaming orgasm, writhing under them and calling out both their names. Maybe both names both of them used. She didn’t know.

  She only knew, the orgasm shot her into outer space, where stars and planets whirled and people exploded into their most elemental bits.

  Chapter Six

  Gina woke in a tangle of arms and legs. Outside the window, the moon hung low in the sky, but other than that, she didn’t know how long she’d slept. A few hours, probably. She ached in places she hadn’t even known she had after such an athletic session with the two dragons. Nothing in her previous life had prepared her for the experience, but she’d never forget it, either. She freed her pinned calves and worked her way out from under the heavy arm across her chest then settled back and tried to sleep again. It seemed likely the men would want her again when they woke. At least she hoped they would.

  They’d been so giving, made her the center of their lovemaking, spent so much time on her, she’d been almost relieved when they finally found their own peaks. A smile lifted the edge of her lips. When she helped them get there. That’s right. She’d brought off two of the hottest men she’d ever met, at the same time, on her knees, with her lips and hands.

  She’d sat them side by side on the bed and gone back and forth, trying to keep both of them at the edge as long as possible, like a circus act, keeping plates spinning. And she’d drunk both their cum. With pleasure and pride.

  After that, they’d all passed out, exhausted.

  And remembering…she didn’t even blush. Somehow these men made her feel like an accomplished woman, one who knew what her men needed and provided it. A very nice feeling indeed. As she rolled onto her side, Sky curled around her from behind, his dick nudging the crack of her ass.

  Now, her face heated. While they hadn’t forced the issue, she definitely got the impression they would like to have her there. Could she take them both at the same time? One in her pussy and the other in an area she’d never allowed any man to enter before. She’d shut down the very idea when a former lover suggested it.

  But, in this case, with these men, she wanted to give them anything they liked. Since their every touch set her on fire, the two of them inside her at the same time didn’t sound bad. In fact, it sounded pretty darn good. If a little frightening. But intriguing. An arm came around her shoulders, and his warm breath caressed her ear. Instantly, she was wet and ready. She’d never been like that. Usually, it took hours of foreplay for her to be ready to do the deed. And more often than not, she’d only achieved orgasm after she got home. By herself. With the help of Bob.

  Amazing. She held very still, trying to tell if both guys were asleep before easing out from between them and crawling straight to the foot of the bed. Driven by nature’s call, she tiptoed to the restroom and then emerged. Although their wineglasses still stood on the nightstand, her dry mouth required something with a little less tannic. Water. With a glance at the bed and the two men lying with all that open space between them—space with her name on it—she decided to head for the kitchenette and a glass of cold water. She needed to rehydrate before they got her going again. On a chair lay a shirt discarded by one of the guys, and she pulled it on, secretly pleased it fit her. One of the disadvantages of being tall and curvy was the inability to do sexy things like wear her lovers’ shirts. But the two men were not only several inches taller than her, but so broad shouldered, she almost swam in the shir
t.

  Nice.

  Sky’s red hair lay on the pillow under his head, dark as blood in the moonlight, but Thunder’s blond was pale as ever, maybe paler, almost glowing. Their features lay in shadow, but she didn’t need to see them to remember how handsome they were. Or their extraordinary eyes. Leaning on the counter, she considered their night together so far. When they’d shown up in the bathroom, earlier, she’d thought maybe there was something between them, but at no point had they touched one another, so she must have been mistaken.

  “Hi.”

  Spinning on a heel, she came face-to-face with Thunder. How could she ever have thought Walter suited him? Such an ordinary name. “Hi yourself. Want some water?” Hostess-mode always worked when in doubt of what to say.

  “Sure, but I’ll get it.” The dragon stepped past her, took a glass from the shelf over the bar, and held it under the faucet. He grabbed a couple of ice cubes from the freezer and dropped them into his drink. “So, what brings you out to the kitchen so late at night?”

  “I was thirsty,” she said. “And you?”

  “I was looking for you. Wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He’d taken the time to pull on underwear, she noted, but, judging from the tight fit of the soft cotton boxers, he was more than just concerned.

  “I’m fine,” she said, setting the empty water glass in the sink. “Just woke up thirsty. Ready to go back to bed?”

  “Sure, if you want.” He placed his glass by hers. “Or we could stay up and talk for a while. It’s been so crazy, we didn’t have the chance to really get to know one another.”

  “We did go right to the main event,” she said. “But it was fun. Really.” Why didn’t he look like he believed her?

  “Yeah, it was. But I want to know more about you. Where do you come from? What’s it like doing your job?’

  “Isn’t it kind of late at night for such a deep conversation?”

  But she allowed him to lead her to one of the deep sofas and sit her down, laying his head in her lap.

  “That’s better,” she said. “If I’m going to be interrogated, I want to be comfortable.” She stroked a lock of hair into place. “I want you to be comfortable, too.”

  “Planning to interrogate me?” he quipped, and she nodded.

  “I do have some questions, but they can wait until you ask yours.” The gas fireplace flickered; outside the tall glass windows San Francisco twinkled and glowed. “So, start.”

  Thunder chuckled. “Okay, where do you come from?”

  She left her hand in place on his head. “I come from a lot of places. My mom traveled around doing odd jobs while I was really little, but I hardly remember anything about that time.

  When she disappeared, I was placed with a foster family. A human foster family who eventually adopted me. Mom had apparently been banished or left her pride, so nobody knew I even was a shifter.”

  He wrapped an arm around her, and she rested her cheek on his bare chest. “That must have been hard,” he murmured.

  “It wasn’t, not really. I didn’t remember anything else. In fact, I didn’t even know I was different from the other kids. So few of their parents came to school events and things, at least both sides of the family. The humans, at least in my experience, just didn’t put family first. And, until I shifted, I didn’t even know there was another way.”

  “It must have been frightening, though, when that happened. What did you think was going on?”

  “I didn’t have a clue.” She rested her head on his arm. “I didn’t look in the mirror for a while afterward.” The memory was still strong. “I didn’t know what happened, why I’d changed, or if they had.”

  “I’d hate for young of mine to have to be so isolated from the rest.”

  Her voice, when she replied, was so soft Thunder could barely hear it. “Me, too.”

  “Come on.” He turned her toward the bedroom and gave her a spank on her bottom. “Let’s go back to bed.” Halfway down the hall, he spanked her again, smiling when she yelped and sped her steps. “I think you like that.”

  “No,” she called over her shoulder. “I don’t.”

  “Fibber. If you had pants on, they’d be on fire.”

  She winked at him. “On fire for you. And Sky.” And didn’t he like hearing that!

  In the bedroom, they found Sky awake and waiting for them. He held out his arms, and she climbed on top of him and leaned down for a kiss. They looked amazing together. Light and darkness, red and ebony curls. While not quite as pale as Thunder, Sky was still very white.

  Gina shimmied lower, following her progress with her lips until she lay over Thunder’s legs, gripping his cock. And the man did have a hell of a dick. He remembered that from, well, from the incident. But, watching her open her ruby lips and close them over the head was insanely arousing. Thunder clasped his own dick, squeezing and releasing, watching her head bob. But her bottom up in the air gave him ideas. Really good ideas. Her pussy glistened; her arousal scented the air.

  Approaching, he ran a finger along her pussy, gliding in the wetness. He dragged it from front to back, dipping into her channel along the way and then circling her anus. The ring of muscle tightened under his touch, but he stayed there, playing, bringing more of her juices until she relaxed and allowed a fingertip in, then a finger, then two. “Someday, soon, you’ll take me there, beauty.” But, for now, he contented himself with showing her the pleasure she could find, and with scissoring his fingers to stretch her. To ready her. When she tensed, he slapped her bottom, once on each cheek, until she relaxed. “That’s it, beauty. You like a little spanking, don’t you?”

  Her muffled groan from around Sky’s dick answered him.

  “That’s so good to know.” He gave another thwack to her right cheek then her left, rewarded by a trickle of her cream down her thigh. He’d never get tired of that. He couldn’t wait another moment. Gripping her hips, he held them still and lined his cock up with her pussy from behind.

  She moaned again, head still moving up and down over Sky’s cock, his friend’s face slack in ecstasy in the moonlight.

  “Hold still, beauty. I’ve got you.” She dropped her back lower, sending her bottom higher, and he plunged inside, her slick pussy stretching around his dick in a way that almost sent him into spontaneous orgasm. Nobody had ever felt like this. She expanded just enough to allow him in, a little more on each thrust until finally he was fully seated, balls bouncing against her pussy. He stopped then, and so did she. The three of them in stasis. All connected. Earlier that night, they’d both made her their focus. But this felt different. Closer. Important. A beginning. Shifting back, he drove in again and again, and as if by unspoken signal, Gina went back to sucking Sky deep into her mouth again, bringing him closer, squeezing her muscles around Thunder at the same time. Their rhythm was as old as time, tension and pleasure intertwined in a long climb up the cliff toward the precipice. They’d all gotten off just a few hours before, but that didn’t seem to slow them down.

  His knees trembled as he plunged into her and drew back, her whimpers telling him he was hitting the spot that gave her the most enjoyment possible. That’s right, beauty. By the end of the weekend, we need you to agree to mate me. Us. He thrust deep and paused as his cum surged from his balls through his penis and into her pussy. Us. What that would mean, he didn’t know, but as she gripped him in her orgasm and Sky roared his pleasure, pumping down her throat, he shuddered and shook and roared as well. In any other hotel, her yowls and their roars would have brought security.

  Not here.

  His last thought, as they tumbled into a satisfied heap, was that one way or another they had to stay together. Maybe he and Sky weren’t a love story on their own. But they were part of the love story with her.

  And that might be enough.

  Chapter Seven

  It will never be enough.

  But it is something.

  Which was massively better than the nothing he’d been living for so
long.

  The thought waited for Thunder when he woke with morning sunshine slanting over the bed. Looked like San Francisco had decided to bestow one of its rare and beautiful sunny winter days upon them. His mood rose even higher as he cast a glance across the bed to see Gina and Sky curled together, her black curls against his red, the sheets shoved down to show their torsos. Her curves and his muscles.

  A strong sense of protectiveness filled him. The alpha’s second son, he’d never expected to feel that way. But these two brought it out. He’d kill anyone who laid a hand on either of them in anger or to cause harm. Never think twice about it. And he’d have to talk with Sky later because the desire that led to their friendship ending hadn’t died. He’d always known that, deep inside, but had stifled it, buried it as deep as possible to avoid the sharp pain of loss. But, now, with Gina in their midst, the banked flames roared back to life.

  Standing, he padded to the bathroom and then grabbed his phone on the way back, glancing at the screen. “Shit! Gina, Sky, it’s eleven o’clock. We already messed up the meet and greet. If everyone starts wandering up here to find us now…well, let’s say the camel won’t handle it well.”

  Gina blinked at him. “What time does it start?”

  “Now.”

  “Holy cow. Or maybe camel.” She scrambled out of bed and raced to her suitcase. With an armload of clothes, she scooted into the bathroom and slammed the door. “Go ahead without me,” she called from inside. “I look like something the cat dragged in. And not my kind of cat. I’ll be down in a bit.”

  Sky pulled a pillow over his head and groaned. “No…I need to sleep a little longer. Go without me, too.”

  Thunder dragged it off his face. “Not a chance. I got just as little rest as you. We can take a nap between the brunch and the dinner dance. But, for now, if I have to go, you do, too.” Daring, he bent and planted a kiss on the other man’s lips. A fast, firm, closed-mouthed one, but he hoped the message carried over. “The other shower. Upstairs. You first. I’m going to check my emails.”