Kiss of Embers (The Dragon Lairds #5)

Chapter 19

Chapter

Nineteen

ZARA

T he men were on me the second my T-shirt hit the floor.

The bed dipped as they climbed over me, their eyes fierce and glowing. Struan smoothed rough hands up my legs, spreading my thighs wide. Cool air hit my heated folds, and both men growled.

“I’ve got to taste this pussy,” Struan rasped.

Finn moved faster than I could track, settling behind me and tugging my back against his chest. He gripped me under both knees and pulled my thighs to my chest.

“Make her come,” Finn ordered.

Struan plunged his face between my legs and latched onto my clit.

The world splintered. I screamed as an orgasm ripped through me, pleasure coming in hot waves. I’d been trembling on the edge since Struan and I raced through the jungle. Now, I plunged over the cliff, my back bowing as I flew apart.

Struan’s growl vibrated my core as he licked and sucked me through it, feasting like a starving man. Dimly, I was aware of his big hands forcing my thighs wider as he pushed his face into my pussy and devoured me.

Finn nuzzled my neck as he held my legs to my chest, keeping me splayed lewdly. A sharp fang trailed down my thundering pulse. The rich, mysterious scent of incense filled my lungs.

As I spiraled down, Finn slipped a hand between my legs. Panting, I opened my eyes to see Struan lift his head. His nose and mouth were glossy with my arousal. He sprawled between my thighs, his broad shoulders kissed by the lantern light. He turned his head and kissed my inner thigh as Finn circled two firm fingers around my clit.

Aftershocks rippled through me, and I cried out as Finn pushed his finger into Struan’s mouth. Struan moaned, his gaze searing mine as he sucked my juices. Finn repeated the motion, slicking his fingers up and down my pussy and then pressing them between Struan’s lips.

After a moment, Finn’s breath fluttered over my ear. “My turn, sweet Zara.” He pushed two thick fingers inside me, then sucked them into his own mouth. His appreciative growl rumbled against my back. Then he was turning me, his muscles flexing as he maneuvered me so I straddled his hips.

“I was generous, letting Struan taste you first. But my generosity only goes so far.” He grasped my waist and lifted me. “Ride me, lass. I need to feel your pretty cunt squeezing my dick.”

Struan appeared on his knees at my side, the cock cage glittering between his legs. He grasped Finn’s dick and held it steady.

I shivered, and the three of us watched as Finn lowered me slowly onto his dick. Heat and pressure spread through my pussy, which throbbed to the point of pain. My lips flared around Finn’s cockhead. A whimper caught in my throat as my walls stretched to accommodate his shaft.

Finn’s fingers bit into my waist and then he lifted me, his cockhead slipping free with a wet squelch. My muscles clenched. My opening gaped. The men groaned in unison as Struan rubbed Finn’s slit around my entrance, stirring my arousal until the slick sounds overpowered our ragged breaths. It was so filthy. So utterly wanton.

“Please,” I gasped. “More. Please.”

Red flames danced in Finn’s eyes as he once again lowered me, filling me inch by inch. I went eagerly, my head tipping back as I finally, finally got what I needed. Heat and pressure. A sweet burn that slid into throbbing pleasure. I was fully impaled, Finn’s cock stretching my opening and nudging my womb.

Struan tangled a hand in my hair and turned my head, his lips claiming mine as Finn claimed my pussy. My eyes slid shut. Dizzying pleasure spun through me as I began to move my hips, rocking so my clit slid over Finn’s shaft.

Struan thrust his tongue deep, and I tasted myself on his lips. Warm hands caressed my breasts, fingers squeezing and plucking at my nipples. My pussy clenched. I moaned into Struan’s mouth. He stroked his tongue against mine a final time and then broke off the kiss. Blue eyes flashed, and then he moved behind me.

Finn’s chuckle drew my gaze. Humor and lust gleamed in his eyes as he thrust inside me, matching the grind of my hips. “You’re about to discover Struan’s favorite thing, Zara love.”

A callused palm caressed my shoulder, and then Struan pressed me down. Finn caught me against him, his hands in my hair and his lips on mine. My breasts mashed against his smooth chest. Lost in the kiss and the thrust of his cock, I barely registered Struan running a finger down the crack of my ass. Then he pushed my cheeks wide.

I squealed into Finn’s mouth, shock popping my eyes open. At once, Finn slowed his thrusts.

“Easy,” Struan rasped behind me. He smoothed his palms over my cheeks, and his warm breath fluttered over my asshole. “I want to taste you here, Zara.” A pleading note entered his voice as he gave one of my cheeks a gentle squeeze. “Say yes.”

“Only if you want to,” Finn said, stroking my hair back from my face. He kissed my nose, tenderness gleaming in his eyes. “You’re in control, my love.”

My love. My heart pounded as I stared into his eyes. Could I fall in love with him? With Struan? As swiftly as the questions formed, the answers followed.

“Yes,” I whispered. Yes, I could love these men. I was halfway there already.

“That’s my good lass,” Finn murmured. He pulled me into another kiss as he resumed his thrusts. A beat later, something hot and warm delved between my cheeks. Slippery and wet. So very forbidden. Pressing my cheeks wide, Struan fluttered his tongue over my asshole. Metal clinked, and I realized it was the padlock striking his cage. An image of how we must look formed in my mind. Me sprawled over Finn’s chest with his dick spearing me. Struan on his knees behind me, his face buried in my ass and his cock leaking through the bars of his cage.

Struan swiped his tongue around my rim. At the same moment, Finn reached between our bodies and stroked my clit hard.

I flew apart again. Colors burst behind my closed eyelids. My pussy clenched hard. Finn moaned and sucked on my tongue. He thrust harder, driving his dick into me.

“Coming,” he panted against my lips. “I’m coming so hard in this pussy, Zara. Fuck!” He squeezed my hips and gave a final thrust. Heat flooded me. Struan growled and stabbed his tongue inside me, setting off a hot, frazzled loop of pleasure. It ran from my clit to my ass, driving me into another blinding orgasm.

My vision blurred. The world slid in and out of focus, and then I was on my back with Struan and Finn on either side of me. My heartbeat throbbed in my clit. Goosebumps pebbled on my skin as they teased and stroked, running their hands over my belly and breasts. Slowly, I floated back to myself, a moan in my throat as Struan tipped my chin toward him and seized my lips. A second mouth trailed light kisses down my neck and then latched onto one of my nipples. Gentle fingers stroked between my legs, teasing my sensitive clit.

They explored my body like they meant to memorize it, their hands mapping every curve and hollow. And they moved in perfect harmony, one abandoning my lips for my breasts just as the other claimed my mouth. The three of us moved together, our pleasured sighs and soft moans drifting around the bed. Hot mouths sucked at my nipples. Fangs nibbled at my throat.

And then Struan loomed over me with earnest blue eyes. He braced himself with a palm on either side of my head and his hips wedged between my thighs. His nipples were tight, pink points on his round pecs. The cock cage gleamed around his dick, the bars tight against his shaft.

“Let me fuck you, Zara,” he whispered.

Finn lay propped on his elbow next to us, a roguish lock of chocolate-brown hair spilling over his forehead. A lazy smile gleamed in his gray eyes as he waited for my answer.

Deep in my mind, my wolf lifted her head. Power rose under my skin. I ran my hands down Struan’s flanks, thrilling at the way he shivered, his eyes closing on that low, masculine whimper that was quickly becoming one of my favorite things. The cage lured me, and I gave in, running my hands over the warm metal.

“Oh… fuck ,” Struan rasped. He hung his head, and I knew he watched as I stroked the bars before slipping my hand under his shaft to cup his balls. The skin stretched tight over the heavy globes.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, tracing the thick metal ring behind his testicles.

He lifted sapphire eyes to mine. “Yes, but it hurts so good.”

The power flared hotter, pumping hard through my veins. He was completely at my mercy. Just as Finn said, Struan’s power was in my hands. Struan was in my hands, just waiting for me to direct and control him.

I crooked a finger at him. “Come up here.”

His eyes widened. “You mean…”

“Come here so I can suck your dick, Struan.”

Within a blink, a column of smoke hovered over me. The cock cage dropped to the bed between my thighs with a heavy clink. The smoke shivered, and then Struan reformed, his cock swinging as he moved up my body.

“You could get free this whole time,” I said, feeling stupid that I hadn’t realized it before.

Mischief danced in his eyes. “I’m a dragon.”

Laughing, I palmed his thighs. “Closer, dragon. You’ve tasted me. It’s my turn to taste you.”

The mischief fled, replaced with something raw and needy. “Bloody hell,” he breathed, straddling my chest. He caught his breath when I gripped his cock, then moaned like a dying man when I wrapped my lips around his dick.

Hand on his shaft, I sucked him into my mouth. His dick was as big as the rest of him, and it was a struggle to take him. But he didn’t seem to mind. He gripped the headboard with one hand, the tendons in his arm tight as he guided his cock deeper between my lips.

“Oh, lass,” he murmured, beginning to thrust. His powerful thighs flexed on either side of my head. “Oh… That’s a very good girl.”

I swirled my tongue over his shaft, licking as much as I could reach with his girth stretching my mouth. His balls brushed my chin. His scent surrounded me, pine and smoke mingling with something that was all his. All man. I clutched his ass, and he moaned loudly, reminding me he still bore the marks from Finn’s spanking.

“Mmm,” I moaned around his dick, knowing he’d feel the vibrations in his shaft.

He clenched his jaw, his gaze locked with mine. The bed shook as he thrust harder, his cock tunneling in and out of my mouth. His taste spread over my tongue, salt and spice trickling down my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Finn move down the bed. Shivers spread down my arms as he slipped behind Struan. Warm hands pushed my thighs wide and then Finn’s tongue lashed my clit.

I moaned around Struan’s cock as pleasure suffused my pussy. Finn slid his tongue down to my opening, then thrust it inside me, fucking me with it. I moaned as I realized his seed still seeped from me.

Finn worked his tongue deeper, proving he didn’t care one bit.

My vision swam. I was close, an orgasm hovering.

“Not yet,” Struan growled. He pulled from my mouth, his dick glistening. “I need to fuck you, Zara. Please.”

I nodded. “Hurry.”

In another blur of movement, the men rearranged themselves. Finn sprawled beside me. Struan positioned himself between my thighs. His hand shook as he gripped his cock and lined up with my opening. Then he entered me in one thrust, seating himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Your pussy is as tight as a fist. This is going to last about two seconds.” He buried his face in my neck, his chest flush against my breasts as he began to thrust. His breath puffed hot in my ear, sending shivers over my collarbone.

I lost track of Finn. Lost track of everything as Struan’s shaft slid over my clit. His weight pinned me, pushing me into the mattress as he pistoned his hips. Our bodies grew slick with sweat. I clawed at his back, digging my nails into his skin as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

He growled in response and doubled his pace, pounding me into the bed. A coil of pleasure tightened inside me.

Struan went to his forearms, his face inches from mine. “So tight, Zara,” he rasped, fucking me harder. “So tight and slick. I can feel Finn’s come inside you. I’m going to put mine inside you, too.”

I moaned, the coil screwing so tight I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. The bed squeaked as he continued his stream of filthy talk. “You’ll be dripping us for days, lass. And then we’ll fill you up again, one right after the other. And I’m coming for that pretty arsehole, sweetheart. But I’m going to make it so good for you. They’ll hear your cries on the gods plane as you writhe between us, your ass and pussy stretched on our dicks.”

My back arched. The coil sprang open, and my orgasm roared through me, fire screaming through my veins. Somewhere in my mind, I registered that the scream came from me. But I couldn’t be bothered to care. I transcended such things as I spun out of control, my body flung somewhere above the bed.

Eventually, I floated back down, my heart thundering and the world sliding back into focus. Struan pulled out carefully and flopped next to me. His release trickled between my thighs, and his sweat cooled on my skin.

“Are you all right?” he murmured, touching my cheek.

I nodded. “I’m perfect.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Aye. That’s true.”

Finn left the bed and returned with a warm cloth. Despite everything we’d done, my face heated when he pressed it between my legs. But my embarrassment faded as he and Struan took turns caring for me. They drew me from the bed, tugging me into the shower, where they soaped my hair and massaged my sore muscles.

Afterward, Finn dried me with a fluffy towel while Struan twisted into smoke and streamed from the bathroom. When Finn guided me back to the bed, the sheets were changed, the blankets peeled back and the pillows fluffed. Struan pressed a glass of cold water into my hand and ordered me to drink it.

“When did you get bossy?” I asked, my eyelids drooping.

He grinned. “Oh, I can be plenty bossy, lass. I’ve also been known to give a spanking every now and then.”

Finn chuckled. “Submission in bed and submission in everyday life are two different things. You’ll find that out the hard way if you even think of getting hungry or dehydrated on Struan’s watch.”

“So drink your water,” Struan added, a hard glint in his eyes.

I drank the water. And then I curled up between my dragons, my nude body cocooned by heat and muscle. As I slipped into a contented sleep, I thought the men were done with me.

I was wrong. The next time I opened my eyes, the lanterns burned low—and two hard cocks pressed me front and back. I lay on my side facing Finn, who palmed my cheek with a hungry look in his eyes. When I turned my head, Struan gazed at me with the same expression.

Wordlessly, I took each of their erections in hand and stroked. Their twin growls of approval made a smile tug at my lips. They crowded me, running their hands over my body. Struan peppered my shoulder with kisses as Finn thrust his hand between my legs and stroked my clit.

“You’re wet again,” he said, kissing me. He pushed his fingers inside me and stroked his tongue over mine before pulling back. Fingers still buried inside me, he studied my face. “Were you dreaming of us?”

I thrust against his hand, feeling decadent as I continued working their cocks. My pussy squeezed around Finn’s fingers. Struan slid a warm palm over my ribs and cupped my breast.

Finn added a third finger, stretching me. “I’m waiting on an answer, Zara lass.”

My breath shuddered out as my pussy clamped again. “I…oh gods. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Finn withdrew his hand. He painted my arousal around my nipples, his touch maddeningly light. Struan rolled me onto my back, then sucked one glossy peak into his mouth.

Finn watched him for a moment, then lifted red-sheened eyes to mine. “Maybe isn’t good enough, lass. When you dream, it should always be of us.”

Struan released my nipple with a pop. Finn rolled on top of me, spread my thighs, and surged inside me.

My breath left me in a rush. Pleasure built, but it was slower this time, the wave sweet and thick. And Finn was slower, his hips moving in a sensual glide as he began to thrust.

Struan left the bed, then returned with a bottle in his hand. When he positioned himself behind Finn, I caught my breath. Because I knew what he was going to do.

Finn’s lips curved as he gazed down at me. “You want Struan to fuck my ass, Zara?” My pussy clenched automatically in response.

Heat flooded my face.

Finn’s smile spread to a grin. Still fucking me, he pinned my wrists above my head. “You are so fucking adorable when you’re embarrassed.”

I strained against his grip even as my clit throbbed harder. “I’m not embarrassed.”

He winked at me. “Yes, you are. But you’re also turned on. Your pretty lips might lie, but your pussy is a tattletale. From now on, if I want to know if you’re telling the truth, I’ll know which one to ask.”

Plastic clicked and then Struan rose behind Finn, one hand working lube over his cock. He smoothed his free hand down Finn’s back in a gentle caress.

“Slow down for me.”

Finn obeyed, slowing his thrusts and releasing my wrists. He went to his forearms next to my ears. A second later, his brows drew together, and he stilled completely. He closed his eyes, his thick lashes dusting his cheeks. I lowered my arms, fascination and lust spreading through me in equal measure.

“Relax,” Struan said, his gaze lowered and a look of concentration on his face. I couldn’t see much with Finn’s shoulders blocking me, but from the way Struan’s hand moved, he was preparing Finn to take him.

Moisture flooded me, and Finn’s eyes flew open. “Fuck, Zara,” he mumbled, his usual composure slipping. Whatever Struan was doing behind him made Finn rock gently against me.

Slick sounds drifted from over his shoulder, and Struan gave a throaty growl. “There you go. A little more.” He ran his hand over Finn’s back again as if he gentled a dangerous animal. The slick sounds grew more rhythmic, and his nostrils flared. “One more,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on Finn’s ass. His voice went low and smoky. “Fuck, yes, babe. Open up for me.”

Finn shuddered, his eyes half-lidded and that lock of hair falling down his forehead. His cock pulsed inside me. “I’m ready.”

“Yes, you fucking are,” Struan growled. He gripped Finn’s waist, his fingers shiny with lube. Then he eased his hips forward.

Both men groaned. My pussy spasmed as Finn’s cock slid deeper inside me. Finn gasped as Struan’s thrust rocked him forward.

“Tight,” Struan gritted out. He stroked Finn’s hip. “You okay?”

Finn grunted. “Aye. Fuck. Good.”

Struan met my gaze over Finn’s shoulder. “We’ve reduced him to monosyllables. I don’t think that’s ever happened.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Finn grumbled.

“Spoke too soon.”

“Struan…” Finn growled.

Struan laughed, but he did as he was told, his hands tight on Finn’s hips as he began to move. Every thrust drove Finn’s cock deeper inside me, cranking my lust higher. Pinned beneath them, I was completely helpless, my body splayed open for their pleasure. It was wicked and over the top. And I understood why the other Firstborn Races warned their daughters against getting caught up with dragons.

Because this was dangerous, this pleasure. It flooded me, pumping hot between my legs as Struan moved faster, his cock in Finn’s ass pushing Finn’s cock so deep inside me I couldn’t catch my breath. I moaned, gripping the sheets as my pussy clamped hard.

“That’s it,” Struan grunted. “Let go.”

I didn’t know if he spoke to me or Finn. Maybe it was both. But it didn’t matter. The three of us were the same, our bodies moving in a perfect rhythm. The pressure between my legs climbed higher. Finn shifted, lifting slightly and then thrusting deeper. Eyes locked with mine, he growled as his hips slapped mine and Struan’s hips slapped his ass.

“Too good,” Struan rasped. “Can’t hold out.” He threw his head back on a roar, his body shaking. His release tipped Finn over the edge, sending him crashing into me in one final, bone-jarring thrust.

That was all it took. I flew over the cliff, a scream ripping from me as pleasure burst like a dam. I clung to Finn, trembling as the tempest took me. I ground my clit shamelessly against the cock inside me, gobbling up pleasure. And I shouldn’t have needed it so much, not after all the others. But I did, my muscles squeezing and releasing. My toes curled. The arches in my feet cramped as every part of me compressed and contracted.

At some point, I floated, my eyelids too heavy to lift. But I didn’t need to rouse. I was safe. Protected.

Lips touched my cheek, my forehead, the corners of my eyes. A hot tongue licked at my tears. No, two tongues. Two sets of everything. Two men. Two lovers. And, finally, two soft, deep voices soothing me to sleep in a lyrical brogue.

“Ours, Zara,” they whispered. “Always ours.”