Tavish dipped his finger lower, gathering my arousal before returning to my clit. Albie tugged at the laces of my corset, loosening them just enough to slide his hand down the front. When his fingers found my bare nipple, I gasped, caught between dueling sensations.
Albie’s long fingers rolling my nipple.
Tavish’s rougher touch stroking and petting my clit.
Both were so, so good, their hands on my body speeding me toward the edge of a dangerous cliff.
Albie sucked at my neck as he freed my other breast from the corset. He captured that nipple, too, pinching lightly. The stays were still tight enough against my ribs to support my breasts, and they rested on top of the unforgiving material like Albie had placed them on a shelf just so he could play with them.
I squirmed against him, my legs falling open.
With a growl, Tavish tugged the slit in my bloomers wider so it framed my pussy. And it was more revealing than nudity would have been. He bared the most intimate part of me, putting my pussy on display so he could service me. They both serviced me, stroking and fondling the parts they’d exposed. It was kinky in a way I’d never considered. It definitely couldn’t get any hotter.
Tavish took one of Albie’s hands and pulled it between my thighs. They worked my clit together, their fingers slipping over each other.
Okay, so I’d been wrong. This was hotter.
A gasp tore from my throat. I arched, shamelessly thrusting my pussy into their hands. Tavish slid a thick finger inside me, and my muscles immediately clamped hard.
“Fuck,” he muttered, breathing heavily through his nose.
Albie used one hand to play with my clit and the other to yank my chemise lower. My bare nipples stabbed the air. Albie recaptured one and rolled the peak between his fingers. Tavish reached up and squeezed my breast as if dividing ownership with Albie. At the same moment, he pushed another finger inside me.
“Oh, gods!” I cried, my hips rocking. Tavish pumped his fingers in a slow, maddening rhythm, drawing loud, wet sounds from my body.
“You’re going to feel so good around our cocks,” he said.
I whimpered, grabbing at handfuls of moss.
He smiled. “And don’t think we’ve forgotten about your tight little arsehole. We’ll have you there, too, lass. That’s where you belong, stretched and stuffed between your men, your pretty holes open and begging.”
Gods, he was filthy. As if he’d conjured it, the image popped into my head. Me sandwiched between them, Albie’s cock deep in my pussy while Tavish worked his dick into my ass.
“But not tonight,” Albie said as if he’d read my mind. “Tonight is just for you.”
My muscles clenched around Tavish’s fingers. Raw, wild pleasure blistered through me. Light flashed, and ghostly scales rippled down my chest.
Tavish made a low sound of approval. He curled his fingers inside me, stroking a spot that sent a bolt of lightning down my spine. “Aye, just a taste for tonight. So you know what awaits you when you’re ready to be claimed.”
“You won’t claim me,”I said in the dragon tongue.
Promise glittered in his eyes as he answered in the same language.“We’ll see.”
I writhed between them as Albie stroked my clit and Tavish fucked his fingers inside me. I couldn’t help but look down, my breath hitching as I watched his fingers thrust in and out of mewhile Albie rubbed my clit. My arousal glistened on their hands. My moans warred with the rhythmic sucking sound of Tavish thrusting inside me. Pleasure crested in a tall, sizzling wave, the swell climbing higher and higher until I was panting, my release hovering just out of reach.
“Let go now,” Albie said softly.
“Come for us,” Tavish growled at the same time.
The overlapping orders snapped the last thread of my control. The wave crested, and ecstasy crashed through me. I cried out, my back arching as my inner muscles clamped rhythmically around Tavish’s fingers. Albie continued to stroke my clit through the spasms, drawing out my orgasm until I was trembling and gasping.
“That’s it,” Albie murmured against my ear. “So beautiful.”
My body went limp as the last ripples of pleasure faded. I slumped against Albie’s chest, breathing hard. Tavish slowly withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Sweet as honey,” he rumbled.
For a moment, we stayed like that—me boneless against Albie’s chest, Tavish’s hands gentle on my thighs. Then Tavish shifted, withdrawing from between my legs. Albie eased me forward, then slipped from behind me so I half-reclined on my own.
