“Don’t be glib. Rikyava’s right: none of this works without your beautiful heart, you sweet idiot.” Mikkel is fierce now as he reaches out, taking Ström’s hand upon the coverlet and pressing it to his own chest. As a raw honesty pours from my Third Drake in a way I’ve rarely seen, warm like hot whiskey with molasses, Ström softens. No more teasing is in him as he grips Mikkel’s hand, holding his powerful gaze.
“I know,” Ström says as he stares Mikkel down, honest.
An incredible connection blazes between Mikkel and Ström, then. As if both their hearts suddenly opened up, as if everything inside them just cracked wide open and all walls came crashing down, I feel that same amazing connection Ström and I experienced just now rush through him and Mikkel.
It is binding and tight, hauling their dragons in, as I feel that ancient Ouroboros begin to form in the Void. Because Mikkel and Ström shared this kind of love long before I came along—it only had to be reawakened.
And we’re reawakening it now, hands down.
As Ström leans in, kissing Mikkel deeply now, I feel a blaze of heat rush through me. It’s incredible and wild, as that merging of our dragons in the Void hauls us in tighter now, more scalding and honest than ever before.
It’s a hot moment as Mikkel and Baldur strip down, and we’re suddenly all bare to each other. Because we are already bare in our hearts and souls, as we get ready to do what we should have been doing all along.
And seal this deal between us—completely.
“You two have my permission to be with each other. Anytime, anywhere.” I glance between Ström and Mikkel. “Just include me in the mix sometimes and I’ll be a happy camper. Okay?”
“Oh, sex with you isalwaysbetter,” Mikkel says, as he crawls to me now. Hauling me to my knees on the bed, Mikkel wraps his arms around me, crushing me close to his ridiculously ripped, lean body.
I’m scalding and ready to go again as the dark, beautiful viciousness of Mikkel’s dragon pours through me, his eyes black as sin and hot like all the stars in the cosmos. His long, silken member presses against my belly, as Ström comes to his knees also, catching me around the waist and mimicking Mikkel’s posture behind me.
An immense, eager power rushes between us then, as we hold each other in this ridiculously charged, scintillating space. As Mikkel kisses me and Ström kisses my neck, I feel him somehow kiss Strömthroughme. The most insane sensation hits me then, as if I’m kissing not just Mikkel’s mouth, but also Ström’s.
As a crazy wave of auric fire razes through me, straight to my groin.
“Whoa! What was that?” Ström pulls back, heaving hard breaths, and I know he felt it, too. We’ve suddenly found a new dimension between us;it blazes like supernovas now as I look up and see understanding sear in Mikkel’s eyes.
I look over and see it also in Baldur’s gaze; whatever’s happening between us is not limited to just Ström and me, but includes my Third and Fourth Drakes, as well. Because even though we’ve always been able to feel each other’s sensations during sex in our Bloodbond, we’re sharing the feeling of being fullyinsideeach other’s bodies now, as a group.
And it’s devastatingly hot and wild, as we pull together now to get it on.
“I don’t know… but I like it.” Mikkel is beyond dangerous, ridiculously sexy now as he presses his body close to me again. As we kiss, moving together, he palms my ass, gripping it to haul me even closer.
Everything inside me heats in a desirous wave now, as Ström kisses me again. As Baldur cinches close to my side, kissing my shoulder, Mikkel claims my lips and Ström takes my neck, we all start to careen up to the stratosphere together.
It’s the physical sensation, but also the emotional connection between us, that has really gotten things rolling as we begin to writhe in a group now, pulling together hard on the bed.
Because there is so much history between Ström and Mikkel, even Mikkel and Baldur; the sheer magnetism of this energy has us drawing tight on our knees now, as Ström takes over kissing my lips and Mikkel bites his neck.
Baldur kisses and bites my neck, as hands are all over me now. I don’t know whose they are; we’ve tightened so much in our group that they could be anyone’s, as the most wonderful sensation floods me.
Of being inside all their bodies, at once.
Just then, another connection hits me—Lærke, somewhere in Harnakje. I see her vivid green-lavender gaze flick towards me as she feels what we’re doing through her connection to Mikkel, and to me now, as family.
But rather than feel ire, or a sensation of being left out anymore, onlya cheeky amusement comes from her as my drakes and I get it on. She knows Ström and Mikkel are with me; but it doesn’t bother her anymore, as she smiles wider now.
Then closes down our psychic connection.
As Lærke slices our mind-connection as neatly as slicing a pear with a knife, I know it’s her way of telling me not to worry about everything that’s happening with us anymore. And then it’s just me and my men, as my drakes lick, suck, and bite me everywhere now.
Fucking decadent.
Hands are everywhere; mouths, too, as someone moves down to suck my breasts. Someone else is rubbing my clit; I writhe and gasp as someone’s fingers slip up all the way inside me now, working me as I writhe and buck.
I recognize Ström’s quick strokes; it’s Mikkel sucking hard at my breasts as Ström works me, and Baldur sucks my neck from the side. As Baldur changes position to wrap himself around Ström now, gripping him and working him from behind, Ström moans, digging into me harder with his fingers.
Ström’s other hand gripping my hip, he pulls me hard to his front as Baldur cinches close behind him. Mikkel seizes me again, heating up to the stratosphere as he feels what Ström and Baldur are doing.
