I stared at them, wide-eyed.
I had so many questions. My journalist brain was already composing a multi-page entry for the Dorie 1000 Journal, complete with rough sketches and comparative analysis.
Was this a variant thing? A drakkon thing? I could not believe they both had—“Annggghhh!”
A heat cramp of need squeezed through me so hard, it doubled me into a ball on the bed as my wolf howled inside of me.
My human was horrified, but my wolf gave not one finger flip emoji about these guys having twice the amount of package than I was expecting.
My core expelled more slick, dripping between my thighs and onto the fairy-tale bed.
I didn’t realize I was crying until Aengus said, “Ssshhh, Dorcas, we are here….”
He used his superior dragon strength, but only to pry me out of my ball and lay me on my back beneath him.
“Has your upset over the reveal of our male works passed?” he asked gently. “May we attend to you now?”
I nodded wordlessly. “Please… please… please…”
My whole world had been reduced to that one desperate word.
“Reverence, ssh!” Diarmuid leaned down to stroke my hair and kiss my cheek.
“Ssh…” He continued to soothe as Aengus positioned himself, and I felt the blunt pressure of his bigger dick against my entrance. Warm. Verging on hot. Like fire wrapped in skin. “We are here. We are…”
When he pushed inside, I stopped breathing.
Not from pain. There was no pain. Just an overwhelming, flooding, soul-deep relief—as if every part of me that had been clenching and burning and screaming suddenly exhaled.
My back arched off the bed, and I grabbed his shoulders as I immediately began coming.
“Yes,” I whispered. I curled my legs around his waist, anchoring him to me. “Oh Aengus, yes! Yes!”
“We are here… We are here…” Aengus’s voice was rougher now. As if he were coming undone. He started to move, hips rolling into my climax, extending its life as I came and came, strangling his length with my all-consuming need.
Eventually, I came down from the crest, only to find another one being stoked to the surface.
“Don’t stop!” I begged. Shamelessly, I wrapped myself even tighter around him.
“We are here… We are here,” Aengus chanted, his hips moving faster. “We are?—”
Suddenly, he broke off and caught my chin, cupping it in his large hand. “Look at us. Look at us, Dorcas. We wish to see your face. This is our favorite part.”
I helplessly raised my gaze to his burning green one. “Your favorite…?” I began to ask—before cutting off with a choked gasp.
The second dick had joined the party, lodging itself against the not-mythical button Diarmuid had discovered during our sparring session and beginning to pulse.
I made a noise that I could never even begin to describe in any journal.
Then I lost my entire mind.
The second orgasm hit like lightning. No buildup, no warning—just a complete system fry, followed by every nerve in my body blowing up at once.
I clamped around Aengus so hard, he let out a low, shattered groan that vibrated through his chest and into mine.
“We are undone,” he bit out, right before he unleashed a torrent of his hot seed into me.
For moments on end, it was everything… everything I wanted. But then I came down from the orgasm, and it still wasn’t enough.
