But Andreas wasn’t angry. He sniffed beneath me and tightened his arm around my back. “I have.”
Warmth suffused my chest. Thatalmostsounded like he meant to keep me.
Gareth was the only one who didn’t immediately jump into bed. He scowled into the fire. “How have you managed to keep it so warm?”
Against Andreas’s chest, I drew in a sharp breath. The dragons didn’t like magic—a more than understandable position to take, really. I’d honestly expected Andreas to refuse me when I offered to help.
I didn’t really want to explain and upset them.
But Andreas dragged his hand in a sweet, possessive sweep from my hip to between my shoulder blades.
“Our mage did it,” he rumbled. The pride in his voice made my cheeks burn.
“You’re telling me,” Harri said incredulously, “that we don’t have to burn a forest’s worth of wood just to keep our caves warm?”
Andreas huffed through his nose. “You can’t just use him whenever you like.”
I lifted my head. “It’s all right. I mean, maybe not every cave all at once, but I can do this. Or. . . I think I can. I’ll definitely let you know if it gets taxing before we have to adjust, but—” I glanced up at Harri and bit my lip. “You can use me, if you want.”
“See?” Harri sneered at Andreas. “I can use him.”
Taking the invitation I hadn’t entirely been unaware of, Harri crawled up the bed on his knees and fell over my back. A moment later, I felt the blunt tip of his cock nudge between my ass cheeks. I moaned as he pressed inside, the sound mixing with his above me, and a grunt from Andreas beneath.
“Watch yourself,” Andreas hissed at the added weight. I could almost feel Harri’s sharp smirk over my shoulder as he thrust in, so hard I slid a few inches up Andreas’s chest.
I clutched for his shoulders, and Andreas reached up to cup my face.
“All right?”
I could only nod at him. Harri set a merciless pace, but I hardly minded as it forced my hips against Andreas’s, trapping our cocks between our bodies in the most glorious way.
I let them press me there, sandwiched between them both, and with a ragged sound, sought out Andreas’s mouth. The way he kissed me earlier had made my stomach melt, and somehow, the feeling didn’t lose any of its sweetness with Harri pounding at my ass.
“Jealous?” Bran sang beside me.
I didn’t realize he was talking to Gareth until Bran had bent him over the side of the bed, and Gareth was getting fucked too.
The way the dragons moved, the slick sound of skin hitting skin, and my desperate whimpers into Andreas’s mouth, all meshed to heighten everything—the way my skin tingled, how fast my heart raced, the deep, pounding pleasure inside me.
And Andreas’s silk-smooth cock, trapped hard beneath my lower belly.
I felt him come, and I swear, I wasn’t imagining how warm his load felt against my skin. The way he shuddered under me, how he held my hips to keep me flush against him—I fell right after him.
And Harri went right on riding me, ignoring the shudders that worked up my spine and had me caught between wanting to pull away from him or shove myself back on his insistent cock.
Beside me, Gareth made such a low sound it was like the world itself was opening up. I held out my hand, and he took it and pinned it to the bed. His fingers laced through mine, and he squeezed so hard my fingers ached.
Then, he cursed against his forearm, went rigid with his mouth open on a stifled cry, and he came.
I turned to watch him, stricken by how pretty his lips looked all flushed and swollen. His shoulders had turned a rosy pink.
Bran had fucked him well, and he more than earned his own pleasure, slammed into Gareth’s ass like it was the best place in the world to bury himself.
Perhaps it was. I wondered if he’d let me find out.
Harri shouted when he came, my whole body shoved into Andreas like a battering ram. Under me, he just held me together through the storm of it, and the strange stillness that followed before Harri pulled out and flopped to the side.
It was nice, having them all here together. A wonderful pile where I felt wanted without questioning why.
