The laugh he gave afterward was breathy, and he braced himself against my back, patting the small of it like he would a favored horse.
“Get out of the way,” Bran ground out. “I’m gonna come. I want to do it in his ass.”
Harri slipped out of me, and I didn’t like the cool wet of air against the most intimate parts of me. There was a hasty shuffle, then a nudge as Bran lined himself up. He thrust inside in one smooth move, and I gasped against the cloak under me.
Bran didn’t last long. A few frantic thrusts, and the mess of their mixed spend dripped down the backs of my thighs when he pulled out.
“You have to try him,” Bran called over my head.
It didn’t make sense to me until the dragon across the campfire growled, “No.”
One syllable, and it hit my chest like a fist-sized ball of hail.
He hated me. I couldn’t blame him for it, and I was sure I was meant to feel the same about him, but having someone who felt that strongly watch as his clan worked through me one by one—there was something delicious about that. Shame turned my neck red, but I lifted my head to meet his eyes across the flames.
“Gareth?” Bran asked, ignorant of the lightning shooting between us.
The third dragon was the first who had the sense to hold my hands behind my back. He pinned both wrists at the small of my back with one enormous fist, as if I’d make it through taking twothrobbing dragon cocks but on the third, start throwing magic around to hurt them all.
Didn’t matter. Being held prostrate made my skin hot. I had no choice but to surrender to him entirely.
He shoved his cock into me and I grunted. It didn’t hurt to be stretched like this, not exactly. I was just?—
There was a hunger. A need that drew my balls up tight.
I was so fucking horny, boiled down to a needy hole and all the wayward limbs attached to it.
Gareth slid his rough hand up my back, along my spine, only to comb his fingers through my hair. I’d been teased and fucked for the better part of an hour, and every part of my skin was alight, even before he gripped his fingers and twisted my hair and pulled me back.
Gareth was damnably intentional with the way he used my caught wrists to tilt my hips just so, how he pulled me toward him so my back arched in the perfect way, making his every thrust rub that spot inside me that felt so fucking good.
I whimpered, gasping. Air wasn’t necessary anymore, not when he was fucking me like that.
“What are you doing to him?” Harri asked Gareth, leaning over to take in my profile, the way my spit-slick lips hung open and my eyes rolled back.
My cock bobbed obscenely in front of me, straining straight out, precome leaking generously from the tip and dripping down in a string toward the table.
Gareth only grunted, thrusting inside so hard that the table’s edge dug into my bruised thighs.
I didn’t recognize the sound coming out of my throat—something between a whimper and a cry. My eyelids fluttered and I could hardly see what was in front of me. Wouldn’t have cared about it either, if it weren’t for those gleaming sapphireeyes locked on me as the dragon who’d carried me here watched his brethren take me apart.
The whole world narrowed down to the shine of those eyes and the blunt sweep of the cock inside me.
It was too much, pressing on a spot that made it feel like he’d fuck the come right out of me. If I could just get a little friction on my dick, just a touch—I was so close, and I wanted it so bad, but the way the dragon fucked me had stolen any possibility that I could open my mouth and produce a cogent word to beg for it.
If this was how I died, so be it, but moons above, let me come. I gasped, my whole body taught and on edge. Behind me, the dragon adjusted his hand in my hair. My head slumped down—I couldn’t hold it up on my own—but fuck, it gave me a chance to glance over the sapphire-eyed dragon’s body.
He said he wasn’t interested in fucking me, but his body hinted otherwise. He was sitting stiff in his seat, his robe-like clothing tented over the most impressive erection I’d ever seen. It was just cloth, but I’d swear his cock went halfway down his thigh, hard and thick and—fuck, I wished he’d come over and fuck me with it.
He wouldn’t even have to touch me. Just let me look at the thing while he brought himself to climax and spent all over my face.
But the bastard wasn’t moving. He just glared at me.
And then Gareth adjusted his grip on my hair again. He jerked me toward him, and my back arched, and the angle of it was so fucking perfect.
I came with a broken sob, his cock rubbing over my prostate again and again while streaks of white shot halfway across the tabletop.
My thighs shook. I shoved myself back to take him as deep as I could, and he ground inside. The growl he made was muffled behind clenched teeth, but I felt him bury as deep as he could.His body went rigid, and his teeth—sharper than a human’s—pressed against my shoulder a moment later.
