Trembling and panting, I had no idea how long he held me up, but when he let me go, he eased me down gently. I melted onto the table, letting my cheek press the cool stone beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath.
Gareth’s fingers eased in my hair, and rather than pull again or jerk away now that he was done with me, he combed my ginger curls behind my ear and traced the corner of my jaw with a sweep of his callused thumb.
“I want to see if we can milk him dry like this,” Gareth murmured, his voice almost,almostaffectionate as he kept touching my face so gently. A shiver ran through me, and I arched my back, lifting my ass in a silent offer.
He didn’t take it, just stroked my face and leaned down until his breath tickled my ear. “Do you think you can take more, human?”
I whimpered, blinking my eyes open to his stony gray ones just above me. “More,” I echoed. It was the only word that made sense to me anymore, but I nodded, and the dragon rewarded me with a grin that said I’d done very well.
“Let me back in,” the second dragon demanded, sea-green eyes flashing with hunger.
Gareth moved out of the way.
It was only fair; Bran had only gotten a moment inside.
3
ANDREAS
It didn’t make any fucking sense.
Humans weren’t soft and sweet, they were killers. Especially humans who dressed in armor and carried swords. Most especially humans with red hair.
And yet, this one had gone immediately from regaining his bearings, to offering to kill someone for us, to . . . offering up his body.
And the whole lot of them had taken him up on it.
Hell, Harri seemed to like him personally. Considering how much Harri disliked humans in general, it didn’t make any damned sense. And yet, he’d jumped right in, splaying the human across the table and licking him open, then fucking him into . . . well, not into submission.
The man had submitted instantly without need of a fucking, as though the submission came naturally to him.
The fucking had just made it worse. It had reduced him to a panting mess who simply did as ordered, spreading his legs for everyone in turn, taking every position he was ordered to.
Not even flinching when Gareth twisted him into a pretzel, his hands behind him and head wrenched back by his hair.
If anything, he’d seemed to enjoy the hair pulling.
The submission—that was why I was marginally in charge of our little group in fact. It was a normal trait in a male dragon. We all submitted when faced with one who carried more authority than ourselves. But I’d never submitted to anyone but my sister, so with her death, I’d been the one of us who didn’t have any interest in continuing to follow orders.
Humans had never been the same as us. Humans, particularly male ones, had always seemed belligerent to me. It was even more odd, given that, the fact that dragons had wanted to enslave them.
Caging a creature who was so naturally independent was ridiculous.
Better to cage Bran, who was the likeliest among us to hear an order and immediately comply, without a single thought of rebellion. I doubted he would even notice, if I was being honest. It was anathema to me, but he was happy that way, so who was I to question what he wanted?
And this human seemed very much like Bran, which was . . . well, it was impossible. I’d lived my earliest years among dragons and humans, and never once had I met one like this.
On the other hand, perhaps they had changed. It had been over a hundred years since I’d lived near humans, so perhaps freedom had, in an ironic way, allowed them more space to be submissive. It was different when the submission was your choice, and not forced.
And as Harri pulled the human over to the edge of the table, whispering that he should simply rest, I could see it.
It was a suggestion, not an order. Even more, given the way his whole body went lax against the table, I suspected it wasn’t a suggestion he’d ever gotten before in his life.
As he lay there, limp, breathing deep and eyes closed, Harri took him again. Was it the third time for the night?
The third time for Harri.
The human? Frankly, he’d taken more cock over the course of the evening than I’d have believed a soft little human was capable of taking.
