Sage was panting and getting hard again, the flush of his exertions and orgasm still just as bright on his pale skin. He was, as Serge had called him, beautiful.
Mine, my dragon crowed happily in the back of my brain.My mates.
It was still surreal to feel and hear him again after living so long in silence.
Sage’s back bowed and Serge grunted. “I’m going to fill you up, too, beautiful. Just like you just bred our pretty mate.”
In a distant part of my brain, I questioned how easy it was for us to call each other mates. It seemed we were all doing it, or at least Sergio and I were. I couldn’t recall saying it out loud, so wasn’t it strange that we were both —possibly all— thinking it?
“Yes!”Sage shouted, the scales along the edge of his face practically glowing in the darkness of his room, illuminated onlyby the light from the stars and moon outside the window. “I want that so badly, Serge. Please. Please breed me. Alpha, please.Please.”
I blinked, frowning even as Sergio tilted his head back and practically roared while his hips stuttered.
Sage’s expression was euphoric. A part of me whimpered with jealousy, wishing that I was in Sage’s place, but the prevalent feeling bubbling away inside me was pride. Pride that those were my mates. My mates were enjoying each other as well as taking care of me.
But when Sergio withdrew from Sage, his still-hungry gaze turned to me and his lips twitched. “Your turn, dear-heart.”
Heat flared within me again.
There was no way I was refusing that.
Chapter Nine
Prepared to flop to the side and watch the two sexy men I had somehow landed myself in bed with together, I was surprised when Serge nudged me forward to join them. A large part of me was also relieved.
Despite coming —and cominghard— my body craved more. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought I was going into heat as well, just for how badly I wanted to fuck and be fucked by both Sergio and Dexter.
Between the heat emanating off Dex’s body, and the exertions of three of us in my small bedroom, I was burning up myself. But I didn’t have the painful ache that had nearly crippled Dex earlier, so my musings were fanciful at best.
“Ride him, beautiful,” Sergio gave the sexy instruction as he had us move into position, with Dexter propped against a pile of pillows at my headboard. “Get on his lap…yes, perfect. Good boy.”
A stream of slick and cum spilled out of me at the praise and I felt my cheeks flush darker, the back of my neck heating up with embarrassment.
“Oh,” Dexter grinned at me, delighted by his discovery, “does someone have a praise kink?”
“Shut up,” I complained, but he just chuckled, the sound echoed by the beta at my back.
Dexter’s warm hands slid up my thighs and he guided me over his long, lean cock. He was hard again; a searing hot branding iron teasing my twitching hole.
“I don’t think I will,” he said, with a hint of his usual snark and smarm. I realized that we must have sated the worst of his heat if he was able to tease and talk in more than whines and pleas. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. “Do you want to ride my dick, baby? Do you want to be our good boy and do as Serge asked?”
Oh, Gods.
Now they were both in on it. I was going to be a puddle before the night was out.
A whine of my own broke free from somewhere at the back of my throat and all I could do was nod. Then Dex’s hips shifted and suddenly he was plunging inside me and I was crying out with relief and pure delight.
“You feel perfect, baby,” he panted, “now, bounce for me.”
“Ughn, ughn, ughn.” The soft grunts of pleasure punched out on every landing in his lap, escaping with short, sharp exhales of breath I couldn’t contain. Starbursts of white light popped behind my eyelids, accompanied by electric jolts of pleasure.
That feeling only intensified when Dexter cupped my jaw and smoothed a thumb over my temple, making me ooze more slick over his cock and making my own leak and drip over his abdomen. Who knew that my freaking temples were erogenous zones? I certainly hadn’t.
“Such a good boy,” Dexter murmured, and my blush turned into a full-body flush.
Behind me, Sergio chuckled again. “Stop teasing him for a moment,” he urged, “and let me inside you, dear-heart.”
His large palm settled on my back, and he gently pushed me forward as he lifted Dex’s hips, slipping a cushion under us to support the angle. It felt nice being sandwiched between them, with their broader frames bracketing me in. Dexter’s chest was waxed smooth, like my own, but I could feel the brush of Sergio’s wiry gray chest hairs rubbing between my shoulders as he nestled all the way inside my best friend.
