"Not particularly," I breathe, trying to remind myself of all of the reasons I need to keep my hands to myself.
"Me either," he groans, seconds before capturing my lips, his tether on control snapping.
His kiss is frenzied, not holding back anymore and I get my first glimpse at just how much he's been restraining himself up until now. His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me closer as I reach between us to guide his length. He presses in gently at first, hissing in a breath and murmuring against my lips. Cursing between breaths, he continues to fill me, stretching me to the point of pain.
Every gasp, every breath, he takes it all from me. I rock back against him slowly, taking everything he has to give. Despite the lust flowing through my veins like a liquid entity, I still, adjusting to the sensation of being so full. I roll my hips, staying attuned to every sound or flex he makes to see what feels good.
I settle into a rhythm, rocking against him faster and faster as desire pools low in my stomach. One of his hands slides down from the bruising grip on my hip to the junction between my legs, circling my clit with his thumb. My movements falter, stuttering as I try to remind myself to keep moving instead of just letting the pleasure wash over me.
My orgasm crashes over me hard and fast as I clench around him, crying out and stilling as wave after wave of pleasure assaults me. He tugs my head to the side, fingers tangled in my hair in a firm grip. His teeth rake down my throat before he bites my shoulder, prolonging my release until I think I'm going to black out.
He comes with a grunt muffled against my skin, using his grip to slam me down, driving further inside of me. I can feel his cock jerking, heat flooding me to blistering levels. I clench around him, driven by primal need as I roll my hips. He kisses the bite on my shoulder as he pulls away before moving to my lips, less frantic now and savoring.
"You're a terrible influence," he murmurs against my lips, cock twitching and making me groan. "This was reckless."
"Regretting it already?" I try to keep my tone light to deflect from the honest concern and flash of hurt.
He growls, his chest vibrating against mine. "Never. You're ours, Ezra, but for this moment you're mine."
The cloud of lust starts to clear until I can think again. "Fuck, what if I actually get pregnant? We're not even mated yet; what will the neighbors think?" I try to tease to keep the anxiety from crippling me.
Soren kisses me until my heart starts hammering for a different reason. "You're about to take three mates and all birth control was taken off the market ten years ago. I don't know about you, but I was trying to be a gentleman by waiting until we finished the ritual. Afterward though? Little dragon, we're not going to be able to keep our hands to ourselves."
His words send a thrill through me as I move to get dressed, grabbing a discarded t-shirt to clean up. He's completely right, I'm just overwhelmed from having constant life revelations thrown at me over the last month.
We climb out of the tent to cool down, going to look for the others. We find them both deeper into the woods, looking flustered. They’re fully dressed, so at least there’s absolutely not a single thing awkward about this. Just a couple of guys post-orgasm in the woods, playing cards in the dirt.
“Hey, are you alright?” I ask suddenly, noting the blood staining the card Yri plays next.
Despite the dark, his eyes manage to pierce me, and I doubt I’ll ever get over the unique color. “Yep, just dandy. You?” He says lightly, ignoring the awkward situation for my sake like always.
Cai snorts. “He stabbed himself a couple of times.”
My eyes widen. “What the hell? Why?”
His lip twitches as his smile takes over his face. “A guy can only come so many times in a short period, angel, we’re not as lucky as you. I had to experiment new ideas to clear my brain.”
I bite my lip, stifling a giggle at the ridiculous situation. “You know, for science.”
He throws his head back, barking out a laugh. “You know me, always the academic. But enough about me, how was your day, dear?”
We head back to camp so I can wrap the stab wounds on his arm before they get infected. “Oh you know, just Goldilocks-ing my way through dicks this week. You?”
“Wait,” Cai interrupts then, helping Soren break down the tent since it’s clear we aren’t getting any more sleep tonight. “Which one’s too small then?”
I may not be a crier, but tears gather in my eyes as I double over, struggling to speak. Every time I almost manage a coherent word, I dissolve into wheezing laughter.
Yri is right there with me, wrapping his arm because I’m useless at the moment. “You kidding me? Ren, obviously. Those muscles scream ‘overcompensating’.”
Soren looks indignant, and I’m pretty sure they’re about two seconds away from a dick measuring contest when a twig snapping nearby makes my head whip around.
“Drop!”
I don’t know all of their fancy hand signals yet, and I hope their reaction is instantaneous because a second later shots ring out around us. I roll towards my bag, yanking out the gun from the side pocket since I wasn’t sleeping with it on. Knife in the pocket, sure, but that was it.
I fire off three rounds, and by the grunt that echoes, I hit at least one. There’s a flurry of motion as more men arrive, surrounding us. Screams fill the night air as I unload the clip, backing toward the guys. I don’t focus on what the three of them are doing beyond making sure they’re holding their own.
When my gun clicks, I toss it in the direction of my bag, because those fuckers are expensive and I’m not leaving it behind unless I have to. Cai blocks a blow meant for me and I waste no time using my blade to slash through the stranger’s throat. His blood sprays back on me, but I’m more in my element now than traipsing through the woods and dealing with mating semantics.
