and tongue. When he pulled away, Jacob and Teague were still kissing. Ksenia decided she loved the way the pair of them looked together, with Teague’s dark mane and short beard juxtaposed with Jacob’s shorter hair and smooth cheeks.
“This was why you wanted me, wasn’t it?” she said, marveling at the tenderness with which they touched each other. “You love each other. Why do you even need me?”
“We were incomplete. I don’t know how else to explain it, but we knew . . . in here.” Teague pressed a fist to his chest, his expression so earnest Ksenia felt a pressure in a similar spot in her own chest.
She reached for Teague then, gratified when Jacob stepped aside and Teague moved between her knees. While they kissed, two other pairs of hands glided over her body, teasing her breasts and finally, blessedly, slipping between her legs. The men parted her folds with their fingers and found her hardened nub. One of their mouths descended to her breast and began to suck her nipple while the agile touch between her thighs grew bolder and began to rub her clit.
“Lie back, honey,” Gunther whispered, and she obeyed, breathless as she cast a glance down her naked body to watch while Teague dropped to his knees and hooked her legs over his broad shoulders. He gave her a smoldering look, his gaze fixed on hers as he pressed his mouth to her aching core. His eyelids fell closed and he moaned as he tasted her.
“Ah!” She grasped the edges of the table, arching when his tongue made a sweep through her sensitive channel and twisted around her clit at the top. He sucked the small bundle between his lips until she bucked in pleasure.
Her dragon rejoiced, and though her mind warred with the illogical need she had for these three men, it was futile. She and her dragon both wanted this with their entire beings. She couldn’t say no when she wasn’t sure she’d ever have another chance so perfect.
So what if they’d just met? They all felt it, and if there was one thing she’d learned as a Sandrekar warrior, it was to always trust her instincts. Her dragon had never steered her wrong.
Teague’s tongue worked her over so thoroughly she lost her grip on reality, but he only took her to the very edge before easing back. Normally she would have been disappointed, but at the moment, she was happy to be able to draw this out. She wanted to experience all three of them equally, and when she could focus again, she curled her fingers through Jacob’s hair where he still sat bent over her breast and pulled him up for a kiss.
Teague stood again, giving her room to move, and she rolled, getting to her knees on the tabletop to focus more directly on the handsome man in front of her.
“Is this real?” she asked when they parted, holding his face in both hands and staring into his eyes. “I got caught in the sandstorm and lost consciousness. Maybe I actually died and went to heaven. Maybe I’m still dreaming. Reality can’t be this good, can it?”
A sharp pinch to her backside made her hiss. She spun to see Gunther grinning and swiping a thumb over the teeth marks he’d left on her ass cheek. “You felt that, so it’s not a dream, honey.”
“You’re right. Because if it were a dream, you and Teague would already be naked.”
She scooted closer and reached for the hem of Gunther’s shirt. The big blond bear smiled indulgently and lifted his arms for her to strip him. She peeled his shirt off over his head and paused, marveling at his sculpted body. He had huge arms, broad shoulders, and a chest dusted with tawny hair tapering to a darker trail that disappeared into his waistband. Beneath his button, his pants bulged. She slid a hand down his chest, tracing the ridges of his muscles until she reached that button.
“You are more real than any woman I’ve ever met,” Gunther said, curling his arms around her as she leaned in to kiss him.
She swept her tongue across his lips for a taste as she continued her slow perusal of his body with one hand. His big palms coasted down her back and squeezed her ass just as she reached his cock, gliding her hand over the swell in his pants before unfastening his button and tugging the fabric down. His shaft was hot and