Firedrake - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,77

and set about kissing her again, while Mace divested her of her clothing and his own. When he pressed against her again, they were both bare. She pulled back from Drake’s drugging kisses.

“Your turn, Master Bard,” she teased.

Mace tugged her onto the bed with him as she watched Drake undress. He really had the most amazing body. Tan and golden, he was more muscular than any bard had a right to be, but Krysta knew he was a fighter as well as a lover. He hid great talents under the bardic flair of his clothing.

He held her gaze as he bared himself, stroking his long, thick cock while she licked her lips. She wanted to taste him.

Mace’s fingers were busy, stroking her clit and dipping within her channel to test her readiness. She’d never been so hot so quickly before meeting these amazing men, but now, it seemed, all they had to do was look at her and she was ready to take them any way they wanted.

Drake walked up to the side of the bed, his cock tantalizingly close to her lips. Mace seemed to understand what she wanted, for he lifted her by the hips, placing her on her hands and knees, her head in perfect position for Drake as Mace pushed into her pussy from behind. She whimpered as he filled her, eyes closing in bliss as he slid home.

But they opened even quicker when Drake pushed between her lips, sliding just as easily into her mouth. She looked up at him, her mouth filled almost to overflowing with his thickness as he grinned down at her.

“You feel good, wife. Damn, I think I’m going to really like being married.” He stroked through her hair, holding her head at the angle he wanted while she let him guide her. Mace pushed into her from behind at a gentle pace, moving her up and down on Drake’s cock as well. The slow rhythm stirred her senses by slow degrees, unlike the mighty conflagration of the dragons, but every bit as seductive.

They pulsed together for a few minutes, each enjoying the sensations the three of them created with each other. Krysta sucked at Drake, lifting one hand to cup his balls as his breathing hitched in a most satisfactory way. Mace moved a little more swiftly behind her, stroking her core with his warm hardness. He was a big man and he knew just how to wield that rigid cock. Krysta moaned as he hit that secret spot inside her again and again. She was close to exploding.

And just when she thought she’d gain the bliss just out of reach, Drake stepped back and Mace slid out. She could’ve screamed in frustration, but the men weren’t done with her.

“You know,” Drake said, kneeling on the bed as Mace moved her around like a rag doll, “I’ve never had her pussy. I think it’s time we remedied that oversight.”

“Don’t complain, partner. I let you have her ass first,” Mace griped as he spread her legs and settled at her side.

“And for that I thank you, brother. You’ll find she’s tight and eager.”

“I won’t be if you two don’t stop talking about me like I’m not here,” Krysta groused, playing along with their banter. The way they talked about her body was making her hotter—something she wouldn’t have expected before meeting these two men. They changed every preconceived notion she’d ever had about what she liked and what would repulse her.

Mace reached out and pinched her nipple hard enough to make her squeak. “Pipe down, recruit. You’ll do as we say. Do you understand me?” His fingers threatened retribution for the wrong answer, but his eyes sparkled with play she hadn’t expected. Mace had surprised her yet again.

“Yes.” She moaned when Drake settled at her other side, his long fingers diving into her pussy.

“Yes, what?” Mace grasped her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The grip tightened as he waited for her answer, and started to roll.

“Yes, sir!” She gasped as the pressure became unbearable, pushing her desire higher in a way she never would have expected.

“I think she likes her discipline, Mace,” Drake observed, stroking her core with two limber fingers.

“I think you’re right, brother.” Mace plucked at her nipple, bending down to suck and nip gently at the other one. When he straightened, she was writhing on the bed. “We’ll have to explore that some more later, but for now, I think you need to discover the delights