Firedrake - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,79

before, with Drake, and now Mace, it had an appeal all its own.

Mace began a slow rhythm inside her, but then stopped, confounding her until he rolled them carefully to the side. Mace’s cock was buried in her ass, tighter now in this new position, as she faced a randy and ready Jinn bard.

Drake winked at her when she dragged her gaze from his hard cock up to his face. She knew what was coming next, though she wouldn’t have thought he’d be ready again so soon. Yet another thing to thank the dragons for, she guessed. Or maybe Drake of the Five Lands really was as good as his over-inflated reputation.

She’d soon find out for certain.

Drake lifted her leg over his hip and slid closer, rubbing his cock against her dripping core.

“Ready to take us both, my love? This time the dragons aren’t pushing you to accept us. This time it’s your choice, love. Do you want us?”

“Do you have to ask?” She was panting between words, more ready than she’d ever been. “Stars, Drake, just do it! Please! You’re killing me!”

“As my lady commands.” He winked again as he pushed into her. The position was tight as they both found a home within her body.

“You were right, Drake,” Mace said from behind her. “This feels incredible.”

“Much as I delight in hearing it…” she paused for breath, “…you two really need to start moving now.” She squirmed between them, on the knife’s edge of a pleasure so tantalizing she wanted nothing more than to come. But she needed them to move to bring it about.

“Haste makes waste, sweetheart,” Drake teased her. “You’ll get what you want, but we want to enjoy the feel of you for a bit before we speed on to that inevitable, pleasurable conclusion.”

“Speak for yourself, Drake. I’m about ready to explode back here.” Mace’s voice rumbled from behind her, making her giggle at the frustration they shared.

Drake sighed dramatically and began to thrust. “As you both wish, then. But don’t blame me if this is over too soon.”

“Can’t be soon enough for me!” She gasped as the men started a rhythm that soon caught her up in its swell.

Krysta actually screamed when Mace pulsed inside her bottom, coming hard against her, triggering her own magnificent release. Drake was only a step behind, drawing out her climax with his own pulsating need as he bathed her womb in his rich heat.

She’d never felt anything like it. Without the heat of the dragons to make her senses swim in a wash of pleasure that was theirs and the dragons’ together, she felt the true depth of the experience. It was more than she’d ever dreamed she’d have in her life. She felt cherished, replete and so totally loved, she could never doubt their feelings for her ever again. The men pulled away and rested at her side, each breathing hard.

When she could move, she leaned over to kiss them both, one at a time, thanking them silently for the love they all shared.

The next morning, Drake was gone when Mace and Krysta woke sometime just after dawn. They went in search of breakfast and found a crowd gathered around the windows that looked out onto the courtyard. A quick query to Nellin confirmed the dragons were outside with Drake.

Mace and Krysta walked out onto the steps, watching the wizard and Drake, standing in the center of the large courtyard. The two dragons stood opposite the wizard, encasing Drake in a triangle. Mace listened in through his connection with Nellin, intrigued at the instruction Gryffid was providing.

“How is he doing?” Krysta came up beside him. Mace put his arm around her shoulders and drew her close to his side.

“Nellin says well. He says there’s great magic in Drake, but it’s so close to the dragon’s own fire, he never realized it before. Plus, those years away, surrounded by Jinn magic, must’ve brought it closer to the surface.”

“And I bet a true wizard’s instruction doesn’t hurt either.”

“No, our friend the minstrel seems to learn new talents and skills quickly.”

“He’s more than our friend.” She turned to him and he felt the chastisement and query in her probing gray gaze. All his own turmoil rose and he knew the time had come to discuss his discomfort.

“He’s our bondmate. Our family. I know that, but I have no idea what this new development will mean to us as a unit. How can I fight alongside a mage? I’m a simple soldier.”

She