Firedrake - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,87

but he wanted her to come with him. He’d hold out as long as he could to make that happen.

Drake pushed in with little resistance, glad of the welcome of her tight body. He began a languid rhythm, wanting to stoke her fires slowly, to bring her to peak with him.

But Mace had other ideas, apparently.

Mace lifted her to her elbows, positioning his head beneath her body so he could suck on her hanging nipples. Drake paused only a moment to lean over and see what the other man was up to and received a cocky, satisfied grin in return. Drake had never seen the sober knight smile in just that way, and it boded well for Krysta’s pleasure this night.

Drake thrust into her with renewed energy, knowing Mace was there to help him as he’d just helped Mace. This partnership business had unforeseen benefits, indeed.

Krysta’s excitement built as Mace worked her nipples with his tongue, teeth and lips. Mace slid the fingers of one hand into Krysta’s curls, seeking her clit, much as Drake had done, only this position put the other man perilously close to Drake’s own arousal. He didn’t mind. He’d done this before once or twice with drunken Jinn, but this was the first time he’d been part of this kind of excess with two people who really mattered in his life. Two people he’d spend the rest of his days with—living and working side by side. The thought was staggering.

Mace did something that made Krysta clench, and Drake looked down to find they’d readjusted their position. Mace lay to her side now, one hand pinching her nipple, the fingers of the other on her clit, his hard cock sticking up near her mouth. Even as he watched, she lowered, increasing the angle of her pussy on Drake’s cock as she took Mace into her hot mouth. The thought of that wet heat had Drake increasing the pace. He was close now. He could feel his balls draw up, his seed boiling inside.

“Pick it up, Mace,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

Krysta came hard around him, clenching and tugging at his cock with her powerful, inner muscles. Drake came a moment later, spewing inside her.

As they calmed, Mace turned on the wide bed, making room for Drake to collapse, which he promptly did after long, long moments of bliss inside his woman. When Drake was finally spent, Mace was there to take Krysta in his arms, and place her gently on the bed. Drake was glad. The will was strong, but his flesh was weak. She’d wrung him out and left him nearly unable to move.

“Sweet Mother!” Drake whispered his shock at one of the best orgasms of his life.

Krysta rolled to her side, snuggling into him as he lay on his back. He brought one arm around her shoulders, enjoying the feel of her next to him.

But Mace wasn’t done. He cuddled behind her, stroking one hand between her legs as Drake propped up on one elbow to watch. Mace drew their wetness from her pussy back to the tight hole of her ass and Drake’s gaze shot up to Mace’s.

“I want to come from behind this time.”

Krysta wiggled in renewed arousal at Mace’s possessive words.

“As you wish, brother.” Drake wasn’t going to argue. Mace was on a roll and Drake didn’t mind following his lead one bit.

What followed was a long night filled with what could only be termed debauchery. They tried all sorts of positions and combinations, free from the dragons’ influence. The dragons enhanced their pleasure, to be sure, but also directed their actions on some basic levels. Without the dragons’ pleasure riding them, it was purely up to them, and Drake was amazed to find Mace had some rather creative ideas on how to pleasure their woman. The knight definitely knew how to operate as part of a team.

They took her together and separately, used the scarves to tie her to the bed frame in various positions until she screamed in ecstasy.

The early morning light bounced off the waves as they rolled ashore on Gryphon Isle. A small party set out for the beach. Two dragons, two knights and their mate, two fey warriors, a set of gryphons, the prince and the wizard Gryffid.

Lilith and Gerrow would fly on Herorthor’s and Llydiss’s backs as far as the shore of Draconia as honor guard. They would not trespass on Draconian soil, but would turn back for home as soon as they saw