CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: KIT

THE JOURNEY home had been long, and Kit was relieved when he finally stepped through the familiar doorway of their quarters. His fingers idly played with one of the delicate pearls on his body chain, a sparkling reminder of the night’s festivities.

Underneath his clothes, he wore a pristine white garter belt, silky panties, and sheer hose that added an alluring touch. He smiled as he looked around the bedroom, which reflected each of them now.

“Kit,” Connie rumbled, his deep voice echoing through the room as he locked the door behind them.

With a grin, Kit turned to face his mate, knowing he’d see Connie’s dragon in his eyes.

Without hesitation, Connie closed the distance between them, his powerful steps causing Kit to back up against Hudson. The warmth of his dragon mates enveloped him, a comforting and familiar feeling that never failed to make Kit’s heart swell with love.

Hudson’s large hands settled on the curves of Kit’s hips, the fabric of his white wedding pants pressing against Hudson’s fingers. His touch felt warm and reassuring, causing a flutter in Kit’s stomach.

“What am I feeling here?” Hudson asked, his voice full of curiosity and desire.

Kit couldn’t help but laugh softly at his question. “Why don’t you and Connie explore and find out for yourselves?”

“What treasures lay hidden under those layers?” Connie whispered, curiosity obvious as he touched where Hudson’s hands rested.

“Again, why don’t you find out?”

Kit’s chest heaved with each beat of his heart. A fiery need coursed through his veins, igniting every nerve. He craved their touch like a parched man yearned for water in the desert.

Connie’s soft moan only fueled Kit’s need further. Connie breathed in deeply. “You smell like magnolias,” he whispered, his voice filled with adoration. “I love that about you.”

“You do smell good,” Hudson growled.

“Then let’s get to our bedroom, where there’s lube,” Kit said. “I— Alrighty then!”

Hudson chuckled as Connie hoisted Kit onto his shoulder and stalked toward the bedroom.

“To the bedroom!”

Kit popped his head up and he crooked his fingers in a “come on” gesture as he was carted off.

“I can’t help but wonder if you understand the irony of you carting our mate off as the dragons of old were said to do,” Hudson said as he hurried after them.

By the time Hudson got to the bedroom, Kit was on his knees, Connie’s dick in his mouth. Connie’s head was thrown back, the cords in his neck standing out. Out of the corner of his eyes, Kit saw Hudson removing all his clothing except for his pants.

Kit heard the nightstand open, which was where they kept the lube. He heard Hudson rummaging through the drawer, and mischief and anticipation shot through him. The air was charged with a thick and palpable electric current of desire.

“Let’s get out of these clothes,” Hudson said, leaving the lube on the nightstand. “I want to see what you have on under there.”

Kit couldn’t wait for them to see his white garter belt and hose either.

Connie released a sound halfway between a growl and a sigh, reaching eagerly to pull Kit to his feet. Between the two of them, they stripped each article of clothing with tantalizing slowness. Finally, Kit stood before them in just the delicate lace lingerie and shimmering pearl body chain, accentuating every curve of his toned body.

Connie hurriedly shed everything but his pants, his eyes never leaving Kit.

He reached out, gliding his fingers over the smooth fabric of the garter belt, tracing the silk ribbons that led to the delicate clasps of the hose. “This is….” He gulped.

Each touch was a gentle caress, sending shivers up Kit’s spine, and his body responded with eager anticipation.

Hudson leaned down, his breath hot on Kit’s ear. “You’ve been planning this surprise all along, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice husky.

Kit nodded breathlessly, his gaze locked with Hudson’s. “Wanted tonight to be unforgettable,” he managed to say before Hudson claimed his lips in a deep, all-consuming kiss that spoke volumes of the pent-up desire between them.

Connie, not one to be left out, moved closer and began gently kissing Kit’s neck, deftly unclasping the garter belt and sliding it—along with the hose—down Kit’s legs with undeniable eagerness.

The sheer nude hose delicately draped around Kit’s feet, but with a swift kick, he sent them flying across the room. His silky panties hugged his body like a second skin, emphasizing his hard cock.

He felt powerful and alluring, like one of Connie’s pieces of artwork. Every inch of his being tingled with anticipation. He stood there, completely exposed and utterly cherished, between the two men who loved him.

The vulnerability of this moment made him feel more alive than ever. He relished the heat in their gazes as they took him in, their eyes darkened with lust.

“Absolutely stunning,” Connie murmured, skimming his fingers over the now bare skin where the hose had been. He then shifted his attention toward the piece of silk still covering Kit’s cock. With a playful smirk, he glanced at Hudson. “Shall we unwrap our treasure?”

Hudson responded by reaching for the edge of the panties, but instead of removing them immediately, he brushed his fingers against Kit’s skin. “I think we should savor this moment,” he said thickly, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with Kit.

The tension in the room built, and Kit’s breath caught in his throat as their hands trailed over his sides, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. They lingered on his ribs, fingers tracing over each curve and dip before finally reaching his nipples.

With gentle caresses, they teased and toyed with them until they were hardened and sensitive. The added sensation of the pearls gliding across his skin only heightened Kit’s desire. He trembled with anticipation as he yearned for their touch to travel farther down his body to his cock.

Slowly, and with deliberate care, Hudson and Connie removed the garter belt next. Their hands roamed across his body as if memorizing every curve. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Kit’s heart pounded as Connie and Hudson explored further, their touch electrifying. Connie leaned in and captured Kit’s lips in a searing kiss, his hands continuing their journey down to the edge of the silk panties.

At the same time, Hudson caressed Kit’s back, tracing patterns on Kit’s ass that sent shivers running through his body.

Connie ended his kiss, then tugged at the silk panties, peeling them away to reveal Kit fully.

Both Connie and Hudson finished stripping, neither taking their eyes off Kit.

Hudson stepped forward, gently guiding Kit’s chin toward him for another deep kiss that left them all breathless. Meanwhile, Connie knelt, planting soft kisses along Kit’s thighs, making his way until he was breathing hotly against Kit’s aroused length.

The heat of Connie’s mouth. The feel of his lips wrapped around Kit’s shaft. The fucking suction. Kit was in heaven and hell at once. The need to come built, but he fought it. Damn if he would come this soon.

Hudson broke the kiss and looked into Kit’s eyes with an expression that promised so much more. He gently twisted one of Kit’s nipples. “He’s good at that, isn’t he?”

Kit’s eyes rolled back in his head. He figured that was answer enough. The sensation of both men giving him such focused attention was overwhelming. The pleasure built within him like a storm.

“Are you ready?” Hudson asked softly, his voice rough with his own desire.

“God, yes!”

“On the bed, then,” Hudson said. “Connie, you’re going to fuck him first while I edge him.”

Kit groaned. That meant Hudson was going to tease his dick until his head exploded—it could be either head at this point. It was going to be a game of control, each touch bringing him closer to the brink of madness. And he would be caught between wanting it to end and never wanting it to stop.

He reached for the pearl body chain, but Hudson stopped him. Oh shit, they were going to take him with it on. He sank onto the soft, plush bed and sprawled out on his back, lazily stroking his erection. The familiar heat and pressure built inside him as Hudson joined him on the bed.

Without hesitation, he knocked Kit’s hand away and took over, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through Kit’s body.

Kit bit his lip as he listened to Connie squirt lube, then jerked when one of his fingers gently teased at his entrance before pressing inside him. He spread his legs to give Connie more room, and the stretch was delicious. He moaned at the feeling of being filled even by just a little.

Connie worked him open while Hudson teased him within an inch of his life. Hudson’s hands did wicked things to Kit’s cock, and his head spun as every stroke and probe pushed him closer to the edge. But Hudson kept him hanging there.

Connie groaned. “By the Flames, you just suck my finger right in.”

When Kit started to press back, Connie added another finger, twisting and turning them. When he hit that spot, Kit nearly came off the bed.

“There we go.”

Kit gasped as Connie finger-fucked him hard, nailing his hot spot. After what seemed like an eternity, Kit knew he was about to lose control. “In me. Please! I need you in me!”

Connie aligned one of Kit’s legs on his shoulder, then slid into Kit. With one slow push, he joined their bodies, drawing a long groan from Kit as he was filled, making his toes curl, and his thoughts scatter.

Connie set a slow rhythm, and Hudson rubbed the tip of Kit’s cock with his thumb. Leaning over, Hudson captured Kit’s lips once again in a demanding kiss that swallowed all his moans.

Together, they moved like a well-choreographed dance. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure: the slick noises of skin on skin, their combined heavy breathing, and low groans that verged on growls from deep within their chests.

Each moment heightened their connection until their bond glowed brightly. Nothing else existed beyond this room—beyond this intimate union of bodies and hearts. This wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about celebrating their bond and the force tying them together.

As they approached climax together, hands gripped tighter, kisses became more desperate, and whispers of love and need circulated through the charged air. Hudson’s grip tightened on Kit’s cock, his movements more deliberate, guiding him with an unspoken urgency that matched Connie’s steady thrusts.

Kit was caught in a whirlwind of sensation, each touch spiraling him closer to the brink. He reached out, threading his fingers through Hudson’s as Connie adjusted his angle slightly, hitting deeper.

The rhythm built—a relentless tempo that pulled cries from Kit’s throat. Their bodies moved in harmony, sweat mingling, breaths syncing. Hudson circled his thumb once more around the head of Kit’s cock before pressing firmly, pushing him over the edge into an intense orgasm that rocked through his body like a seismic wave.

As Kit shuddered between them, Connie followed close behind, his own release overtaking him with a low, drawn-out moan. His thrusts slowed, dragging out the pleasure until he finally stilled completely.

Hudson was the last to find his release, jerking off as he watched. With a final kiss to Kit’s lips—a kiss that seemed to seal their shared experience—he let go, warmth spreading between them.

After a few moments of catching their breath, they collapsed into a tangled heap on the bed. Kit was sandwiched between Hudson and Connie, surrounded by the comforting weight of their bodies. He could feel their hearts beating against him, strong and steady—an echo of his own heart.

Soft kisses were exchanged lazily among them as they relaxed in the afterglow. The room was quiet except for their soft murmurs of affection and the occasional chuckle when one of them moved and elicited a slight groan from the others due to oversensitive skin.

“I love you both so much,” Hudson murmured as he traced idle patterns on Kit’s arm.

Connie nodded in agreement, his head resting on Kit’s shoulder. “We love you too, so much.”

Kit smiled softly, contentment washing over him like warm waves. His life had changed so much since meeting these two—an unexpected but most welcome turn of events.

He’d been thrown into the deep end of the pool, but not only had he learned to swim, he had learned how to survive in this new world. There were challenges ahead. Of course there were. But they could handle anything as long as they were together.

“My dragons,” he whispered.

They stayed like that for a while longer, reluctant to break the intimate connection they had forged. Eventually, though, Hudson pulled them from the bed and herded them into the shower.

OUTSIDE, THE world continued on as it always did, but inside that room, time stood still for Kit, Hudson, and Connie. And as they finally drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, Kit knew beyond a doubt that Fate had placed him here for a reason. They would face any challenge together—as three hearts beating as one.