3. Jaiyana

CHAPTER THREE

JAIYANA

B y the time Og and Tyson finished exploring every bit of me with objects of every shape and texture, my entire body felt like an overly tightened guitar string, ready to snap. The pressure of the original rum bottle still pressed against my clit, only now I was slick with need and desperate for more.

The guys worked hard for this moment.

At first, I leaned into my resolve, refusing to admit my arousal. We needed less intimacy, not more. But I wanted more. I wanted it so badly that if I focused on it, I’d cry. So, I didn’t focus on what I wanted, only what I felt.

With my sight gone, I responded to every motion tenfold. Not even my little voice had cut through the slow build, leaving me wet and mewling with sensation.

I recognized the buzz of the storm dildo Og and Lux made together. Someone stood above my head. Their thighs tensed as they leaned down and ran the charged dragon cock across my lips. Desperate to be involved, I opened my mouth and sucked. The pressure from the rum bottle increased against my slick sex.

“Good girl.” Tyson’s voice came from the far side of the bed, meaning Og stood above my head. He pulled his toy out, and something bigger and warmer caressed my lips.

A tremor of fear mixed with my heightened senses, and Tyson pressed the bottle further into my clit. I couldn’t stop my hips from grinding against it. Tyson pulled back, taking away my pleasure. “Now, swallow for me, pet, or I’ll leave you like this.”

“Just say no, and I’ll stop,” Og promised, pulling back.

I tilted my head back and opened my mouth as wide as it would go, welcoming Og into my mouth. The warlock let out a half groan, half growl, and slowly pushed forward. Ginger and dark chocolate exploded on my taste buds. After a thousand years, I didn’t have much of a gag reflex left. As he hit the back of my throat, I relaxed. Og’s monster cock slid so far down my neck it blocked my air passage. It was exhilarating, though maybe not the most comfortable.

“Feck me,” Tyson breathed. “I can see the outline of your dick in her throat.”

“Oh, Jay,” Og let out a noise, more animal than man, and pulled out, letting me breathe, before sliding back in.

“Feck me, feck,” Tyson slammed the bottle into my clit and rocked it back and forth. I pictured the fire prince's eyes glued to my throat. Was Tyson touching himself? I’d never wanted a man to be masturbating so badly in my entire life.

I couldn’t match Tyson’s rhythm with the bottle. Between the bindings holding me in place and his erratic motions, shocks of unexpected heat made my walls clench. I withered between the two dragon shifters. Sensation washed away my rational mind.

Suddenly, Og pulled out of my mouth and grunted. “Jay, shit, ah.” A splash of hot cum hit my shoulder as Og desperately tried to control his release. Without his dick in my mouth, my focus narrowed to my clit. The feel of the glass bottle vanished, replaced with the hot suck of a mouth. A bent finger filled my opening as Tyson’s tongue attacked my clit with the force and heat of his element.

My orgasm crashed into me. I tensed and bucked, ripping the fabric of the cloth tying down my right leg. Tyson’s tongue scooped into my opening, sucking out my juices before he flew backward. Aftershock rocked my body, and I panted, trying to remember which direction was up.

Og removed my blindfold and calmed me with his touch. His face glowed like a kid at a candy shop. With his free hand, he sliced through the rest of my bindings. I sat up, rubbing my wrists. The walls shook again. This time, bits of dust and shifting brick rained down on us. The shaking suddenly stopped, as if the air dragons didn’t want to damage their own castle or the princes inside it.

Only the heavy air of Og’s protection spell remained.

My sex-fogged mind struggled with a jumble of thoughts. I was warm, comfortable, and suddenly sleepy as hell. But I needed to act… because if something didn’t happen right now, it would be bad.

And “it” is referring to?

Something, I just said that.

Right, Jay. Exactly.

I tried to inch toward the edge of the bed, and Og captured me. “It’s been a long night. A few hours of sleep won’t change anything.”

Tyson groaned from his smoking pile on the floor.

“I need to help Tyson,” I said, trying to move again.

An unexpectedly firm push from Og guided me onto Lux’s pillows. “I’ll help him, but only if you sleep. You need time to process Jay. You got your voice back, literally stormed a dragon council, spent half a day in a cramped oubliette, only to rescue yourself and end up between Tyson and me. If you refuse to stop and think, at least let your subconscious do it for you.”

I started to scowl at the warlock, but the world grew hazy. He wasn’t wrong, I was exhausted. I forced my eyes open, desperately trying to stay awake. In a far corner, the faintest red blink caught my eye. I tilted my head to the side, trying to focus on it, but I didn’t see another before sleep dragged me under.