Chapter 24

TWENTY-FOUR

Samantha

I walk through my bedroom, wearing my comfy pajamas and drying my hair from the shower with my towel. It had been another long day of learning to be dragons with Zane. The more we flew with him, the more I realized how right he was. Zane is all dragon, and we’re… we’re all human.

My thoughts go back to watching Zane fight with Aydan a few days ago. Zane had opened his mouth and let loose so much ice that Aydan’s wings had frozen, and he’d hit the ocean, hard . He didn’t stay down long. Zane wasn’t trying to hurt him, but I could hear Aydan’s words in my mind. He was shocked. He didn’t even see it coming.

Zane had simply asked why he hadn’t thought to fight ice with fire. Aydan had explained that he just hadn’t thought about using his fire. The truth was, I don’t know if any of us would have thought about it in that situation. It just didn’t come naturally to us.

They’d tried again today. This time, things went better. Aydan used his fire, and Zane used his ice, and they battled for far longer before taking a break, without anyone ending up hurt.

Evander was no better. At one point, Evander had been chasing Zane. Zane dove down into the water, and Evander, not having enough time to pull up, had gone in after him. But then, Zane had ended up on Evander’s back in the water.

Zane had warned him that ice dragons were at home in the water. No fire dragon should ever enter the water with an enemy ice dragon, even a beta one like the enemy dragons. I think the ease with which Zane had taken control of Evander in the water had frightened Evander, proving to all of us that Zane knew what he was talking about.

And me? It’d been another brutal day. Every day of training had been. It was as if Zane had made it his mission to gently get me to realize that a female dragon has no place in a battle.

Something he’s been successful at teaching me.

I had learned that compared to the males I was smaller, weaker, and more fragile. Being faster, maybe even smarter, helped me to avoid fights with the male dragons, which was a skill in itself. But if I was forced into a battle with them? My best bet was to run. And I hate that my skill is that I can run away faster.

Even Dahlia, who had initially been all gung-ho about woman power and me helping to take down the asshole dragons, had gotten quieter. At dinner last night, she’d started talking about what we’d do together when the guys went to fight.

So she’s even lost faith that I can do this.

None of them had said it today, or any other day, but when they talked about plans on how to take Balor, Than, and Kek down, they always discussed it like the three of them would be going.

I didn’t correct them.

It burns my pride, but they’re right that I’m probably a liability when our entire goal is to attack a group of male dragons. I don’t want anyone to get hurt because they’re trying to protect me against bigger, stronger opponents.

Maybe I’m growing up. Possibly maturing. I don’t like it.

The buzzer on my door sounds. I sigh and toss the towel on the back of a chair, then go and open the door. It’s Aydan, looking freshly showered. His wet, blond hair falls over one eye.

“Can I come in?”

My eyes rake his gray pajama pants and white t-shirt with more than a little interest. “Sure, what’s up?

He comes in and instantly pulls me into his arms. I breathe him in and feel him do the same. I don’t know why, but this eases some of the worry inside of me. Aydan is strong, tough, and incredible. He can handle fighting the other dragons.

“I’m sorry,” he says against my hair.

“Sorry for what?”

He breathes me in again. “Sorry that you don’t get to go into battle with us tomorrow.”

Balor, Than, and Kek had stopped occasionally burning a building down and terrifying some people, and had changed their tactics today. Now, they seem to be besieging war wherever they go. They need to be stopped before things get completely out of control and the government sends the full force of the military after them.

I draw back from him. “Do you know how upset it makes me that you’re all going to go fight, risking your lives, just to protect me?”

“I know,” he says. “None of this is simple, but we’re making the best decision we can at a hard time. We can’t do better than that.”

The door buzzes again. I frown and push the button to open it. Zane is there, a fresh scratch on his hand, but looking happy as can be in nothing but his boxers, his long hair wet. “My pet and I cuddled today.”

Aydan looks back at him, clearly noting his hand. “And did your pet… enjoy these cuddles?”

Zane nods his head eagerly. “She even purred… before she bit me.”

Aydan laughs, and I shake my head.

“Do you really think she’s going to get used to you?” I ask.

Zane steps into the room. “I’ve had lifetimes to learn how to make angry things like me.” Then he casts a glance toward Aydan.

Aydan sighs and puts an arm around his neck, squeezing him. “You’re not so bad. Doesn’t mean I like you though.”

“You… my pet… you will both learn to love me.” Then Zane turns to me. “How are you?”

I’m not surprised he’s wondering about me. He and I haven’t gotten to talk much since he started teaching us how to fight. Based on Aydan and Evander’s reactions, we hadn’t had a repeat of our night together, even though I missed him so bad my whole chest ached.

“I’m fine, why?”

His brows wrinkle. “You seemed upset. I am sure we all felt it through our connection.”

“Our connection?” I ask, confused.

Zane moves closer and sets a hand on my chest. “Right here. It is where we feel our connection. How we sense each other. It is what pains us when we need each other.”

It’s weird. I think I’ve been aware of that pain in my chest since becoming a dragon. I’ve felt it with both Evander and Aydan. When we fought. When we were apart.

But I’m not sure I like it.

The door buzzes again. I groan and move to it, pushing the button once more. Evander is freshly showered, like the other two, wearing black gym shorts and a gray t-shirt. When he sees Aydan and Zane, he looks surprised.

“Come in and join the party,” I tell him, then snag his hand and pull him in. “What’s up?”

“I–I was just worried about you.”

“That seems to be the general consensus.”

He glances at the other two men. “You were worried too?”

Aydan shrugs. “Sam has never been one to let other people tell her what to do. This dragon stuff can’t be fun for her.”

I walk deeper into the room and plunk myself on the edge of my bed. “It’s not. Did you guys see how many times I tried to beat you? I could out-maneuver every one of you. It wasn’t even that hard to outrun you. But I couldn’t fight you head on.”

Zane kneels down at the edge of the bed and takes my hands in his. “You do not remember, so let me remind you. Dragon females are far more important than dragon males. You are rare. Born one to every twelve or more males. You are faster. You are far more clever. But there is no need for you to fight unless you have to. It is like taking a beautiful sculpture and using it to attack someone. Let them use a sword or an axe – they are far more effective – and leave the sculpture to inspire and amaze all that look upon it.”

“So I’m a pretty thing to stare at?” I ask blankly.

Aydan rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what he said. He’s just saying, male dragons are biologically bigger than female dragons, and better suited for fighting. It’s not that we don’t need you though. We all desperately need you.”

I smile. “Desperately?”

“Desperately,” he repeats, a smile curling his lips.

Unable to help myself, I lean down and kiss Zane. “Thank you.”

Aydan bristles and flops down on the bed next to me. “I’m the one that made you feel better.”

Laughing, I lean over and kiss him too.

Evander looks uneasy. “We do need you. You know we do. Just let us take care of things with these beta dragons. Then life will be peaceful, and we can just focus on us.”

“Us?” I ask. “The four of us?”

Evander sits down on my other side, and tilts my head toward him. “If that’s how it has to be.” Then he kisses me so hard that my head spins.

Zane sighs loudly.

I turn to him and ask, “What’s wrong?”

He looks like a kid who's been told Halloween has been canceled. “It is just that in our other lifetimes this is how it would begin.”

“What would begin?”

He cocks his head, as if he’s surprised I don’t know. “How things would begin between us. I am in a perfect position to slide off your shorts and underwear and begin licking you. Evander and Aydan would remove your shirt and start kissing and touching you, and soon we would all end up in bed together, happy and satisfied.”

It’s like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I realize that I’m turned on, that just his description was enough to get me going. And just as I realize that, I think all the men realize it too.

“You like that idea,” Evander says, watching me closely.

I swallow around the lump in my throat. “I–I don’t know.”

“You do,” Aydan responds. “We can all smell that you do.”

I try to close my legs, but Zane gently parts them once more. Then he slides his hands up my thighs, watching me like a hawk. “You always liked when we would describe things. You liked to have us talking during sex.”

“She still likes that,” Evander murmurs.

My cheeks feel hot as Evander kisses my throat, wrapping his hands in my hair. Unfortunately for me, that turns me on even more, and I know all three of them are aware of it. My head lolls to Aydan’s side, and then he captures my lips with his, and I feel my entire body heat up.

The hands on my thighs shift and inch forward. “Can I touch her? Or will I be throttled again?”

Aydan breaks our kiss, sounding frustrated. “Touch her. Taste her. Get her ready for us.”

I feel Zane grab ahold of my shorts and underwear, and then he pulls them off. It’s mildly embarrassing to be bottomless around them, but I remind myself that all three of them have seen me naked. Hell, all three of them have been inside me.

Still, when Aydan goes back to kissing me and Evander continues to suck my neck, I feel like I’m living a dream I’ve had too many times. Doesn’t everyone dream of three beautiful men making her scream in pleasure? I feel Zane spread my legs wide and then his fingers are stroking the outside of my lower lips. Stroking, gently teasing me as I get wetter and wetter.

“You’re dripping,” Zane murmurs.

I feel his finger run along my slit, and then the sound of him sucking. It only lasts a moment before his fingers are back, pushing inside me, stroking me slowly, drawing my arousal higher one notch at a time. I cry out against Aydan’s warm lips as Zane’s cold fingers spread me wider, and his lips press inside of me.

Then I stop breathing. I stop moving. I just allow them to touch me, to taste me, to make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Zane’s lips, cold as ice, feel so incredibly good. Like the cold awakens nerves inside of me that I never even knew were there.

Aydan breaks our kiss. The two fire dragons remove my shirt and lay me back. Each man takes a nipple, sucking softly one moment, then sharply the next.

It starts to be too much. I’m panting, my thoughts gone, feeling like my world is slipping from my fingertips. My hands dig into Evander and Aydan’s hair, and I pull them closer. I start to bounce against Zane’s mouth, whispering, “Yes, yes, yes!”

The orgasm that hits takes me by surprise, and then I’m thrusting my hips while Zane licks and sucks me faster and faster as I ride my orgasm over a cliff.

When I collapse back, Aydan chuckles. “That was easy.”

“Fuck you,” I groan.

He laughs some more. Then, before I can call them every name in the book, they start to strip. My mouth runs dry, all the insults forgotten, as I take in the sea of muscles and giant cocks.

Whatever I did to deserve this, I need to do it again, over and over again.

Aydan comes to the bed and picks me up, and my arms go around his neck. His cock is hard, pressed against my pussy without entering me, and I shiver at the thought of him being inside me soon. Someone comes behind me, and I look back to see Evander. He kisses me gently and runs his hand down my sides.

I look to Zane, wondering how this is going to work. He pulls up a chair and sits down, wrapping his hand around his own cock.

“Zane?” I whisper.

“It is okay. I like to watch.”

And his words make my nipples harden.

Aydan shifts beneath me, until I feel his tip pressing at my entrance. With my legs wrapped around his back, I feel spread wide by the man. And it’s an amazing feeling.

Inch by inch he presses into me, huge and filling me in a way that makes it hard to breathe. And then I feel Evander rubbing in my juices before he moves to my ass and slowly starts to press into me from behind.

My mind is spinning. I glance at Zane and find him pumping himself harder and harder, his eyes dark, his gaze focused on where I’m being pierced from both sides. The knowledge that he’s watching makes my pussy clench, and Aydan groans, swearing beneath his breath.

The two men begin to plunge in and out of me, creating a rhythm, like they’ve done this a thousand times before. The nerves inside me spark and burn with pleasure as their lengths rub against every one of them.

My head falls back, but I keep my gaze on Zane. Aydan sucks on my neck. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe. Every part of me feels alive and aware in a way that feels like too much. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this sensation, like having every part of me stretched and filled in the most amazing way possible.

I grip Aydan’s shoulders harder. My nails digging into his shoulders. Precum runs down Zane’s cock, but he gives it no mind. His focus is on me. On us.

Zane rises from his chair and reaches between Aydan and I, finding my clit. His wet cock presses against my thigh, and his precum smears my thigh. Their scents come over me, and I breathe them in, their arousal increasing my own.

Without a word, the men seem to know what I want. What I need. Their pumping becomes harder, faster, and Zane rubs my clit like he’s trying to start a fire.

“Fuck,” I moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

My orgasm hits, a moment of pure ecstasy that sets me on fire. I move between them, riding their cocks so hard that the friction makes my toes curl and my mind feel numb. My pussy clenches as my muscles tense, and my men groan, no doubt trying to hold onto their own control. But they don’t need to. I’ve reached my peak. They can come. I want them to. I love the way my body feels with their cum inside me.

Evander explodes first in my ass, and the immediate hot lubricant feels like heaven in my ass. I press myself against him, trying to drain him of every drop, while he curses my name. Aydan is next, his hot cum filling my pussy with warmth that makes me shiver. My nipples ache, and I roll my head, overcome by my own desire, by the screaming of my nerves, by the all-consuming pleasure that is my men.

Zane comes on my leg, and the liquid is cold and delicious in a whole other way. His scent washes over me, and I turn my head toward him. He captures my lips and continues to press his tip to my leg until his cum slows.

There’s a moment of calm before they begin shifting. My head spins as Aydan pulls out of me and Evander climbs onto the bed, with his cock still in my ass, and falls back. Then I hear Zane and Aydan whispering, and I shift, feeling empty and needy. Wanting them inside me.

“Almost done with your chat?” I pant.

Then Zane and Aydan both look at me with hunger in their eyes. They climb onto the bed, and I lick my lips, wondering what they have in store for me. Zane slides on top of me, but he scoots up higher than I’d normally expect and angles his big cock inside of me. I’m about to ask him what the hell he’s doing, when Aydan comes up behind him.

“T–there’s only two holes.”

Aydan chuckles, and the sound is dark and dangerous. “Trust us.”

Zane’s cold cock slips deeper into me until he comes to his hilt. Then, he waits, and I buck against him, not at all in the mood to be patient.

Which is when I feel Aydan squeezes his cock into my pussy right along Zane’s. My eyes widen. My mouth forms into an O, and my legs try to snap together, and fail.

“Fuck!” I groan, grabbing the sheets and twisting my hands.

The fit. It’s too tight. There’s no way in hell I can handle three men inside of me. I’m not built for that. No one is built for that.

But I don’t want to tell them to stop. I crave the idea of the three men inside of me. My men. All in me at the same time.

My eyes flutter closed. I clench my teeth, fighting the urge to tell them to stop. I know if I say the words, they will stop, and I’ll be left feeling empty without them.

When Aydan finally reaches his hilt, we’re all breathing hard. I realize that I’m wet. And not just a little. I’m soaking all of us. I can’t even imagine how drenched their cocks must be, and it’s all because I’m so damn turned on by this, even though I can’t imagine them actually fucking me.

“How is that?” Evander asks, his voice low and sexy.

“F-fine,” I manage.

“Good girl,” he growls into my ear. His hands find my breasts, and he starts plucking the nubs, sending sparks straight to my core.

“Ready?” Zane asks softly, and our gazes meet and hold.

After a second, I nod.

They start to move inside of me, and it’s like being hit by a truck full of pleasure. Curses explode from my lips, and my toes curl, but they keep going. Slowly. Carefully. Rubbing those delicious hard cocks across every nerve in my body.

At first I hold perfectly still, afraid to even breathe. Afraid they could go deeper or harder and tear me into pieces. But nothing goes wrong. Everything just feels… so, so good. Better than I ever imagined.

And then I slowly, tentatively begin to move between them.

It’s their turn to curse. Their turn to be tense and wound up. I move more between them, taking them deeper, taking them faster.

Hands clench me from every direction, holding on for dear life, and they start to meet my movements with their own. It takes them even deeper, touching parts of me I only ever imagined existed.

Pleasure uncurls within me, dances inside me. And I begin chanting their names, working their cocks harder and faster as they work harder and faster against me.

Everything inside of me tightens, tenses, and then explodes. The orgasm that hits me is blinding. Darkness gives way to lights and stars that dance in front of my eyes as they pump in and out of me with the vigor of three powerful men.

Zane’s cold cum hits me first, and I shiver, feeling alive and amazing. Aydan is next, and then Evander, their warm cum coating my insides and making me feel like I might have been fucked to death.

My head is light. My throat is raspy from screaming, and I feel amazing.

Then they start to swell inside of me.

“No fucking way,” I groan.

“Fuck,” Evander pants beneath me.

“Are you knotting?” I ask, feeling the fit becoming impossibly tight.

When no one answers, I curse all of them.

Above me, Zane simply grins. “Nothing to do now except fuck until they stop swelling.”

I glare up at him, but the look is wiped from my face when he starts to fuck me again.

This is going to be the longest night of my life. And I’m not sure I mind.