Chapter Five

The twins were adept in the food preparation department. It was a lucky thing because while Daphne wanted to be a great cook, her previous boyfriend had said one thing. “You’re a great doctor, but a cook you are not.” She understood his strength was not in the kitchen department. By the time they came back she was starving, and their friend had not arrived.

She was tasked with making a salad, and she was quite happy with the task. That was one thing she couldn’t ruin while they made thick sandwiches and roasted chicken. She didn’t understand the pairing but hey, she was sharing lunch with men who morphed into dragons. Understanding had gone out the window. After setting the table, they sat down to lunch and began to eat. Curiosity won out so Daphne asked the question plaguing her mind.

“So, you guys share a lover?” Daphne asked in a matter-of-fact tone. Iarl looked up at her, startled, while Skard calmly ate his lunch.

“Yes we do,” Skard answered after chewing.

“H-how does that work exactly?” Daphne cleared her throat weakly.

“We share intimacy, nothing more,” Iarl answered.

“I don’t get what you mean,” she persisted.

Skard set his fork down and folded his fingers. “We are in bed together, we touch our lover, kiss her intimately, we share the sensations as we please our mate. Then we each take a turn in penetrating and driving her passion, as well as ours, higher. But we have found very few females who are willing to be shared by us. They think we are big, strong, and will penetrate as one and hurt them. That is not our intent. Our mate’s pleasure would be our first priority. The only way we would find our pleasure in this would be to bring her to the pinnacle of desire.”

“Okay.” The word squeaked out, and Daphne bent her head over her food and shoved some salad into her mouth. Their words inflamed her, and she didn’t know what else to say. Holy shit! she repeated in her mind.

“There is something else.” Iarl’s voice was a deep timber that seemed like a caress.

“Um, what’s that?” she asked almost breathlessly.

“Your scent intoxicates us,” Skard replied. “Our dreams are filled with images of you, and we want to show you how much immense pleasure we can bring you. Mate with us, Daphne, be ours. Two of us will cherish you better than just any one man.”

“Can I think about it?” Daphne asked.

Iarl nodded and smiled. “Certainly, by all means. How about you save room for dessert? We have various forms of the creamy ice cream treat in the freezer. It was introduced to us by the wives of our brothers.”

“Oh yeah.” Daphne grinned. “What’s your favorite flavor?”

“All of them,” they answered simultaneously.

That made her laugh, and it lightened the sexual tension in the room just a bit. Lunch was over, and she made her escape upstairs to the bedroom to think. Daphne looked out the window just in time to see them strip down to nothing and lay out by the pool in the sun with their eyes closed. They were magnificent, and the cocks that hung between their legs were so impressive she licked her lips. In other cultures women were known to have several husbands that shared the affection, household tasks, and raising children.

Even in today’s society men were known to have sister wives. Why should she say no to something that some may find taboo but with her education and open mindedness sounded so very delicious? Did she dare? Later, after she showered and changed, there was a lull while they waited for Raven and Raul to arrive. The sun had gone down, and she’d been hiding out in her room since lunch.

The twins were cooking again, and the delicious smells made her stomach rumble with hunger. In the midst of the fight she had just stuffed everything in her backpack, and to keep her mind occupied from thinking about Skard and Iarl, she got them in order. Deciding to take the bull by the horns, she gathered up the files, the pictures, and everything she had correlated from her dig findings and headed downstairs. She found them in the kitchen. Both men were shirtless and barefoot. Their hair was down across their broad shoulders. Iarl and Skard looked wild and sexy as hell.

“What’s for dinner?” she said and grimaced at the high pitch of her voice.

Iarl turned to look at her while he stirred something in a big pan on the stove. “I’m making the vegetables, and we have potatoes.”

“I’m grilling meat outside.” Skard took a bowl from the fridge as he spoke.

“You guys do eat a lot of protein. Steaks for breakfast, chicken for lunch, now more meat,” Daphne teased.

“We are carnivores.” Skard smiled, and his even teeth almost seemed predatory after his words. “Didn’t you read the stories of old where dragons picked their teeth with the bones of their human feasts?”

“We don’t eat humans,” Iarl added hurriedly. “He is teasing you.”

Daphne laughed. “I gathered. So... About what we discussed at lunch.”

“You’ve made a decision?” Iarl asked.

“I-I can’t just say yes. I don’t even know if I like you both that way.” She blew out an embarrassed breath and fanned her warming face. “I mean you’re hot and all, but what if there’s no chemistry? I want to propose an experiment.”

“An experiment,” Skard repeated the words slowly.

Daphne raised her chin. “Kiss me, both of you. Let me see if we have that spark.”

Skard put the bowl on the table and Iarl turned the stove off as he spoke. “I think we will have a fire.”

Daphne held her breath as they both moved closer, their height and broad shoulders dominating the small area where they stood and making her heart race. They moved around her slowly. Skard touched her shoulder while he inhaled deeply, and Iarl ran his hand down the curve of her hips and pulled her against him. She could feel Skard pressed against her back while she drowned in Iarl’s green gaze and his head descended to hers. Their lips connected, and Iarl lovingly tantalized her with his mouth. Daphne whimpered as he flicked his tongue out to run it along her bottom lip. She opened her mouth willingly, and he slipped his tongue between her lips. She heard his groan as he deepened the kiss and from behind her Skard echoed the guttural noise his brother made and pressed closer. Daphne could feel his erection, and along with Iarl’s kiss, desire coursed through her.

“Brother,” Skard said the one word and his voice was hoarse with need.

Iarl lifted his head and Skard immediately turned her so she was in his arms. His kiss was almost savage, and she succumbed to the bliss while he penetrated her mouth with his tongue with a wildness that she’d never felt before. It was the same as before. This time Iarl moved against her sensuously, and his hardness was easy to recognize. My god. Daphne didn’t know that being trapped between two hard male bodies could be so arousing. She wondered what more they could off to drive her wild and that thought made her wet. Finally she pushed at Skard’s hard chest until he moved away. Both men watched her without saying a word, silently assessing.

“Okay,” she gasped. “We have a definite fire together.”

They both grinned and Skard spoke. “We agree.”

“We should finish dinner before your friends arrive,” Daphne said weakly, still reeling from both their kisses.

“We could think of others things we could be doing, but for now, dinner,” Iarl replied.

“Soon enough we will be mated,” Skard said as he took up the bowl he’d placed on the table and went outside.

Iarl returned calmly back to his spot at the stove, and Daphne had no doubt what he meant. If they had said let’s go upstairs right now, she probably would have followed them eagerly. What did it mean to be mated with two men, let alone two who had dragons as a second nature? And was it worth her career and everything she’d built in her life on her own to keep their existence a secret?