The Lost Alliance (Rise of the Drakens Book 2) by Raven Storm (free ebook reader .txt) 📗
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“We should find a water witch to bring back our streams and waterfalls.”
Ronan’s wistful tone broke through the haze in my mind, and my eyes snapped back to Benedict.
“It’s perfect,” I managed, even as Benedict lowered his eyes in shame.
“It is not a palace, and nowhere near what you deserve, but—”
“What I deserve is to finally have a night with all three of my mates worshipping me.” My tone was light and teasing, but the look on my face let them know I was deadly serious.
“Well, if you insist.” Kieran stressed, picking me up and carrying me to the large bed. Benedict growled and I hit the floor, thankfully padded from the furs and rugs.
“Sorry,” Benedict and Kieran both said at once. Ronan snorted.
“Let’s follow the mating order, so we don’t ruin this night before it begins.” He suggested calmly. “This is new to all of us.”
Benedict and Kieran grunted in agreement. My skin tingled, alive with awareness as three predators watched me through heavily hooded eyes. I smirked, then flared my wings and stepped out of the thin gown, letting it fall to the floor in a delicate pool of black, red, and gold.
“Black suits you,” Benedict rumbled, his voice nothing more than a dark, sensual growl. My thumbs hooked under the band of fabric around my hips, and I tugged it down over my knees, stepping out of it. I paused as I gripped the fabric around my breasts, drinking in their locked gazes. I flashed my fangs and bared my breasts. Kieran and Ronan took a step back, struggling not to physically rush to me out of order. I left the crown on top of my flowing, loosely curled hair.
“My queen in everything.”
The admiration in his voice felt so real—I believed him. I held out a hand, offering myself as he led me to the massive bed. His arms pulled me down into the soft sheets as darkness settled through the hut like another blanket. Benedict’s hands held me down, gripping my waist as he started kissing my stomach. The sensation was new yet alluring, and I shivered in anticipation. My hands tangled in his hair and pulled—I wanted more. He chuckled against my skin, the heat of his breath welcome as the coolness of night descended. Then his mouth was rising up, and he tugged one breast into his mouth. My hands tightened in his hair, and he growled as I yanked.
“More,” I demanded as his fangs grazed my chest.
“I will take my time,” he growled in response, and I snarled and arched my body, my core pressing against his. He pinned me back down, pressing my hands into the mattress. I enjoyed struggling against him, but it was too slow—my head turned to the side and I saw Kieran, standing and watching with ill-concealed patience. I met his gaze, my eyes sending a silent challenge. Kieran’s fangs bared, and then his lips crashed onto mine. Benedict released my hands, keeping my body pinned down with his pelvis. My hands went to Kieran’s hair and pulled him closer, even as Benedict continued his slow, sensuous claim of my body with his tongue.
When no immediate blood was shed as Kieran and Benedict both worked my body in tandem, I reached out a hand to find Ronan, standing on the other side of the bed. My hand traced his waist, drifting down to the raging hardness that protruded from his breeches. I slipped a finger inside the waistband, and he got the message, stripping quickly.
“Too many clothes.”
The sudden absence of everyone shocked me, all three of my mates stripping and returning to me with a speed only achievable by a draken. I laughed then moaned as warm bodies surrounded my own, all three of us fitting easily into the massive bed. Part of me tensed, not wanting them to get into fights over dominance or position.
“Relax. We will figure it out.”
Kieran was my rock, as always. He waited along with Ronan for Benedict, watching what he did before returning to me, taking care not to get in his way. Benedict’s hands returned to my breasts, pinching hard as his tongue went lower and lower. I writhed against him, but Kieran kissed me again and I ceased struggling. My hands sprawled out behind me, and I felt another hardness nudge against my arm. I brought my hand down to cup Ronan’s length, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as I stroked him with a steady, precise rhythm.
The lower Benedict went, the lower Kieran went as well. Kieran left my mouth to devour my breasts, Benedicts fingers finding my wet core and stroking softly. I cried out in torturous pleasure, my hand unmoving around Ronan, who leaned down and claimed my mouth for himself.
“Lay down and flip her over.”
I could barely understand Benedict’s gravelly order, so lost was I in my own haze of blurry sensations. Kieran’s strong arms wrapped around me and lifted me up, and he laid down on his back, laying me down on top of him. His hands cupped my face, and he caught my bottom lip between his teeth. I felt Benedict behind me, his hands gripping my hips and ass, nudging them apart. He teased at my entrance, then he thrust into me from behind. A startled gasp escaped my lungs, momentary shock immediately replaced by a wave of hot, throbbing need. I whined as Kieran kissed me deeply, and then Benedict started to move. One of Kieran’s hands drifted to my breasts, twisting and rolling my nipples between his fingers. The other drifted south, wedging between our cores as he touched me, timing his strokes with Benedict’s powerful thrusts. Each one brought me closer to the edge, until finally Benedict bit down on the back of my neck, drawing my blood into his mouth. I screamed in release, the sound rattling the tree house and shaking the bed. Benedict’s pounding became furious,
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