I wrenched myself back from near oblivion andfocused…
He was rumbling as he worked between my thighs, and my gaze rose from that delicious if disconcerting sight to what arched over him—his wings, opening and closing ever so slightly in rhythm to his rapturous maneuvers.
The edges glimmered gold in the lantern’s illumination, the play of light and shadow providing a study of graceful contours. I pulled away from Rhodes to trace the dancing light with one finger. When I made contact, Zyairfroze, and then, shuddered.
His skin over his wings was like fire. I closed my hand around the main bone, and ran it from the base, to as far as I could reach.
“Verrry nice,” Xandros approved from behind me, and I guessed that watching one’s mate stroke another’s wings was a major Drake turn on.
“She is good with wings,” breathed Rhodes, trailing his tail along my thigh.
Zyair’s magic tongue hesitated, before continuing its work. Until I pulled the taloned wing tip towards me, stuck it in my mouth…
And then sucked. He mentally reached for me, desperate—and following a hunch, I closed my teeth on it, and bit him.
It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but the surge of lust had us all catching our breath. With a gasp, and another shudder, Zyair’s tongue withdrew. His head fell back on his neck, and he groaned, long and low. What flowed from him had Xandros cupping my breasts in squeezing hands and shoving himself against the small of my back with no trivial amount of urgency. I heard the distinctive sound of ripping fabric. As his hands were still on my thighs, I could only conclude that everything about Drakes had the power to disrupt.
Or, at least, rip through coveralls.
When I looked past Zyair to Rhodes, his eyes were glowing garnet. He’d dropped his coveralls and stood with wings spread. Every lean muscle, every contour, gleamed in the lantern light. He was artwork brought to life. When I met his gaze, his highly aroused cock quivered.
Magnificentas well as stupendous.
As I licked and bit at Zyair’s wing, Rhodes’s tail danced along my thigh, and then slipped between them.
Wowsers,those damned tails…
Zyair groaned again. He was shaking so hard I wasn’t sure his legs would continue to hold him, even just in a kneel. The wing scorched against my tongue as the desire coursing off him reached a fever’s pitch.
Pushing myself away from Xandros and Rhodes, I spun around, dropping to my knees before Zyair. I pulled his wingtip with me, nibbling along the bone. The sensations coursing through me from him—my breath caught, and I quivered. The link between all four of us was alive with surging emotion that completed my soul in ways I would never have imagined.
They weremine.
Xandros and Rhodes moved in on each side of me, their bodies gleaming. I touched the massive tip of Xandros’s burgeoning cock with a small talon, and his hips shoved upward until it ran along the length.
Apparently, even without manticore venom, they liked pointy things in very personal places.
I arched my hips invitingly, and suddenly there was something drifting along my inner thigh, and then deeper… The very tip stroked, then, began to vibrate. Rhodes rumbled as his tail sent pulses of lightning through me.
Fucking hell.Tongues and tails, these Drakes had it all.
And it all belonged to me…
How had I gotten so damned lucky? I owed Fate a chocolate bar. Or a few million.
Zyair was shaking with desire,hurtingwith it. He needed me like a fish did water. More, even.
“Take me,” I panted, pushing back against him.
Xandros was all but humping my hand. “Take her, bro. She is ready.” He rumbled a laugh. “Shaftz, so am I.”
Rhodes moved to stand beside the crate, and his tail moved over in front of me, supporting my torso as it tortured my breasts. I slid my hand from Xandros to wrap around what jutted toward me from Rhodes, wishing for my own pleasure-wreaking tail. All I had were two hands and?—
I lowered my lips to Xandros.
“Oh, yeah, my little drifter. That is it,” he rumbled.
I continued to stroke Zyair’s wing with my other hand, and everypass of my fingers over his hot scaled skin elicited an answering quiver through him. His hands clenched on my hips, and at last, he was there. Poised at my entrance, his breath hitching, his big body trembling with suppressed need.
