Oh,yes. My entire being focused on that one, rapturous moment as I pushed back against him, and he entered me. He growled before he sank in, one glorious inch at a time.
It was—cosmic. The perfect combination of stretch and friction. Before he was even fully seated, I was rocking onto him, my body tightening with each long slide. Xandros thrust gently into my mouth as I danced talons over his brother, each of us linked to the sensations coursing through Zyair and myself.
Rhodes’s tail wrapped around my waist, helping to set the rhythm as his shaft jumped in my hand, and a split second later, Xandros’s did in my mouth.
“Shaftzzz,” rumbled Xandros, his eyes rolling back in his head. I nibbled beneath the burgeoning head of him, and he arched helplessly upward. “Enough,” he pleaded. “Bring it home, bro.”
But wrapped as he was in manticore venom, he needed something more. So I curled my fingers, and sank my talons into his wing membrane…
Zyair cried out and, with a strong thrust, swelled inside me. My body tightened around him. He held me close, lying overtop of my back and his brother’s tail. Once, twice, three times more…
And we shattered.
All of us. All at once. Wave after wave pulsed through us as the Drakes roared—the entire ship had to have vibrated with the power of it. At least, it certainly felt like it.
In the aftermath, Xandros lay back on the crate.
“The whole shaftzing universe moved,” he stated. “Of that, I am sure.” Another shudder ran through him.
“Not done yet, brothers,” Rhodes growled.
His tail supported us as Zyair lay along my back. The pain coming from the golden Drake had lessened, but only by a smallamount. If we were looking for this to heal him, it hadn’t done it. My heart felt as though it might rip in two.
But then I felt him swell inside me. The locking. I welcomed it this time with little lifts of my hips that had him hissing between his teeth.
“Do you know what you do to me?” he husked. “You are my night, and my day. My everything.”
“Oureverything,” murmured Rhodes.
“You got that right,” confirmed Xandros.
Both of them remained rigid. I gasped and writhed and rode Zyair as he became so deliciously tight within me.
And then, his shaft began to vibrate.
Borne on the desire pulsing from all three, it carried me higher than ever before. I licked Xandros, and he arched upward with a gasp. When I closed my hand once more around Rhodes, the Drake who was always in control, groaned and pushed hard into my hand. Their eyes were open and glowing with their dragons as the four of us climbed and climbed…
This time, when we shattered together, I swear time stopped. For at least thirty ecstatic seconds—or was it minutes? I couldn’t say for sure. All I know is that I hung there, suspended by Rhodes’s tail and held within the circle of Zyair’s arms, for what felt like forever.
As I breathed them all in, I was smothered by the scents of fresh rain, leather, and spicy forest breezes. Zyair pulled me back with him to lie on the mattress. Rhodes released his tail to let me go.
To my dismay, the pain wasn’t gone. We hadn’t cured Zyair.
“It is much better, little Draka,” Rhodes soothed. “He should be able to hold on, now, until we can get him to Amelia.”
“If he can shift, it might help,” Xandros added. “Our dragon is strong.”
Rhodes looked at Zyair. “Do you think you can? Xandros is right. Your dragon might fight off the venom much better thanyour humanoid form.”
Zyair held me close, and pushed his nose into my hair. Ah, that inhale. I’d never get tired of it.
“I just want to hold you,” he said.
“I’ll stay with you, if you can shift,” I told him.
Rhodes sighed. “Are you giving Zyair an order?”
“Is Xandros right?” I asked.
