“All is fair in love and war.” He’s pragmatic, though I can see a little Bjorn-smile curling his lips now from how much he just aroused me.
“We’re not at war, Bjorn. At least, not yet.” Ström releases me with a kiss to the lips, heading over to sit on the bed as well. Shucking his shoes and jacket, he stretches out like a cat in such a perfect imitation I think I might just hear him purr. Like Bjorn, Ström shucks his thin black turtleneck off over his head.
Leaning back on his hands and showing all the tight, perfectly cut muscles the gods gave him.
“Reallyno fair.” I grin as I take them both in, my two ridiculously hot drakes naked from the waist up now, as I shake my head. I plant my hands on my hips as I beam at them. “You both are just two peas in a pod.”
“Hotpeas in a pod.” Ström juts his chin at me. “Your turn.”
“Hey, I’m wearing a dress.” I purse my lips at him. “When it comes off, it comes all the way off. You both have the advantage of multi-piece clothing.”
“So. Strip,” Bjorn growls as he smoulders, giving me his darkest, hottest look from beneath his level eyebrows as he takes me in from the bed. He shifts position, but it does nothing except flex all those massive, hard muscles in a rippling wave that I just love. I stare, but then Ström laughs, and his sexily cut abdomen does this dance I can’t even begin to explain.
Making me heat hard to fuck—all damn night.
“I think she needs a little motivation, don’t you, Bjorn?” Ström chuckles now as he sits up on the bed. He reaches down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. Then, pushing his hips up, he shucks his jeans in a long, fast wave. Ström goes commando, often. I know he has underwear, but he doesn’t prefer to wear them, as everything comes out now for me to ogle.
And I do, because Ström’s cock is massive, unaroused or fully erect.It’s at half-staff right now, jutting up from a lovely curling of ash-blond hair below.
But fills more, straight and hard, as he watches me.
“You are just an exhibitionist, aren’t you?” I tease him, because I know he is. Ever since we first met in the Kingsguard, I’ve known that about him—that he was never embarrassed to be naked in front of me, not even that very first day. Ström likes his body, and he likes to be seen.
Especially by women of the fighting variety.
Bjorn is no less impressive in stature, though he’s always been quite a lot more prudish. But his hesitation melts away now as he observes the hot connection Ström and I share.
Not to be outdone, the competitive side of Bjorn rises. I feel his massive golden drake rush through the room in a hot wave now as he growls, then reaches down to undo his pants and heave them off, as well. His incredible thighs and shelf ass come out to play now.
Not to mention his thick, perfectly proportioned cock.
I stare at both my drakes now, scalding, as I shake my head. My drakaina is spinning through me, so hot I feel like I’m shedding fire from my skin as a roaring gold-red aura lifts all around me.
Blood Dragons can’t make fire, but I feel like I’m burning up straight from within now, as that blistering sensation rages through me. It’s so strong, I have to set a hand to my chest.
As I feel Aesa’s silver stone scald upon my skin.
“Ow!” I pull my hand away as I touch it. Though it doesn’t burn the skin it’s embedded in, it feels like it’s responding to my inner drakaina, searing massive waves of heat and light throughout my body as it reacts to my arousal with my mates.
I sway, overcome by all that heat and light as my vision washes white. I feel my black drake surge up like a leviathan of the Void then, trying to wrestle all that searing white-gold light back.
Biting it and hauling it down from swamping me.
“Whoa…!” I don’t even realize I’ve swooned right into Bjorn’s arms until I come back. My vision finally clears from the searing blaze that took me; but I’m shaking hard now, shivering with a diabolical heat as Ström rushes up from the bed to steady me.
They hold me together now, Ström lithe at my front and Bjorn strong at my back. But I’m burning up as I stand between them, like I have a fever of a hundred and fifty degrees.
Blazing towards that endless white, as I lose control and collapse into Bjorn’s arms again.
“Rikyava!Yava!” I hear Bjorn shout, even as I register Ström’s hand slapping my cheek.
“Yeah! I’m here.” I blink back to awareness, even as I register Bjorn hefting me up into his big, strong arms and carrying me to the bed. As Bjorn puts me down, sitting on the bed beside me, Ström crawls onto the bed also, taking my pulse. Ström scowls, the red brimstone of his dragon in his eyes now as he watches me.
Peering first in my one eye, then the other.
“Something’s going on inside her, with that stone,” Ström says as I feel the barest edge of his Bone Magic reach me. I know he’s trying to calm me with his magic, but it just isn’t working this time.
Something deep inside my power roaring, in a resonance with Aesa’s stone embedded in my chest.
