As our gazes connect, I feel some extra dimension of power solidify in our bond. Because as Bone Mages, Mikkel’s and Ström’s powers resonate; I feel that shared power lock home inside them, and me also, as they growl at me and I heave hard breaths.
I’m all about it, as wetness slicks me from everything they’re doing, carnal and wild. Because I love how deliciously forceful it is; Ström and Mikkel each have a hand on the other’s rock-hard cocks now, pulling each other through their silk pants as they grind, kiss, and watch me with their dragons burning in their eyes.
A pleased—and deviantly sexy—smile is upon Ström’s face as he grins at me.
And I’m suddenly all-in with this extra dimension to our Bloodbond.
“What the fuck are you up to, Ström Eriksson?” Bjorn growls now, though his growl is more like a pant, as his hands slide up and down my waist. Bjorn grips and kneads me as we watch; because I am not the onlyone feeling this hard, fast, and wickedly teasing fight-fuck energy Ström and Mikkel share.
Sensations in our Bloodbond are shared many ways; it’s even more potent when somebody is having sex. Though Bjorn has been on the receiving end of that a few times, something about watching it take place right in front of him is making him heat with a blistering, roaring passion now.
Although both my inner drake and drakaina growl at this hot, rapacious foreplay my Second and Third Drake are sharing, my First Drake is combusting. As Bjorn feels what Ström and Mikkel are sharing through our Bloodbond, he’s boiling with ardor; a hot flush fills him, making his enormous cock rock-solid as it presses against my ass in our thin silk.
I feel how all his reservations with group sex are failing, as he becomes wildly aroused now with the rest of us. Because Ström has found a workaround for everybody fighting over me.
As he and Mikkel fight over each other now—glorious.
“Well, I thought I would change things up, since I have the most experience with group sex in this little gathering of ours,” Ström says casually, as he turns to face us, in Mikkel’s arms.
Ström’s green eyes burn with the brimstone ring of his dragon, lecherous, as he grinds back on the taller drake, grinning like a brigand. As he watches us with his massive erection at full-staff in his pants, he slides a hand up behind Mikkel’s head, gripping his hair again.
I watch my mean Third Drake’s dark eyelashes flutter. Growling, he grinds hard against Ström’s ass, sliding a hand down to grip Ström’s erection. But Ström yanks his hair again.
Mikkel smiles wickedly, loving it.
“I’ve had threesomes in the past.” I protest now, although I’m distracted as Bjorn’s strong hands slide down to my crotch now, mimicking what Mikkel’s doing. Bjorn strokes me down there with his big palms and fingers, through the silk.
Making me writhe back upon him and gasp as he growls into my hair.
“I’ve done countless trios. Every which way you can do it,” Mikkel says also, as I raise my eyebrows to learn that he’s not just bisexual but also a switch.
“Yes, but a threesome differs greatly from group sex. Especially when there is only one drakaina and plenty of drakes.” Ström counters, sounding so much like my best friend, Dusk Arlohaim, from the Red Letter Hotel Paris that I crack a smile.
“Are you going to tell us all about it?” I can’t help but ask.
“A gentleman does not kiss and tell.” Ström grins back at me as he wrangles Mikkel, though he’s allowed Mikkel to stroke his cock through his pants now, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “What I will do, however, is orchestrate all this for us, taking the reins so we don’t fuck it up. If you would give me your blessing to do so?”
He looks at me now, pinning me with his glorious green gaze, and I nod.
Giving Ström command of whatever we’re all going to do—as he now becomes the full dominant among us.
“Be my guest.”
“Wonderful.” Ström beams at me as he gets to command us. Because he rarely gets to be in first place with all the other dominant personalities, big egos, and even bigger magics amongst my drakes.
But he’s in charge now; and it’s so much better, as he truly orchestrates everything we’re doing.
“Bjorn, you get to kiss and play with Rikyava. Mikkel, you’re with me,” Ström says now as he nods at me. “Everybody get it on, and we’ll share our sensations through our Bloodbond. That way, we’llfeellike we’re having group sex, when what we’re really doing is having two couples doing voyeuristic sex near each other. Since we’re all bonded, however, I’m hoping it’ll have the effect we need and raise all our passions to such a level that it can produce a massive wave of magical resonance amongst us. And give Baldur what he needs to get rid of his curses.”
“It’s worth a try.” I feel like I’m already halfway there, however,melting into putty as Bjorn strokes me through my silk. Deeper, harder, he works his big fingers over my clit now, as his massive erection presses against my ass.
Yes, please.
“Don’t I get any say in this?” Mikkel asks now, though I can already tell by the searing copper fire in his dark eyes that he likes the compromise Ström’s laid out for us.
“Of course, you do.” Ström reaches back, gripping Mikkel’s hard cock and looking up at him. “What do you say, pretty boy? You game?”
“You’re the one who looks like a Disney prince, not me.” Mikkel grins at Ström, as his black eyes catch fire.
