“Big bad pirate likes Disney boys, hmm?” Ström teases now as his eyebrows lift.
“Shut up and kiss me.” Mikkel grins, bending down and seizing Ström’s head as he hauls my Second Drake around into a kiss.
I have to stop everything I’m doing with Bjorn to watch this. It’s just too good, as he and I both stop now, to see Ström and Mikkel get it on.
Because my hot, lean Second Drake is surging up to devour the lips of my tall, devastating Third Drake, relentless now.
Ström hauls Mikkel’s pants down from his hips, seizing his cock, as Mikkel does the same, raking Ström’s pants halfway down his ass to grip Ström’s massive erection.
As they grunt, heave, and fuck into each other’s hands now, still kissing like they’re going to eat each other’s faces off, my need skyrockets.
Because they make a ridiculously good-looking duo, as my pale, runner-lean Mikkel grips Ström’s lithe nakedness close with a hard hand on his bare ass.
Bjorn’s hands slide over me in a frenzy now, digging in, as his searing golden eyes remain glued to Ström and Mikkel. I can’t help it; I reach back, thrusting a hand into Bjorn’s silken pants and making them come partway off as I grip his thick cock behind me, mimicking what my other drakes aredoing.
As Bjorn gasps at my touch, groaning now, he loses control of his massive golden drake. As it roars all through me, he rips aside my silk robe, one hand surging up to grip my neck as the other grips my crotch.
Rubbing me mercilessly down below.
I’m bare to his fingers now, and I moan, thrusting back on him and writhing as he does what he’s doing, plus what Mikkel and Ström are doing before us. With a growl, Bjorn thrusts two fingers up inside me and I gasp, arching back on him and crying out, because I’m so open and wet, and it feels fantastic.
He snarls in my ear as he bites my neck, biting his kisses into me as he holds me captive. As Bjorn blazes like a wildfire now, I feel how deeply attracted he is to what Ström and Mikkel are doing. Because he feels it like I do, through our Bloodbond, as everyone blisters with heat now.
And Bjorn wants to take part—in all of it.
Mikkel just can’t leave our good situation alone, however, as he breaks from his kiss with Ström. They’ve still got their hands on each other’s cocks, stroking hard and thrusting as Mikkel chuckles disastrously, looking at Bjorn.
“What do you say, Bjorn—are you game?” Mikkel gasps as he pins my First Drake with his copper-dark eyes.
“No,” Bjorn says as he growls ragefully now, rather than sexy.
Something inside him heats to the stratosphere, however, as Mikkel asks. It’s not manly in Bjorn’s book to have sex with a drake, though, even in a group.
But as Bjorn refuses, I feel the roaring desire of his dragon, to be a part of everything that’s happening and let all his reservations about sex and sexuality just fucking go.
Because remaining only with me is against what Bjorn’s dragon truly wants. It wants to rage, wild and free—and just stick its cock into any damn thing it pleases, as it goes hell-bent for leather and simply gets what it needs.
Bjorn’s dragon needs to fuck—hard. But Bjorn has always feared hisdeeper sexual appetites; I realize what growing up with his odious father, Jarl Oggi Magnussen, must have done to him in his youth.
Bjorn’s always worried that his fire is too much, that his passion is too raw, that his anger and blistering heat, both in and out of the bedroom, are his enemy. I feel it now, as a massive conflict devours him, between what his dragon wants and what he deems appropriate.
I raise a hand to his cheek, using my other hand to push his fingers back into me down below.
And give my First Drake the permission nobody ever gave him before.
“It’s okay,” I murmur as we both watch. “Just feel this. You don’t have to do anyone other than me. Just enjoy the show and feel whatever comes.”
Bjorn is astonished as he looks at me, that I’ve found him out. Even though his gold eyes burn as his dragon now, full of conflict, rage, and lust, I hold him steady.
I lift up and kiss him, to let him know I support him and that I will do anything to make him feel comfortable and safe in this relationship. Bjorn feels my honesty. He growls into my kiss, heating with an inferno now.
Then kisses me like a madman—as everyone’s swept up by his heat in a hurricane.
Clothing is shed fast now, everyone naked, though I have no idea how we got here. We’ve also made it to the bed somehow; as Mikkel throws Ström down on his back, leaping atop him and devouring him as their stroking and gripping resumes, Bjorn falls to his back on the bed with me astride his hips.
Shoulders are touching, bodies are close as Mikkel heaves Ström up and tosses him face down now on the bed. As Mikkel penetrates Ström, both crying out in exhilaration to have each other again, Bjorn roars and pins me with his hands.
Thrusting up into me so hard, I scream with glory.
