Page 35 of The Dragon Queen

“Yes.”

I arched my back, feeling like a dragon all over again, ready to be mated. Ged moved with intent, brushing the head of his cock against me in warning, right before he thrust in. Draven swallowed my gasp as he was pushed forward, his hands slapping down outside mine. Brom held him in place, spitting on his fingers before pushing them in. I saw Draven wince, but that quickly smoothed over, his lips finding mine as Brom replaced them with his cock.

“Gods…”

He’d swear the same oath when I rode him later, but right now we both prayed, calling out their names over and over as our lovers slammed into us. My hand was shaking as it slid down, my fingers wrapping around Draven’s cock as Flynn’s slid under my belly, finding my pearl.

We came at the same time, a pleasure that rushed through us, threatening to burn us whole, but it would not abate. A queen needed to be mated by all her mates before the fever could break. Draven collapsed onto the bed as Brom pulled free, watching me lick the king’s seed from my fingers. Ged erupted inside me, his fingers biting down hard enough to bruise, but as soon as he was done, he was yanked away.

“Flynn—!” Soren growled, but I turned over to welcome my lover, pulling Flynn towards me. He was right back there, where I needed him, joined as one.

“You can’t be my sergeant tonight,” I told Soren, right as Flynn’s breath sobbed into my ear. I wrapped my arms tight around my rider, clinging to him as he began to move. “I don’t need your protection.”

“You’ll get it whether you need it or not.”

Soren’s tone brokered no argument, but I could see it. My eyes slid down to his weeping cock, catching the way it throbbed in sympathy. His control was fraying, and I smiled at the sight of it.

“Pippin…” Flynn groaned. “Not going to last. I need…”

But I knew. The power that allowed me to look into the heart of murderers also gifted me a glimpse into theirs. Flynn needed pleasure, to rut away all the ugliness of tonight, and I was glad to be the one to gift him that, because I needed him just as much. His lips, his mouth, mumbling against mine, our sobs of pleasure mingling, right before I clenched down, my paroxysms of pleasure forcing his to follow. He held me close, his forehead pressed to mine, as we felt the last waves of it wash through us, and then he was pulling free.

“You need to claim all your subjects tonight, my queen.”

Soren watched me move, unable to stop himself from surging forward and pulling me close.

“Pippin, we can stop.”

“No, we can’t.”

I kissed the shell of his ear, a small moment of sweetness, right before he tipped my lips his way. His stubble, the wine that he drank earlier, the woody smell of man, it was all there as he kissed me slowly.

“You want all of me?” His hand slid down my side, caressing my curves.

“Always.”

Soren was gentler. He laid me down on the bed, the others drawing close as witnesses. My lover stared into my eyes and I caught his response when our bodies connected. A small crease formed between his brows as he began to move.

“Soren…” I reached up and stroked his cheek. “My Soren.”

“Yours,” he agreed. “All yours. Now eyes on me, my love. I wasn’t able to look directly at you all day and we need to rectify that now.”

I knew they were there, my lovers, ringed around us, but right now I gave him what we both needed.

There was wonder in my heart as I traced my fingers along his strong jaw, tracing the thin white lines of scars and wondering how each one was earned. He had a whole history, a whole life, before me and I knew so little about it. My eyes flicked up to meet his and Isaw them soften. My gruff drill sergeant was nowhere to be found, Soren in his place.

“Pippin…”

He said my name like a plea, a prayer, as if he was trying so hard to hang onto something. Me, I quickly realised. More than that, me, this, what we were creating together and would create going forward. I shook my head slightly, my breath catching in my chest.

“Soren, I…”

He hauled me up and into his lap, our rutting never stopping. It became more than a chemical heat that burned due to Cynane’s psychic blast and instead transmuted into something that belonged to just us. “I… I…”

“Right there with you,” he whispered into my ear, his arms tightening around me like a vice. “Always with you.”

This time I didn’t burn as the ecstasy tore through me. Instead, I reached my peak and then broke like a wave, dissipating into a million different tiny pieces. Coming back to the world was a strange thing. I blinked as I focussed back on the world.

On him.

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