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The dragon released a threatening rumble, like he was about to produce lethal flames.
“Calm the hell down. You’re lathered up in a state that could hurt her.”
“Never hurt her.”
Bastille continued holding Daxton by the back of the neck. “Look, we all have to help her through her heat. One person isn’t enough. So, when one of us touches her, you can’t go all ‘possessive alpha dragon’ on us, okay? We all need to pleasure her.”
Daxton narrowed his eyes on Bastille and growled again.
“Damn it, dragon. Maybe if you had sex before your wedding night you might have better control over yourself right now,” Bastille said. “The more goddamn pheromones she pumps out, the less any of us will be able tonottouch her. Understand?Share.”
Writhing on the bed, Luna screamed for their attention, “PLEASE.”
“Can you control yourself?” Bastille questioned Daxton as the dragon shifter pushed to get back to his mate. “She’s vulnerable to injury, and the pheromones are only going to make the mindlessness worse. Can you be gentle with her?”
“Gentle.” Daxton nodded, shoving at Bastille so he could join Luna on the bed again.
The moment Daxton held himself over Luna, she reached out and toyed with his bare cock. “Please,” she gasped out, her eyes big and pleading. The dragon was instantly entranced.Mindless need, back again. She rubbed her palm over his growing bulge, cupping him. “I need you. Please.”
At her touch, Daxton’s pupils became thin, reptile-like slits. His skin flickered with red scales, shifting back and forth as his instinct ruled him. He began to mount her again.
“Shit,” Bastille cursed, climbing onto the bed. The others hesitated to move closer, knowing a basilisk was the only true match for an enraged dragon.
Luna continued caressing Daxton’s crotch, causing him to grate, “Rut.”
“Easy, big guy,” Bastille said. In a turn of events, the basilisk stole Luna’s other free hand and pressed it to his own erection. “You need to stop teasing the dragon, Princess. Want to play with my cock too?” At her touch, his trousers tented, his cock threatening to punch through the fabric. He thrust into her soft little hand. “Is this what you need?”
Even with hazy eyes and a lust-drunk expression, Luna narrowed her gaze on Bastille. She squeezed her hand over his pants tent and replied through her teeth, “Not a princess.”
He grinned at her as he corrected himself, whispering, “Queen.”
Chapter 55
She felt like she was burning up with a fever—her skin so hot, someone could use her as a pancake griddle. A sheen of sweat glistened over her as her body quaked with each spasm and clenching of lust.
What the hell is wrong with these men? Mount her already! She felt her stomach ripple, and everything blurred. Her breath hitched, her back arched, and a new wave of pheromones emanated from her flushed skin. Her limbs and blood and heart thrummed with desire.
“Hurry,” she begged, and before she knew it, Kobe had pounced onto the end of the bed, shoving her legs apart and settling his mouth right between them. “Yes!”
The werewolf’s lips closed over the top of her damp slit, tongue delving between her damp folds and darting to play with her throbbing bundle of nerves. In controlled strokes, he laved at her clit, performing expertly crafted flicks with the tip of his tongue.Flick, flick. Up and down. And up and down.Yes. She fisted his dark hair and moaned so loudly, it caused the men’s oversensitive ears to twitch.
“Daxton,calm yourself!” She heard Bastille demand, but she was lost in Kobe’s talented tongue.
The werewolf’s fingers inched between her legs, probing her hot entrance. His chest rumbled with approval as he pulled away to growl, “So wet. Dripping for us.”
“Hear that, dragon?” Bastille whispered into her ear even as he spoke directly to Daxton. “Your mate likes being touched like this. He’s not a threat to you.”
She let out a tortured whimper.
Daxton grunted.
“See her pretty little nipples? Look how hard they’re getting,” Bastille asked Daxton while trailing a finger down her curves. “Maybe you should play with one. Think about how good it would feel to suckle your mate.”
Daxton grunted again. Suddenly, his hot palm fell over her right breast, clutching the flesh.
“But be gentle,” Bastille reminded him.
After a faint growl, Daxton bent and pressed soft kisses over her right breast. He swiped his long tongue over her hard nipple, pebbling it further into a stiff peak that he suckled between his lips. Bastille did the same.
