Page 60 of Queen of the Cursed Egg
He lifts his head slowly, and the glow gradually fades from his eyes, the light receding like a tide pulling away from shore. Those usually fiery malevolent green eyes lose their otherworldly glow, and I see why. His eyes, even in his human form, are his cats with the vertical slit in them, alien and predatory and somehow more beautiful for their uniqueness. I stare up at his eyes and allow my dragons to emerge, feeling my own irises shift and change. The world becoming sharper, more defined as my pupils narrow to match his. Our beasts can stare at each other, a communion deeper than words or touch. “I’ve never shown anyone my eyes before,” he whispers as he bends down to sip at my lips, his breath mingling with mine, tasting of desire and vulnerability.
I don’t have to ask why; to have his eyes remain as he shifts in his human form is an indicator of great power among his people, a secret not lightly shared. “Your eyes are beautiful either way, Ziggy.” He turns his face away, and I grab his cheeks, feeling the slight stubble rasping against my palms as I make him turn to face me. “I chose you to father one of my first eggs because you are a selfless, wonderful mate. You have been teaching me how to love and allow myself to be loved since I first met you. Everything you have done has been to protect me and make me feel seen and loved. There is no me without you.”
A tear escapes his eye, and it falls on my face, the warm droplet sliding down my cheek like it was my own. I pull him down to me, and he gently rests his weight on me, the solid mass of him a comfort rather than a burden. It seems like we both have our own mommy issues. Hell, let’s be honest—I have parent issues. The wounds are still fresh despite the years that have passed. We snuggle and kiss forwhat feels like forever, the heat of the springs making our skin slick with sweat, before Leander comes waltzing in wearing nothing but a towel, the white fabric stark against his tanned skin.
He drops the towel, not aware we’re in the shadows to the right of the door, and I watch him with rapt attention as every muscle ripples as he moves, like liquid bronze flowing beneath skin. Besides Balor, his body seems like it was sculpted by the Gods, every inch of muscle defined and in my eyes perfect, each movement a study in controlled power.
Ziggy kisses me again, his lips curving into a smile against mine, and slides down my body with a wicked look in his eyes, his path marked by the faint trail of moisture his lips leave on my heated skin. He pushes the night shirt up, the fabric bunching around my waist, and slides my underwear to the side, the elastic snapping lightly against my thigh. His eyes lock on mine as if to dare me to make a sound, the challenge clear in their green depths. Slowly his tongue slips out and laps up my slick folds, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity up my spine that makes me hold my breath, the air catching in my lungs.
My eyes move from watching Ziggy tease my clit with kisses to Leander floating in the hot spring naked, the water lapping at his skin, creating ripples that catch the lamplight. I don’t know what’s more torturous—being licked slowly like a lollipop. Each swipe of Ziggy’s tongue sending waves of pleasure through my lower body. Or watching Leander’s naked perfection floating out of reach, water droplets glistening on his skin like diamonds.
Ziggy sticks two of his fingers in his mouth before slipping them in me. The intrusion is both welcome and not enough. I open my mouth, ready to protest as the air is stolen from my lungs, the sensation of being filled making my inner walls clench greedily around his digits. Every inch of me is tense, coiled so tight from anticipation it’s almost painful, muscles trembling with the effort of remainingsilent. The worst part is having to keep quiet, biting my lip so hard I taste the metallic tang of blood. Ziggy will vanish if I make a sound before he allows it, his teasing both a blessing and a curse.
The minute he curls his fingers up, finding that little pad of textured flesh within my core, I draw in a sharp breath, the air hissing between my teeth. The bastard stops moving and stares at me, his expression a mixture of amusement and arousal, pupils dilated until only a thin ring of green remains. I stick my knuckles in my mouth, trying to silence myself, the taste of my skin mingling with the faint saltiness of sweat.
Ziggy has the audacity to mouth “good girl” at me before crooking his fingers several times, almost sending me rocketing off the lounger, every nerve ending in my body lighting up like a struck match. Leander is still somehow oblivious to what’s happening, his eyes closed as he floats, peaceful and unaware of the torment happening mere feet away. I’m so close to climaxing it’s not even funny, the pressure building at the base of my spine, threatening to explode outward.
Ziggy lowers his mouth, sucking my clit into his mouth, and my orgasm crashes over me hard and fast, a tidal wave of sensation that sweeps away all thought. Stars dance behind my eyes as I squeeze them shut, trying not to make a noise, the effort making spots dance in my vision. My core milks his fingers, pulsing around their length, chasing the sensations that are washing over me, each contraction sending fresh waves of pleasure through my overstimulated body.
Before I know it, Ziggy pulls his fingers out, the sudden emptiness a disappointment that’s quickly forgotten as they’re replaced with something thicker, hotter, pressing insistently at my entrance. It’s too thick and long to be Ziggy’s. My eyes fly open to see who’s standing there with a wicked grin on his lips—Leander. His skin is flushed from the heat of the springs, water still beading on his chest and running in rivulets down his abdomen. I glance over at Ziggy,who’s sucking on his fingers, the sight sending a fresh jolt of arousal through me despite my recent release.
“What? You can easily tire one of us out. Two? We stand a chance of tapping out about the same time,” Ziggy says as he watches Leander slip all the way in, the stretch and fullness making me gasp, the sound impossibly loud in the steamy air. “Besides, I love watching you cum.” He winks and sits back on the closest lounger, the cushion compressing beneath his weight as he waves at Leander to proceed, like a king granting permission to a courtier.
I seriously think I’m in deep trouble, caught between these two predatory males, their focus entirely on me—but it’s the trouble I’ve been craving all my life. As Leander moves, each thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating outward, and Ziggy watches with hungry eyes, I realize there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here in the heart of my nest, surrounded by mates who would go to the ends of the earth for me—and I for them.
CHAPTER 41
Mina
Ziggy and Leanderhave me pinned between them, thrusting their lengths deep within me, the slick sounds of our mating echoing off the stone walls of the hot spring chamber. The push and pull of them in my core is a tidal wave of sensations, like lightning striking repeatedly, each bolt more intense than the last. How they both fit amazes the hell out of me, the stretch bordering on pain but never quite crossing that threshold.
My back is pressed against Leander’s chest, his skin slick with sweat and steam from the springs, his heartbeat a frantic drumming I can feel through my spine. My chest is against Ziggy’s, our skin sliding together with each movement, the friction creating a delicious heat between us. I feel like every single nerve is set on fire, receptors overloaded with stimulation, sending sparks dancing along my limbs. The constant friction and building of pressure is driving me insane, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my spine like a spring ready to snap.
“Please...” I gasp out, holding onto Ziggy’s shoulders to keep myself balanced, my nails digging into his flesh, leaving crescent-shapedindents in his tanned skin. The taste of desperation is metallic on my tongue, mingling with the sulfuric tang of the hot springs.
“Not yet, beautiful...” Ziggy whispers against my lips, his breath hot and tasting of cinnamon, the stubble on his chin rasping against my sensitive skin. His pupils are fully dilated, only a thin ring of malevolent green remaining, reflecting the dim lantern light like a predator’s eyes in darkness.
“When everyone has a chance, we need to figure out dinner...” Callan says, as he walks into the chamber, looking at the family day planner. His voice, normally musical and controlled, echoes off the stone walls, breaking the rhythm of our movement momentarily. He pauses when he finally realizes he walked in on something. The planner slips from his suddenly limp fingers, landing on the stone floor with a dull thud that vibrates through the ground. His eye goes wide like a saucer as he stares, his pupil expanding so rapidly it’s almost comical, the scent of his instant arousal filling the already heavy air.
“There’s room for one more,” Leander says before he smacks my ass, the sharp crack of palm against flesh reverberating through the chamber. The sting blooms across my skin, a counterpoint to the deeper pleasure building within.
Callan’s eyebrows shoot up and he strips as he heads to the little stand we have in here for just such occasions, his clothes landing in damp heaps on the stone floor. The rustle of fabric and clink of his belt buckle punctuates the sound of heavy breathing and wet skin sliding against skin. “Why didn’t anyone call me?” he asks as he jumps up and down on one foot, trying to get out of his slacks, his movements almost comical. His normally graceful movements are clumsy with haste, betraying his eagerness.
“It was supposed to be just me and Mina,” Ziggy says as he and Leander adjust where they are and how they’re holding me, their muscles flexing beneath my fingers as they shift positions. Themovement sends a fresh wave of sensation through my core, making me bite my lip to stifle a moan, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the salt of sweat. Ziggy pulls out for a moment, the sudden emptiness making me whimper, my inner walls clenching around Leander, seeking to reclaim the fullness from the two of them. They turn me sideways so my thighs are pressed against them, the heat of their bodies scorching against my cooler skin. Ziggy slides his cock along Leander’s in my pussy before they move again. The dual sensation making my entire body tremble, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out across my skin despite the humid air.
Callan slips up behind me, his skin cooler than the others, not yet heated by the steam of the springs. I feel him massaging my rosette, the slickness of lube on his fingers making the sensitive nerves there sing with anticipation. His touch is gentle but insistent, the pressure slowly building as he loosens me up, each circular motion sending shivers up my spine. Leander and Ziggy stop moving long enough for Callan to inch his way inside me, the burn of the stretch making my breath catch in my throat. Every inch has me feeling like I’m over full, like I may explode, my body somehow accommodating all three of them despite the impossibility of it. The pressure is intense, bordering on too much, yet still not enough.
The guys somehow get coordinated, finding a rhythm that builds and builds until I’m hovering on the precipice of something enormous. I scream as my orgasm crashes over me. The sound tearing from my throat raw and primal, bouncing off the stone walls and echoing back to us. My core pulses erratically as every nerve ending feels like it was set on fire, wave after wave of pleasure radiating outward from my center to the very tips of my fingers and toes. My skin is so sensitive to their touch, even the brush of Ziggy’s hair against my collarbone feeling like the drag of silk across exposed nerves. Every breath they take moves their chests against me, making me coil tighter again, building toward another peak beforethe first has fully subsided.
The scent of our mating—musk and salt and something deeper, more primal—mingles with the mineral aroma of the hot springs, creating an intoxicating perfume that fills my nostrils with each gasping breath. Their hands grip me everywhere, leaving trails of heat in their wake, fingerprints of fire that mark me as theirs. Through half-lidded eyes, I catch glimpses of their faces—Callan’s eye rolled back in ecstasy, Leander’s jaw clenched in concentration, Ziggy’s lips parted as he watches me come apart in their arms.
We layin a tangle of limbs for who knows how long when Klauth and Balor find us. It must have been several hours later, and I can’t move. Muscles ache in all the best places, a delicious soreness that reminds me of the passionate frenzy we shared. All three of my mates are asleep, their chests rising and falling in steady rhythm, and I’m using Ziggy as a pillow, his skin warm against my cheek, the faint thrum of his heart a soothing cadence beneath my ear.
Balor shakes his head, looking down at the four of us, his mouth quirking upward in one corner. The scent of his amusement tinges the air like honey and spice. “This is what I get for being the responsible one.” He smirks and waves his hand playfully in our direction, the movement disturbing the steam that still rises from the hot springs in lazy, ghostly tendrils.
Klauth crouches down close to us, his knees popping slightly, and smiles. The heat radiating from his body is like standing near a furnace, warming my skin even from several feet away. “Balor, it takes three of them to accomplish what either a single basilisk or a dragon can do. Let them have their time.” He smiles so sweetly, the expression transforming his usually severe features, then scoops meup out of the tangle of limbs. His arms slide beneath me, strong and sure, lifting me as though I weigh nothing at all.
My arms circle around his neck as he carries me out of the hot spring room, my body still damp and leaving wet patches on his expensive shirt. Looking over his shoulder, the guys are still right where I left them, their limbs sprawled in abandonment, skin flushed from exertion and the mineral heat. I wonder when they may wake up and notice me gone.
