Desired by Dragons: BBW Paranormal Romance (Dragons of New York Book 2) (4 page)

“Well, if you need some persuading, we can definitely do that,” Quill said, grinning.

“I just…” She trailed off, trying not to stare at Drake’s perfect torso in front of her. Every muscle, from his perfect row of abs and bulging pecs to his wide shoulders, was large and defined. Yet every movement he made was swift, intentional, agile. Perfectly honed.

Drake pushed Quill back. “She’s overwhelmed, stop.”

“She wants us,” Quill said. “It’s radiating off of her.”

Drake closed his eyes and scented the air, and when he opened them, she swore she saw red flashing there, just for a second. “Regardless, it’s up to her.” He tilted her chin gently up to meet his gaze. “Tara, what do you want?”

She wanted to be brave. She wanted to try something new. She wanted to prove she wasn’t broken for not enjoying sex. To prove that it had all been Tim’s fault.

But she was also scared.

“Another night, then,” Drake said, stepping back.

Her heart sank in disappointment. She wanted to take the next step with these two men. “Wait.”

They turned to her questioningly.

“I’m not sure,” she said shyly, trying to be bold. She looked to Quill. “Maybe I do need a little… persuading.”

Drake raised an eyebrow, but Quill grinned, his perfect lips curving up at the sides. He stepped close to Drake.

“I mean, look at this body,” he said, motioning to his partner. “How often do you think something like this comes along?”

Drake looked embarrassed but stood still as Quill continued. That was hot.

“Are you sure you don’t want to touch just a little bit?” Quill teased, coming up right next to Drake and running his thumb down Drake’s perfectly straight jawline, then bringing his index finger down Drake’s neck and tracing a line over the bulge of his left shoulder. Drake twitched, his powerful muscles flexing.

Tara’s heart pounded at the sight of the two gorgeous men before her, both so hot, so sexy it made her mind spin. The contrast of Quill’s lithe, muscular body was incredible next to Drake’s ripped, intimidating physique.

“So hard, yet so soft,” Quill murmured, feeling Drake’s humongous pecs and turning over his shoulder to look at Tara with a gaze that said,
You could be the one doing this right now.

Drake was clearly trying to hold back a frown at his partner’s unabashed perusal of his body, but he played it straight and focused on Tara.

Tara’s breath caught in her throat. She could picture in her mind being between the two of them, even now, and how amazing that could be. How hot it would be to feel those bodies she’d been able to do nothing but stare at for two days.

Suddenly, she was jealous of their touching.

Quill met her eyes. “As I said, once we’re in the bedroom, it will be
all
about you,” Quill said, answering her thought and watching her with his heated gaze. “Our only pleasure is in
your pleasure
.”

Perhaps Quill was a more fiery lover than she would have initially pegged him for, based on the intensity she saw whenever he was watching her.

“Too bad. Looks like she’s not into it,” Drake chimed in, finally playing along with Quill, his deep voice playfully regretful. “Guess it’s time for bed.” He turned and made for the master bedroom, greeting her with his perfectly muscled back as he walked away.

Quill clicked his tongue a few times, shook his head and shrugged, following Drake.

“Wait,” Tara said, her voice sounding a little louder and more commanding than she’d intended.

Drake stopped the second she spoke but didn’t turn. Instead, he looked at her over his shoulder, his bluish-green eyes almost glowing in the low evening light.

“Wait?” he asked cockily.

“I’ve changed my mind. I think I want to… see how things play out. I think I’m ready to give it a try,” she said, unable to avoid the sound of her raging hormones that wanted very badly to see these two men naked and feel what they could give her.

“Are you sure?” Drake asked, pinning her with an intense gaze, blue like a Caribbean sea or a blue flame.

She looked from him to Quill, whose dark-blue eyes were sparkling with violet.

“Yes,” she said.

Before she could see him coming, she was whisked into Drake’s arms, feeling incredibly small in his embrace.

“Thank heavens,” he growled, sounding satisfied and relieved at the same time. “I’ve been waiting forever.”

“You’ve been waiting two days,” Quill said.

“Like I said, forever,” Drake growled. He turned back toward the room as Quill went ahead, opening the doors and watching her hungrily.

As she entered the bedroom, she had the distinct feeling this was going to blow her definition of pleasure to smithereens.

But she was ready for the explosion.

D
rake brought
her into the large, lavish master bedroom and she couldn’t help admiring how incredibly huge it was. She’d been in here before but had been too panicked by the whole situation to really see it. Her whole focus had been on the dragons telling her things that would change her life.

Tonight, the first thing she noticed was a gigantic bed, larger than any normal bed for sure, covered with plush-looking burgundy sheets and a swath of comfy-looking pillows. Large armoires and chests lined the back wall, with tables and several small couches on the other side of the room. Across the room from the foot of the bed, the opposite wall was lined with huge windows looking out over the city beneath. Even from where she waited, she could see small dots and lights lining nearby buildings far beneath them.

Could anyone see inside, even at this height?

“One-way windows. Nobody can see inside,” Drake said, bringing her to the bed and laying her down softly in the center of it. “We don’t want anyone to see our mate. Dragons do
not
share. Except with our partner that is.” He stood above her, arms crossed, and she was acutely aware of how much she already missed the feel of his skin touching hers.

“Now, just to be clear. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to do,” Drake said calmly.

“We want you to feel safe, want to make sure it feels as good as it possibly can for you without running into any hang-ups,” Quill added, his eyes more violet than blue in this low light. He’d pulled his hair back in a low queue, making his features that much more handsome and striking. “We’re aware this is a somewhat complicated situation for you.”

She blinked. Had it been that obvious?

“Most people jump into bed with dragons. So obviously you seem to have some concerns. That’s why we want you to tell us what to do,” Quill said, watching her quietly.

“You want me to call the shots?” she said, uncertain. “I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t think I’d know where to begin.”

“Well, where would you like us to start?” Quill said with a smile. “What has been running through your mind these past few minutes? Or would you like us look inside and just start playing out those fantasies for you?”

“No, no need for that,” she said, feeling self-conscious about having perved on them so much in private. She bit her lip. “What if… what if you stripped first?”

She had almost constantly been wondering what they looked like without any clothes. And seeing them shirtless had only tortured her more. The closest she’d come was seeing Quill coming out of their bedroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel, and that had nearly stopped her heart.

If just seeing them half-naked was eye candy, what would both of them fully naked be like?

“We can do that,” Drake said.

“Sounds good,” Quill agreed.

Drake’s mouth curled up at the corner as he unbuttoned the top button of his pants with a slow flick and stood next to the side of the bed at her right. Quill came to the foot of the bed and started to do the same.

“One at a time.” Tara licked her lips openly. She wanted to enjoy this, and there was no use in trying to hide just how arousing this was.

Quill grinned and looked at Drake, who nodded in his direction. Quill went first, slowly pulling off his fitted designer jeans, showing long, perfectly muscular calves and thighs. He wore black boxer briefs, and she could already see how aroused he was and the defined Ken doll lines on either side of his impressive member. Even though he wasn’t as large or tanned as Drake, Quill’s body was still something to behold, powerful and graceful, an incredible, muscled leanness that bespoke formidable strength. Plus, that super-model face that made her weak in the knees.

With one swift motion, he brought his underwear down, baring him to her. He was even larger than she’d imagined, and he gave a wry smile as she drank in the sight.

After a moment, Tara turned to see Drake leaning over the bed next to her.

“My turn,” he said, placing a short, passionate kiss on her lips, then pushing off the bed and standing. Drake really was humongous, his wide shoulders creating an imposing V shape with his body, his tanned skin showing every defined ridge of muscle. In one movement, Drake removed everything, baring huge, muscled legs and his arousal. Impressively huge, like Quill. Her mouth dropped open.

She was right about what she’d thought earlier. If shirtless was candy, this was like having an entire candy shop to herself.

But where did they go from there?

“What do you say we do the same for you?” Quill asked, climbing onto the bed, eyes hungry as he looked over her.

Tara nodded eagerly.

As Quill pulled off her pajama pants with his deft hands, Drake unbuttoned the front of her silk shirt, then wrapped his arms around her and undid the clasp of her bra.

Every touch was tantalizing, promising much more and leaving her immediately wanting it.

In seconds, she was lying on the bed, wearing absolutely nothing. Yet nothing felt awkward. The men were showing incredible restraint, despite the aroused looks she could see as their eyes roved over her curves.

“Shall we?” Drake asked, opening his hand and motioning toward her as if opening a door and leading her through it.

This was a door she definitely wanted to go through.

“Yes,” she said with a sigh, her body responding to them and eager to feel everything they had to offer.

Drake brought his mouth over Tara’s in a hot, searing kiss that felt like fire. He slid his hand around the back of her neck, supporting her and caressing the base as she opened her mouth and he came inside.

Drake’s tongue moved expertly, feeling and stroking everywhere, calling stifled moans from her. And while Drake moved inside her mouth, she could feel Quill at her legs, running his hands down them, his touch tantalizing her.

Already, this was so much more than she could have ever pictured.

Drake moved from Tara’s mouth and down the side of her neck, moving parallel with his hand that trailed from the back of her neck to stroke her ear. As he did so, each kiss lighting the skin where he touched ablaze, Quill began placing small kisses up her leg, going as far up as mid-thigh, then back down the other leg. The closer he got, the more she wanted him to move higher. But even still, each kiss was as heated as it was tender, as if worshipping her luscious body.

Sex, for her, had been so unlike this in the past, so uncaring. But this was so different, so wonderful, maybe even magical.

Drake slowly moved down her neck and across her collarbone, coming frustratingly close to her breasts. All the while, Quill had moved to kissing the uppermost parts of her legs, holding her generous hips with his large hands .

“Quill?” Drake said, his voice low, calling for his partner.

Quill answered and came up to Tara’s left side. She was now entirely surrounded by them, caging her in on both sides. But rather than feeling trapped, she felt safe, free. Perhaps more free than she’d ever been in her entire life.

Both men gazed at her, eyes full of arousal, which still surprised her. Growing up, she’d never been the skinny girl, the hot girl, the cool girl. But now, with these men, she felt like the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet.

As if acting upon the same thought, both men brought a hand to a breast, each of them cupping and massaging and stroking at the same time. The sensation was incredible, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second.

Drake held her right breast and kissed it, first lightly pressing his lips to her nipple, then more deeply, sucking on it. The feeling was so strong her body arched and her arms flailed slightly.

Clearly, she wasn’t used to feeling something this good.

Quill smiled at her and used his free hand that wasn’t at her breast and gently grabbed her hand, pinning it above her head. He cocked his head and raised his eyebrows, ensuring her approval of this. She nodded, and Drake did the same.

Now both men had one hand holding one of hers above her body and the other over her breast. This time, Quill squeezed her ample breast in his hand, then licked her nipple until it became a tortured tip, begging for more. He answered by sucking on it, then nibbling it gently, the pressure so arousing that her back arched.

Being held by these two men made it so she felt everything even more intensely. Every touch, every kiss was so incredible it was shocking. But their careful grip made her feel secure in their arms. Helped extend her pleasure even further than she thought possible.

Both men alternated massaging a breast while the other sucked on the one closest to them, then switching, sharing her right down the middle, making her entire body feel loved all at once.

Then, to her surprise, Drake moved his hand down from her breast and across her soft belly, feeling it for a moment, then moving even lower between her hips.

He hesitated, once more asking silently for her approval, and she nodded.

She didn’t know how far she could go. How far they would take her. But as long as it was just them, she would go anywhere.

Still holding one of her arms captive, Drake felt between her legs, exploring and touching her soft folds delicately. Having his hand down there felt like heaven, and she moaned as he ran his finger along the outer edge of her clit, filling her with anticipation.

As he did so, Quill gave his full attention to her breasts, taking over where Drake had left off.

While she was enjoying the feel of Quill’s wet lips on her nipples, she felt a shock of pleasure go through her as Drake stroked her center in one long motion. She bucked her hips; the sensation was so great. Drake smiled at her, and his blue eyes appeared to flash red, the color of hot embers, though Tara thought it must have been her mind playing tricks. Both men tightened their loose grip ever so slightly, anchoring her for the wave of pleasure she was sure to experience, and she squirmed against their hands, testing their strength. She felt so incredibly safe in their arms, so protected by these two huge, amazing men.

Drake stroked her clit again and moved into a slow, agonizingly good rhythm as touch after touch lit her entire body on fire and pleasure coursed through her veins more with each passing second. And coupled with Quill’s loving, ravenous pleasuring of her breasts, it was more than she could possibly hold back.

In an instant, her body came apart, exploding with ecstasy and release. Both men released her momentarily, and she dug one hand into each back, holding on to them for dear life as stars lit up the space behind her eyes and her entire body arched with the strength of the orgasm.

Tara knew what an orgasm felt like. She’d done it for herself a handful of times. But this was something else entirely. Something much richer, more powerful, and more satisfying.

Slowly the waves of pleasure abated, leaving her body sensitive and her chest heaving from the exertion. Overwhelming couldn’t even begin to explain how it felt.

“My turn,” Quill said, though she wasn’t sure if it was to her or to Drake. In one coordinated motion, Drake came behind Tara, propping her up slightly and resting her on his chest, and Quill came down to where Drake’s hand had been a second ago.

She could see the arousal in his eyes, and for a split-second, she saw Quill’s irises flash bright blue, something like the color of the fire she could recall engulfing her when they were flying away from the dam. But as fast as it was there, it was gone again.

Quill put his hands on her upper thighs, and a thrill shot up her spine in anticipation. He waited a moment, then Quill brought his mouth to her center and licked once, rubbing right over her clit, the soft wetness of his tongue bringing a wave of pleasure over her body.

Her body writhed at the incredible sensation, and Drake’s powerful arms held her from behind, cupping and rubbing her ample breasts as he made out with the side and back of her neck, kissing everywhere his lips could possibly reach. The soft, caressing feeling as Drake played with and nibbled her earlobe was a smooth contrast to the sudden, intense heat in her body brought by each stroke of Quill’s tongue.

Somehow, in spite of her past experiences, Tara was realizing sex really could be amazing. Maybe even loving, based on the care and single-minded attention to her pleasure these two men were giving.

Quill gave her several more long, lingering strokes over her clit, drawing out the sensation as much as possible, each time pulling loud moans from her throat. That and the sensation of Drake’s fingers pressing on her nipples, his huge hands somehow able to envelope her breasts completely, was totally overwhelming.

Her voice caught, and she felt her body on the very verge of everything. Quill paused, smiling devilishly and waiting as her breathing resumed.

Everything was such sweet torture she never wanted it to stop.

Every nerve was a live wire now, tensed and begging for release. After another moment, Quill, resumed, first placing a kiss on her, then giving one long, agonizingly exquisite stroke across the tiny nub that was the center of her desire.

She could hold off no longer. Tara’s body crashed over a wave of ecstasy and broke to pieces in their arms. Pulse after pulse of pleasure coursed through her veins, coming over and over again. She was glad Drake held her firm against his chest and Quill held her hips as she screamed their names to the heavens.

The orgasm was relentless, so much pleasure and so much release all at the same time. Even as it gradually abated, she could feel aftershocks tense her muscles, then calm as her body was filled with a heady, quiet ecstasy.

Drake held her against his chest for long moments as she came back to Earth, aware of a warm, comforting serenity that felt amazing. Sex was the next natural course, but the thought had her muscles tightening involuntarily. She felt cold fear wash over her, dimming the warm light of her afterglow.

She’d never enjoyed the feel of Tim being inside her. He’d never taken any care with her, merely done what he wanted and left her feeling cold and used.

To Tara’s surprise, Quill pulled the sheets up over them as Drake moved her from her position resting on his chest to lay her on the bed between them, putting a plush pillow under her head.