Desired by Dragons: BBW Paranormal Romance (Dragons of New York Book 2) (8 page)

She threw back her head and laughed. It felt like things were back to normal. At least for the moment. And at least as normal as things ever were anymore.

But sometimes, weird was best.

D
rake was working
in his office until late that night, and by the time he came out, Tara and Quill were laughing and playing a game of Uno that was surprisingly fun with only two people.

Maybe it was Quill’s teasing and flirting. Maybe it was the beautiful view of the New York skyline, the feeling like they were on top of the world.

And maybe just the sexual chemistry of sitting across from a beautiful man and looking in his eyes.

She couldn’t get the thought of Quill and Drake loving her together out of her mind. And as the day had gone on and she’d calmed down from all the excitement, she’d been increasingly unable to stop thinking about doing things with them.

If Quill heard her thoughts, he was at least gentleman enough not to notice.

“Okay,” Drake said. “I’ve done what I can. They’ll let me know what they find out tomorrow.”

“So are you guys like detectives?” she asked, gesturing for him to come sit down.

“No,” he said. “Well, sometimes. Most of the time, it’s pretty straightforward. ‘Douchebags over there. Beat them up, Drake.’”

She laughed. “Want to join us?”

Drake raised a blond eyebrow. “No thanks. I’m going to eat.” He walked to the kitchen. “Have you both eaten?”

“Yes, I’ve been feeding the mate,” Quill said lazily.

“Good,” Drake said. He reheated something from the fridge and ate in silence as the tension in the room began to build.

Damn, they might not all be the most emotionally healthy individuals, but the sexual tension between the three of them was off the charts.

Drake broke the silence first, clearing his throat. “I think I’m going to head to bed.”

Quill stood, eyeing her reluctantly. “Me too. It’s been a long day for you, Tara. I imagine you want to rest.”

“Hm. I don’t know. I think I’m feeling okay,” she said, putting away the cards and glancing up at him.

Drake snorted. “You were kidnapped, nearly assaulted—”

“I wasn’t assaulted.”

“Nearly,” he said. “And you had to tell us all about your crazy ex, which must have been hard.”

“That wasn’t as hard as I thought,” she said. “So I’m not that tired.” She looked between them, biting her lip and hoping they got her meaning.

A small smile curved the corners of Quill’s lips. “Maybe a good time to show you once again what the red and blue dragons have to offer?”

Drake put his hands behind his head and walked forward. “I’ve been wanting to take you ever since I saw you with the other dragons. I can’t get it out of my mind. Not until I get to touch you again.”

“Me too,” Quill said. “Not until you’re screaming our names.”

She grinned, feeling less trepidation this time, though the butterflies were still there. She wanted to take the next step with her partners. Bond with them, heal from the day with them, and continue to get to know them. She took their hands and pulled the surprised dragons behind her into the bedroom.

D
rake was amazed
at this fiery little woman that was always full of surprises. First she came into their lives out of nowhere, literally drowning and needing them to save her. But ever since that day, she’d been the one saving them. Bringing them together, giving them new purpose. She’d shown more and more just how strong she was. Just how resilient she was.

And now, as she tugged them both into the bedroom and hopped onto the bed, eyes hungrily watching him and his partner, he knew this woman was the one.

Their mate.

Tara waited for them, kneeling on the bed, and Drake and Quill moved onto the mattress and surrounded her, letting her feel their hardened bodies with her hands as they slowly undressed for her.

There was no need to hurry. From everything Drake had found out today, there was no immediate danger at all, though he intended to keep a close eye on things. For now, it was just them and their mate.

Once they were disrobed, Quill and Drake returned the favor for her, removing her clothes and watching her eyes light up with excitement as they took in the sight of their luscious mate and let their hands rove over her body, enjoying each and every curve.

Drake loved the feel of her hips, her breasts, her ass, everywhere. Her skin was so soft, so dark and beautiful. He turned her to face him and leaned down and placed a kiss on her luscious lips, drinking deeply of the feel of them on his own. She moaned softly as he ran his hands down her sides and Quill kissed her from behind, running a trail of kisses from her shoulder to the back of her neck and along the ridge of her hairline.

In this at least, Quill was a perfect partner. An extension of himself, and Drake an extension of him, working together in some mysterious tandem that defied words or even logic.

Every kiss Quill gave made her sigh a little more, and as she opened her mouth, Drake came inside, feeling and stroking to give her as much pleasure possible.

The sounds she made were ecstasy, and as Drake licked along the back of her mouth and over her tongue, he cupped her ass and squeezed, making her moan with pleasure. Quill felt along her hips, then up her belly, cupping her breasts and squeezing them as Drake pressed against her. The feel of her nipples against his hardened chest was amazing.

He would do anything for this woman. He knew it. And he knew Quill would too.

Drake left her mouth and turned her around to let Quill have a turn. Quill kissed her with more vigor, wrapping his hand behind her neck and another arm behind her back, pressing her into him. Drake let his hands slide down her back and hips as he listened to the muffled moans she made as Quill made out with her.

Unable to wait any longer, Drake brought his hands around her and his finger down to the apex of her thighs as Quill held her, watching Drake’s movement. Drake ran his finger along her clit, making her back arch against Quill’s hard body. Quill kissed the exposed flesh of her neck and nibbled her earlobe as Drake continued to stroke her over and over.

Tara arched again in pleasure, and Quill unwrapped his arms, letting Drake catch her softly against his chest. Drake wrapped his arms around her soft breasts, holding her close.

Drake loved the feel of her breasts so much. His hands were just large enough to hold them, and he loved how ample and soft they were. Loved how each squeeze, each touch made her moan and gasp and bite her lip in arousal. Especially loved how he could rub his fingers over them until the nipple formed a hardened tip, which he could press his fingers against, making her shudder.

The scent filling the room was euphoric. She had her own unique fragrance, and the longer she was around them, the more he could make it out. Floral, erotic, distinctly
her
.

Drake pressed again on her luscious nipples, and Quill pressed into her, running his hand against her clit, unrelenting, more intense than Drake had before. As he did so, he kissed the opposite side of her neck than Drake was nestled into, biting lightly and kissing her passionately.

After only a few seconds, Tara came apart in their arms in what felt like an earthshattering orgasm. She lifted one hand to reach into Drake’s hair, and then her other hand curled around Quill, like she wanted to be close to both of them at once. She cried out both names in ragged moans as her body tensed and released over and over again, her hands gripping onto both of them with surprising strength.

Pure perfection. There was no other way to describe it. The sounds she made, the feel of her luscious body against his own. The knowledge that both he and Quill had done this for her and they could continue to pleasure her like this.

Drake was harder than a rock, and hearing her come made him only more so. But there was one thing he wanted to do first.

He laid her out gently on the bed as she breathed heavily, her body glowing softly in the low light of their bedroom. He came down to her lower half and spread her legs open, taking in the beautiful sight of every part of her and holding her hips.

Quill knew instinctively what to do, and from her side, he held her hands up above her so she wouldn’t be able to squirm away from the sensation. She looked down at Drake, wide-eyed with pleasure, and nodded emphatically.

That was all Drake needed to know. He came down and placed one kiss at the apex of her thighs, then another and another. At first, she gasped in arousal. Then as he came down and licked up the middle, she moaned loudly, an erotic, husky sound.

Drake savored the taste of her as he ran his tongue along the tiny nub, soaking in her scent and the feel of her body as she bucked her hips in pleasure against his hands as he held her. He could see Quill above him, kissing and lavishing her breasts with pleasure from his mouth and his free hand.

With one, long final stroke of Drake’s tongue, Tara orgasmed again. She wrapped both arms around Quill as Drake held her legs, and she screamed with pleasure, arching her back against the bed.

Together they embraced Tara as she came, guarding her, protecting her, experiencing her pleasure with her.

She was theirs and theirs alone. And she would always be.

With a long sigh, Tara regained her senses, and he loved the sight of her body gradually relaxing into the soft sheets, glowing with pleasure. The epitome of beauty.

“That was amazing,” Tara said, pulling Quill forward into a kiss. Drake came up next to her, and she did the same for him. “My dragons.”

“Have we satisfied you?” Drake asked.

“Hell no. I’m not done until you both are,” she said, licking her lips and appraising them both with eager eyes.

Q
uill felt
himself get even harder at their mate’s exclamation. Granted, she wasn’t
officially
their mate yet. But at this point, for him, it was just a technicality.

He loved how direct she was with them. How open she’d been and how she’d helped him understand more about Drake than he had probably determined in centuries.

For a very long time, Quill had been despondent that he wasn’t paired with the black dragon. But Drake had always stuck with him, never blamed or minimized him. Had always treated him with respect as a partner.

And all this time, Quill had been helping Drake too, in ways even he hadn’t recognized. Ways that Tara had pointed out.

“That sounds amazing, but…” Drake said, trailing off.

“But what?” Tara looked at both of them, still eager.

“We just want to be careful,” Quill responded.

“We’re just trying to make sure this feels good for you,” Drake added.

Quill loved foreplay. Loved seeing how far he could extend Tara’s pleasure until she screamed their names and came over and over again in their arms. He didn’t even care how, just so long as her orgasms were long and pleasurable.

And sex sounded absolutely amazing. But even though Tara was by no means a virgin, he didn’t know how accustomed to it she was. If sex had been bad for her before, it was possible that going into things again this quickly could be risky.

“Well, if we’re really going to give this whole thing a shot, like you said, then I want this to be a part of that,” Tara said resolutely.

Both men looked at each other, then back to their mate. She really was fearless. A true dragon-heart.

“Okay. Quill, you should—” Drake started but was cut off.

“No, you go, Drake. I’ll be able to use my powers better if I’m watching. If calming is needed, that is.”

With one smooth motion, Drake lay on the bed and pulled Tara by the hips toward him. She came on top of him eagerly, sitting on his abs and running her hands along his pecs.

“Who’s the big bad red dragon now?” she teased, lording over Drake smugly.

“Just you wait,” Drake said calmly, holding her by the hips.

Quill had been a little scared at first that Drake’s sometimes-unfettered rage would follow them into the bedroom. But it hadn’t been the case. His partner had been incredibly calm and caring toward Tara.

When Tara was ready, Quill came and sat behind her, wanting to be close in case she needed him. Just the sight of her gorgeous ass from behind was more than enough eye candy for him.

She sat up and moved back a little, positioning herself over Drake, then slowly, carefully came down over him. His eyes went wide with pleasure as she did.

Tara gasped in what seemed like part shock, part pleasure. Quill wrapped his hands around her waist, and she grabbed them with hers, holding tightly.

“Just try to stay calm. Let your body get used to it,” Quill said softly into her ear, and Tara looked over her shoulder and nodded. Drake could feel the tension in her body, could feel it relax and then tighten up again.

Quill focused inward and let his innate soothing powers wash over their little group, calming and steadying. Though he sensed Drake hadn’t hurt her, he knew if she didn’t relax, it would be impossible to feel the pleasure from it.

And he was certain she would love it.

After a few more moments, in which Drake slowly ran his hands up Tara’s legs while Quill held her close, Quill could feel her body slowly relax. Her hands released his, and he moved closer to her, feeling her delicious hips as her breathing resumed and she gave out a long, satisfied sigh.

“Oh, wow. I didn’t know…” She gasped, pausing for a moment. “Didn’t know it could feel this good.”

“You go the speed you want,” Drake said from below her on the bed. “We’re here for you.”

Tara moved a little, a slow upward then downward motion. She moaned and then bit down on her lip, and Quill continued to focus his powers around them, hopefully helping her focus on the pleasure of the moment and not the pain of the past.

This man that had caused her so much pain, so much hurt, was going to pay; that was for certain. But right now, it was just their triad, just Drake and Quill focusing on their mate’s pleasure.

Tara began moving more quickly against Drake, starting with long, slow motions. Every time she pushed against Drake, she moaned loudly, and Quill could see Drake holding his breath, fighting the desire within him to take control. Quill couldn’t imagine how hard that was, based on how badly Quill himself wanted to take her this very moment.

Tara came forward and placed her hands on Drake’s chest, digging into his muscles as her breathing became more and more rapid. She pushed down with more intensity each time, and her moans became oaths of pleasure as Quill held her hips from behind.

After a few more strokes, Tara pushed onto Drake and orgasmed, the sounds of her pleasure filling the room, her hands clawing at Drake as he held her. Drake smiled as he held her hips, and Quill held her close to himself, her anchor as her body came apart with pleasure.

Quill had no words to describe how wonderful seeing and feeling her come was. It was better than anything else the entire world had to offer, plus some.

Tara’s breathing was ragged but slowly calmed after a minute as she held on to Drake.

“Not too bad, was it?” Drake teased, smiling wryly.

Tara rolled her eyes. “Just shut up and let me enjoy this,” she said, moving against Drake again, making his eyes go wide.

They were all in now, and Tara couldn’t be stopped as she moved ravenously with Drake, who was now pushing his hips up off the bed to meet her, driving with more and more force. The feel of her, the sight of them separating and then coming together again, was so erotic, so hot. Quill could picture going inside her as well, though that would have to wait for another time since she would probably be exhausted after this.

He wanted to push her pleasure even further, if possible. So as Drake and Tara moved together, Quill brought his hand around her hip and to her clit, moving his hand with her thrusts.

Quill stroked his finger against her, taking in the feel of her body and the sound of her voice. His other hand came around and held her breast, squeezing gently.

It took no time at all, and Tara went again, even more loudly than before. Her voice was like music to Quill’s ears. He would never tire of hearing her go.

She fell to Drake’s chest, breathing heaving. Quill could see Drake was getting close. He’d shown a lot of restraint to get to this point.

Quill gave her a light squeeze and backed off a bit so she could decide what she wanted to do next.

“One more,” Tara said, breathless. “Quill,” she said, coming off of Drake and turning around so she was facing toward Quill. “Come here.”

Quill wasn’t sure what to make of it. Her entire body glowed with pleasure from exertion, and he didn’t suspect she could last much longer. He came up next to her and was shocked when he felt her two hands wrap around his cock, which was painfully hard from all the arousal and seeing her come so many times.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this,” she said with a teasing, confident smile. Quill came forward and kissed her on the lips, his tongue coming immediately inside her and stroking her.

What would he ever do without this woman in his life?

She raised herself carefully over Drake and then took him inside her once more, careful with the angle. She moved with Drake’s thrusts once more as she held Quill in her hands, stroking and feeling his entire length. He was already so sensitive. It was like fire burning across his entire body, igniting all his senses. Not even his naturally calm demeanor or any dragon powers in the universe could quell the heat that burned in him for Tara.