Dragons at Midnight (5 page)

Tor laughed. “There’s so much people don’t know about us. I guess it comes from hiding all this time, huh? Fletch, you want to answer this one?”

Fletch adjusted his glasses. Crimson patches appeared on his cheeks. He licked his lips and fidgeted with a French fry. “Um, well, dragon culture is very free as far as sharing and sex are concerned. You see, the male population of dragons is high. So it’s understood and expected for a female to take more than one man as her mate. Marriage bargains are made with an addendum that if she finds more than one mate, and everyone is in agreement, all of them will be married.”

Louisa blinked. More than one mate? And it was all perfectly legal to them? Possibilities opened up to her. Shifters normally took only one mate. More than one was rare. It was thought that mates were as rare as soul mates in human terms. “Wow! Females in the tiger community don’t have rights like that. Male feline shifters can be polygamous if they want.” She couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her tone. “There’s only been one instance when a female tiger shifter took more than one mate. Queen Katriena defied decorum, her people, and even the priests and took two men as her mate. One of them was a human. It was such a scandal that she was cast off her throne by her power-hungry son and daughter who co-ruled until the daughter killed her brother and decided to rule all alone.”

“Fucking hell, that makes dragon politics look tame.” Tor’s eyes were wide in shock.

Louisa chuckled. “We’re pretty dramatic. It’s why people hate doing business with us. Everything and anything could be taken as an insult.”

“Do you miss it?” Fletch asked. “Being around your own kind?” He adjusted his glasses, his brown gaze full of genuine curiosity which melted something inside her.

“Yes, I do. Sometimes.” The confession was made in a small voice. It was something she didn’t like to think about. She did have a sister somewhere out there that she doubted she’d ever see.

Tor pushed back his chair and came to her. He crouched down next to her and cupped her chin. “No sadness tonight.” As he placed a gentle kiss on her lips, her legs turned to jelly, and her belly did a flip-flop. Butterflies fluttered around her stomach. She’d never felt like this before. For a moment she sat there frozen, staring at him. “Now eat up your burger and fries, and then you can tell us what you want to do next.”

She wasn’t sure what he was talking about. All she could think about was how sweet and gentle he’d been in that moment. Tor hadn’t pushed or asked—he’d let her be, which she was grateful for. “Thank you,” she whispered. It was all she could say to him to show her appreciation.

“No need for thanks. Not when you have no clue what I’m about to do.” His smile turned wicked, and his gaze narrowed.

A vibration began deep in her cunt. She jumped a bit and squealed. Louisa had forgotten all about the silver bullet. He’d left it in! She wasn’t sure whether to be outraged or appreciate his naughty mind. Tor moved Brent’s chair aside and crawled under the table. “Fletch, get the nipple and clit clamps.”

Fletch stood up, showing off his lean physique and his thick cock. She licked her lips, wondering if they could ignore the burger and focus on sucking him off. He went to the table of toys and picked up a delicate chain with clamps at the end. Fletch rejoined them and handed the sex aid to Tor. She sucked in a breath. Any soft sentiment was shoved away in the face of what they were about to do.

“Remember, say your safe word, and we stop. Do you want to say it now?” Tor’s voice was hard, edged in a roughness that made her squirm.

“No, go on, do it.” She’d never used a clamp on her nipples or clit before. Louisa was curious to see what would happen.

Fletch toyed with the thick buds, rolling and tugging them with damp fingers. She groaned and stuck her chest out for more. Cubes of ice played against the tips for a bit. The sharp pain of the cold stole her breath. Her nipples went numb. When she looked down she saw Fletch’s thick fingers attach the silver rings. She became distracted by Tor’s tongue running up and down her slit. Louisa felt him part her folds, and his tongue circled her clit.

Pleasure coiled in her belly. She squirmed against his tongue. He pulled her chair closer to the tabletop, putting her chest flush with the wood. Louisa cried out when ice pressed against her clit, the cold sending a shock wave through her. The momentary cold was chased away by the heat of Tor’s tongue. He switched the sensations, leaving her panting and squirming and unsure what to say or do. Her hands clenched the seat of her chair as she tried to keep up with his ministrations. “Tor.” She reached under the table and fisted a handful of hair. She pressed his head closer to her sex. “Please.”

She wanted to come again. To feel sated, safe, and taken care of all over again. “Tor,” she moaned. His name became a chant as the vibrations in her core increased. Her cream dripped onto her thighs as she bucked against his lips. He sucked, bit, and laved her clit and teased the aching bundle of nerves with ice. How long it went on she didn’t know. Her eyes had closed. The scent of cooked hamburger, cheese, bacon, and fries wafted up to her, mingling with the musky aroma of arousal.

Tor stopped, making her growl. His chuckle floated up to her. “Eat your burger and fries or I’ll stop eating you out.”

Louisa stifled a small scream and picked up her burger with one hand while trying to urge him back to her pussy with the other. “Eat me,” she demanded around a mouthful, not caring about being polite.

Tor obliged her by lapping up one side of her sex and down the other while circling her dripping entrance. She finished her burger quickly and started in on the fries while rocking her hips against Tor’s mouth and taking a sip of the beer that Brent had given her.

It was hard to focus on eating when Tor was giving her so many delicious sensations. Everything seemed amplified, from his licks to the vibrations in her cunt. Occasionally he’d tug on the chains attached to her nipple clamps, which sent jolts of electricity straight to her clit.

Once she finished the fries she thought he’d stop, come out from under the table, and fuck her senseless. Instead, he continued to eat her out while the speed of the silver bullet increased.

An orgasm hit her out of nowhere. She came screaming Tor’s name as she clutched his hair and the edge of the table. She rested her head on the tabletop as sweat cooled on her skin.

Panting, she tried to get her heartbeat under control. Her fingers ached from how tightly she’d clenched them. Reluctantly she let go of Tor’s hair, feeling bad that she’d held on to his hair so tightly.

Fletch pulled back the chair and scooped her up. He carried her to the poolroom, where he laid her down on the felt tabletop. Brent was waiting for them there. Her mind was made up of nothing but white nose. Her clit and nipples throbbed. Tor got on the table and lay down.

“You’ve been such a good girl you get to be fucked by all of us,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “Ride my cock, sweetness.”

They had all donned condoms—when, she didn’t know. All Louisa understood was that she was going to be filled by all of them at the same time. Her pussy fluttered as her stomach clenched. She moaned her approval and moved into position, throwing one leg over Tor’s waist. The chains shook with every movement, sending electricity shooting straight to her cunt.

She groaned as he grabbed his cock and placed it against her pussy. The heat from the shaft nearly seared her hand. He felt so hot and hard, it took her breath away to know that soon he’d be inside her, fucking her. She whimpered before lowering herself, taking him in one inch at a time. Louisa went slowly as his dick stretched her aching channel. She watched as sweat popped over his brow and coated his chest. His body shook underneath her as she took more and more of him inside of her. She felt Brent’s body heat behind her.

“Go slow, love. That’s it. Easy.” Brent kneaded her buttocks, parting the cheeks to tease her anus with cool, slick lube.

Fletch came to her, pushing back some of her hair before lowering his head and taking her mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. She lowered herself fully onto Tor’s cock while letting Fletch distract her. Fletch’s tongue ghosted against her lips; he teased her mouth open with the tip and slipped it inside to twine and tease hers. It was slow seduction that pulled a moan from her.

The hot head of Brent’s cock touched her back entrance. He brushed the flared cockhead against her anus, teasing her with gentle passes as she moved up and down on Tor’s hard rod. Brent held her hips still, pausing her action as he entered her. Tor pushed up and withdrew. The men moved together, Brent thrusting forward while Tor pulled back, creating a wonderful rhythm of opposites while Fletch continued to tease and plunder her mouth.

Pleasure multiplied within her. She groaned around Fletch’s tongue. It was all too wonderful. Tor pulled the chain to her nipple and clit clamps, sending bolts of electricity to her core. Fletch pulled back and climbed onto the table. He knelt on the felt covering and presented his cock to her lips. She placed a kiss on the flared head before taking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue across the wide crown, and salty musk rolled over her taste buds. She wanted more. Bobbing her head, she took him in inch by inch as she rode Tor’s and Brent’s cocks. Louisa was surrounded by heat and desire. Male musk permeated her nostrils, compounding her need.

The pleasure increased, each jerk of the chain increasing the sensations swirling throughout her body. The pressure grew bigger and bigger with each thrust. The groans and slapping of wet flesh filled the air. She wanted Fletch to come in her mouth while feeling Brent and Tor come in her pussy and ass. Being the center of so much attention and desire was a heady feeling. It threatened to overwhelm her. Louisa could feel her tigress’ restless energy. Pain and fire lanced through her arms and legs as the feline tried to take over, to give into the feral energy of the mating urge. She shoved it back and focused on the pleasure and desire.

Increasing the movement of her hips, she rocked back and forth while bobbing her head on Fletch’s cock, trying to get them to come all at the same time. A surge of sensation and fire spread through her breasts and groin. At first there was pain, only to have it fade to pleasure as the clamps were released. She screamed as an orgasm slammed into her, taking her by surprise. She stilled as shock after shock took her. Brent and Tor slammed their hips into her, pulling more orgasms out of her with each slide of their cocks against the sensitive walls of her cunt and back passage. Fletch’s cock thickened in her mouth and jerked. He came on a shout, burrowing his fingers in her hair and holding her head still as he pumped his hips.

Brent’s cock lengthened and jerked. He gripped her hips tightly and began to pump into her ass faster and faster until he found his own release. Fletch released her hair and sank to his knees while Brent pulled out of her ass, placing kisses on her shoulders and murmuring his thanks before moving away. She missed the heat at her back but that was momentary as Tor claimed her attention. He took hold of her waist and sat up. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, setting off sparks. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled close, savoring the feeling of their bodies rubbing against each other. He took her lips in a bruising, possessive kiss that sent a thrill through her. She wound a hand into his damp, silken locks, grabbing hold and matching him thrust for thrust as she rode him toward her climax.

Someone slid in behind her. Breaking the kiss, she looked over her shoulder at Brent to see his mischievous smile back in place. He held up the anal plug and a bottle of lube. With a nod from her, he slathered his fingers with the gel and slickened her sphincter with a generous amount of lube. He worked in the thick plug. She was full again. Vibrations echoed through her, catching her off guard.

Tor bent his head to take her lips in another kiss as the quaking from the vibrator increased, driving her closer to the cliff. Pain lanced her fingers as her nails elongated and became talons. The partial shift sent goose bumps breaking out over her body as her arms shook with the effort to hold back the full change. Her tigress screamed to get out and fuck Tor, to start the mating and binding process.

Louisa raked his back, drawing blood, sending the tangy, salty scent into the air. She pulled back and watched Tor’s nostril’s flare. His hips worked faster, pounding into her pussy with hard, short strokes. The thick, wide cockhead rubbed over that secret spot within her, setting off fireworks that joined the outside explosions. A scream clawed up her throat as the pressure grew until it overwhelmed her. She came, crying out his name as he fucked her hard, claiming and branding her with each stroke. All she could do was shake and hold on as he found his own release, his cock thickening and lengthening, stretching her sensitive vaginal walls. With a growl he took her lips in a frantic kiss, biting her bottom lip and raking the plump flesh with sharpened teeth. It felt as if she were holding onto living fire. His skin felt tough and hard. She could see a ripple of black and gold scales appearing on his skin.

Rather than be scared, she embraced his inner dragon coming to the surface. Louisa held onto him, burrowing her head into the crook of his neck as she tried to get her breathing and heart rate under control. Tor stroked her hair and murmured sweet words, some of which she didn’t understand. All she knew was her inner tigress was silent, fully sated. For now. The vibrations in her back passage stopped, and the sex toy was withdrawn.

Brent kissed her shoulder. “You were beautiful. Rest, and then we start on the next round.”

Next round? She wasn’t sure she would be able to last that long. Part of her worried at how her tiger was reacting to this sex. It had never come out during the process before or even took much interest in her lovers. It had wanted to shift and take Tor as a mate.

Rather than say anything, she just nodded and got off of Tor’s lap. She needed some quiet and a place to think before she agreed or put a stop to the whole thing. Wandering off, she went to the female employees’ bathroom and cleaned up. It hadn’t terrified her when Tor’s inner dragon had decided to take part and peek out. In fact, it had appealed to her. Not many lovers could handle having their back scratched up by tiger claws. It had only added to the experience.