“Are you going to come in, brother?” Lucyan asked, arching a brow. “Or will you merely watch?” He tightened his fist in Dareena’s hair, urging her to continue. She’d paused for a moment at the sound of Drystan’s voice, but at Lucyan’s urging, now continued where she’d left off.
Growling, Drystan stalked into the room and shut the door behind him. He stripped off his tunic and trousers, then sank to his knees behind Dareena, his cock hard and ready. Dareena’s back arched as Drystan reached around to her front, one hand latching onto her breast, the other delving between her legs. She moaned as Drystan played with her folds, sending vibrations up Lucyan’s cock that shoved him straight over the edge. He came with a strangled cry, shooting his seed into her mouth, and she took it all, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.
“Blast it,” Lucyan panted, leaning against the bed as he pulled away. “I didn’t intend for it to be over that fast.”
“It might be over for you,” Dareena panted as Drystan pulled her flush against him, “but I’m not done yet.”
“Nor am I,” Drystan said, nibbling Dareena’s earlobe. He plunged two fingers inside her, and Dareena cried out, her eyes fluttering shut. A flush spilled across her cheekbones as she ground herself against Drystan’s hand, urging him to fuck her with his fingers. The older brother was more than happy to oblige, vibrating his fingers hard and fast against the sweet spot inside her.
Lucyan could already feel his cock swelling again as he watched his brother pleasure their mate. He dropped to his knees and took both her breasts in his hands, playing with her taut nipples while Drystan continued to work his magic on her. Dareena moaned, straining between them as she sought her release, one hand gripping Drystan’s thigh while the other sank into Lucyan’s mop of red hair.
“Come for us,” Drystan panted in her ear. “Now.”
“Yes,” she cried, throwing her head back against Drystan’s shoulder. Her body shook as the orgasm took her, and she shuddered as she came hard all over Drystan’s hand. Watching her come apart in their hands was the sexiest thing Lucyan had ever seen in his life. His cock was fully hard again, aching to be inside her.
Unfortunately for him, Drystan was thinking the exact same thing. He smirked at Lucyan over Dareena’s shoulder as he lay down on the floor, pulling her back with him. Dareena squirmed a little as he positioned her over his cock in such a way that her back rested against his chest. Lucyan watched intently as Drystan took his cock into his hand and slowly guided it into their mate’s swollen, glistening folds.
“Drystan,” Dareena moaned as he impaled her from beneath. She braced her feet on the floor on either side of Drystan’s hips and rocked back and forth, sliding him in and out of her. Lucyan’s mouth watered at the sight of her breasts bouncing with the movement, and he dropped to his knees between Drystan’s legs so he could lick and suck at her tits again. Gods, they were so round and juicy, with such perfect nipples that strained against his tongue, begging for more.
But they were not the only things Lucyan wanted to taste.
“More,” Dareena panted as Lucyan blazed a path down the center of her abdomen. He dipped his fingers between her legs and slid his tongue along her upper folds, searching for her clit. He knew he had found it when Dareena cried his name, sinking her hands into his hair again and pressing his mouth against her. Lucyan was more than happy to oblige, tonguing her sweet spot while Drystan fucked her.
Once upon a time, the thought of sharing his mate with his brothers would have repulsed him. But now, it was as natural as breathing. She did not merely belong to them. She owned them, body and soul, and as she was the savior of their race and the one who laid claim on their hearts, they would do anything to serve her.
“Lucyan,” Dareena cried as he sucked her clit hard, driving her over the edge. Her nails dug into his scalp as she came, and he lapped up her juices eagerly, loving the taste of her. Her body vibrated between them, and Drystan groaned, his body going rigid as he came inside Dareena. For long seconds, Drystan clung tight to his mate as they came together, and then the two of them relaxed on a long sigh.
“That was wonderful,” Dareena said, her voice filled with tired satisfaction.
“Yes, it was.” Lucyan kissed her, then scooped her up and set her on his bed. His cock ached, wanting more, but he didn’t have the luxury of time. “And we’ll do it again when I come back.”
“You’re leaving now, brother?” Drystan asked. He’d gotten to his feet and was pulling up his trousers.
“Yes. Ryolas is waiting for me in the courtyard.” Lucyan picked up his own trousers and shoved his legs into them. He would have to take them off again when he shifted, but he couldn’t very well walk through the Keep without a stitch of clothing on, even at night.
Drystan nodded, his expression solemn. “Be safe, brother,” he said gruffly. They clasped each other in a brief but heartfelt embrace.
“Lucyan.” Dareena snagged his wrist as he turned away, pulling him back to her. She kissed him again, slow and sweet, her soft mouth eating away at his resolve. “Please, be careful. I want Basilla and you to come back.”
“Don’t worry,” Lucyan said, giving her a lopsided grin. “I won’t be getting my arm chopped off. And even if I do, I can grow it back.”
Dareena swatted at him. “You know what I mean,” she said, and he laughed. “You’re taking a piece of my heart with you, Lucyan. Bring it back safely.”
Lucyan’s smile faded. “I will,” he promised, giving her one last kiss. He pulled her into a fierce hug, imprinting the feel of her body against his one last time. He knew the stakes—if he, or either of his brothers, died before the babe was born, the curse might never be lifted. He would get in, grab Basilla, and get out.
And if he could find some way to win the war while doing so, all the better.
3
Lucyan met Ryolas in the courtyard, as agreed. The elf traveled lightly, carrying only a short sword, bow and arrow, and a small pack, for which Lucyan was grateful. Though the elf was slim of frame, he was still bound to be heavier than Dareena, and Lucyan did not want to be weighed down any more than necessary.
“You’ll have to hold onto my pack,” he told Ryolas as he stripped off his clothing. “Please don’t let go of it under any circumstances.”
“I’ll keep it safe,” Ryolas promised. His eyes glimmered in the moonlight as he watched Lucyan shift into dragon form.