“I will,” he promised. “As often as I can manage.” He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him. “You have gotten awfully good with that magic whip, but I would feel better if you were trained in the physical fighting arts as well.”
“But her pregnancy—” Drystan protested.
“Will not be affected, so long as he is careful,” Lucyan reminded him. “Dragon babes are made of sterner stuff than humans. Still, you ought to consult with your midwife.”
“I will,” Dareena said. She put a hand to her mouth, affecting a yawn. “I believe I would like to rest now. All of this terrible business with Soldian has left me quite exhausted. Would the three of you escort me back to my rooms?”
“We would be most happy to, my lady,” Lucyan said, taking Dareena’s arm in his. “Have you ladies been settled in yet?” he asked Cyra and the others.
“No, but I am sure the steward will be more than happy to help us with that,” Cyra said. She and Tildy exchanged knowing looks. “We are feeling a bit peaked as well—perhaps we will rest now and join you for dinner tomorrow?”
“I would love that,” Dareena said, beaming.
Drystan ushered her out the door. “I’ll make the arrangements.”
The princes crowded around her, and the air hummed. The scorching looks in their eyes left absolutely no doubt in Dareena’s mind as to her mates’ intentions, and she found her steps quickening.
The moment they were alone in the bedroom, Lucyan was on her, pressing her back against the wall as he kissed her deeply. “I get to have you first,” he growled into her mouth, just loud enough for the others to hear.
“Yes,” Dareena agreed, her hands already working at the buttons on his trousers. The moment she freed his cock, he shoved her skirts up and hooked one of her legs around his hip. Dareena cried out as his hard length surged into her, and she let her head fall back against the wall as she met Alistair’s eyes. Her mates watched avidly as Lucyan drove into her, fast and rough and deep, their pants tenting with the evidence of their own desire. Dareena licked her lips as Drystan freed his cock from his pants, stroking slowly. His thumb slid over the glistening head, and Dareena’s mouth watered as she imagined swirling her tongue around it, taking it into her mouth—
“You’re a greedy wench, aren’t you?” Lucyan rasped, meeting her eyes. His amber gaze blazed with wicked desire, his full lips curving into a dangerous smile. “Here I am, giving you my cock, and yet it’s not good enough. You want more.”
The challenge in his eyes awoke something in her, and she lifted her chin to meet his gaze squarely. “Yes,” she said boldly, refusing to be even remotely apologetic. “You are each enough on your own, but why should I settle for one when all three of you are here?”
Lucyan chuckled dangerously. “Be careful what you wish for,” he said, pulling out of her. A shiver raced down her spine as he swept her up into his arms.
“I’ve done this before,” she said to him as he set her down on the bed. Alistair and Drystan joined them, both naked, their golden skin and carved muscles gleaming in the daylight, but Lucyan was still partially clothed. She tugged at his tunic, and he obliged, pulling it off to reveal his lean, muscular chest and chiseled abdomen. Licking her lips, she ran her hands down it, then up and down his cock, enjoying the feel of his silky length.
Lucyan exchanged surprised glances with his brothers. “You’ve taken her at the same time?” he asked.
Drystan nodded, pulling Dareena into his lap. He gently stroked his hand over her body, lingering on her belly for a long moment before cupping her right breast. “We did,” he said, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “But I imagine it will be a little different, with three of us.”
“You’re damn right it will,” Lucyan said. He locked gazes with Dareena, and his lips curved into a slow smile. “But first, let’s indulge our mate in a bit of playtime.”
A thrill raced through Dareena as Lucyan closed his hand over hers, wrapping her fingers more tightly around his cock as he showed her how to stroke him. While Drystan played with her nipples, Alistair settled next to Dareena and cupped her between her legs. He kissed her long and slow as he slid a finger inside her, and Dareena moaned into his mouth, arching her hips to take him deeper into her. She could feel Lucyan’s gaze like a brand on her as her other two mates pleasured her, stroking her most sensitive spots while she stroked his. His cock swelled in her hand, growing even harder, and when Alistair added a second, then a third finger, she came, her inner walls clenching around his fingers.
“There you go,” Lucyan cooed as she trembled between them. He pushed Alistair’s hand aside, then slid his cock inside her again while her pussy was still quivering with the orgasm. The sensation of being filled so suddenly made her come again, and she cried out Lucyan’s name, her back arching as she surged her hips against his.
“More, right?” Lucyan teased before she could say another word. He thrust into her a few times, then pulled out. “I want your sweet arse this time,” he growled, climbing onto the bed. He lay down in the center, then pulled her onto him, her back against his chest, her legs planted on either side of him. Drystan was beside her, a bottle in his fist.
“Hold out your hand,” Lucyan commanded. Dareena did so without question, and Drystan squirted a healthy amount into her palm. “Rub that all over my cock, little minx, and inside yourself.”
Dareena sat up just enough so she could grab Lucyan’s shaft. She slathered him with oil, then coated two fingers with more of the silky liquid and slid them inside her. Her rear flexed at the intrusion, and she gasped at the pulse of exquisite sensation.
“Do that again,” Alistair rasped, his eyes gleaming. Dareena bit her lip, then slowly slid her fingers out, then back in again. Her face flushed as her mates watched avidly—despite everything they had done, there was something taboo about this, about touching her arsehole in front of them. The way they watched her, as if it was the sexiest thing they’d ever seen, made her hot all over, and she grew bolder, wrapping her fingers around Lucyan’s cock instead and guiding it to her entrance.
“Yes,” he groaned as she slid the tip in. He went in easily, smooth as butter, and she moaned, letting her head fall back against him. Lucyan slid his arms beneath her legs to hold them out of the way as he thrust from beneath her, burying his cock deep inside her rear. He nibbled on her neck as Alistair climbed on top, then slid his cock through her folds, coating himself in her wetness and teasing her clit.