Sold To The Dragons (A BBW Paranormal Romance Book 1) (9 page)

With his candlelit expression softening, Blake pulled me into his arms. "Come here. This is where you should always be. In my arms. Even when we're disagreeing about something, this is where you should always, always be."

I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his warmth and strength wrapped around me. I couldn't deny that being in his arms felt so good and right; it felt like being home. Though being in Steven's arms did, as well.

After planting a few slow kisses along the side of my face, Blake continued, voice quiet and low. "So, no more discussion. Just sleep. After all the fun we've had tonight, I think we could probably use a good night's rest.

“Tomorrow afternoon, Steven and I will be having a council meeting with all our father's advisors to try to determine a course of action to get him released. Immediately after, we'll, of course, let you know what's decided. But for now, just rest. The healthier and better rested you are, the better chance we have of making a baby this month."

I knew he was right. My recent cycle had even been a day early, and I'd wondered if the stress of the auction and the upheaval of moving to Ashcrest had thrown things a bit out of whack and had affected my fertility. And whether I became pregnant with Blake or Steven, I didn't want another month to end in disappointment. I wanted to become a mother-to-be as soon as possible.

So, taking his advice, I snuggled deeper into Blake's arms and tried to clear my mind and relax myself for sleep. Candlelight danced along the stone ceiling and the woven tapestries covering the stone walls of my bedroom; and while I watched it with lids half-closed, Blake began slowly smoothing my hair, something that never failed to make me pleasantly limp and sleepy. And in probably less than a minute, my lids closed, and I was out.

I slept hard without waking even once, and I awoke in the morning feeling completely rested and refreshed. Probably a good thing, I figured, since Steven unexpectedly showed up and let himself into the apartment, wanting one particular thing if the sexy half-grin he was wearing was any indication. It was his day to make love to me, though I hadn't been expecting him until that evening.

He sauntered into the kitchen with his sexy half-grin getting even a bit bigger. "Good morning, beautiful."

With bright September sunshine streaming in through the kitchen windows making his lightly tanned skin seem even more golden,
he
was the beautiful one.

From where I stood fixing breakfast at the stove, I smiled at him with butterflies racing around my stomach. "Good morning yourself, handsome."

Just then, Blake, who'd been showering, entered the kitchen with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his slim hips. Beads of water still glistened on his hard chest and washboard abs. Even from several feet away, I could still catch just a hint of his fresh, clean, masculine scent, and it was so heavenly I nearly swooned. I suddenly wanted to pull his towel off. I wanted him to make love to me, right there in the kitchen, maybe even with Steven watching. Maybe even with him and Steven taking turns.

The butterflies in my stomach increased about tenfold. Blake and Steven stared each other down, both of them with eyes slightly narrowed. Then eventually, after a long moment or two, Blake spoke to Steven, saying words that sent a current of something electric rippling through my stomach.

"Well? Showing up like this, fairly early in the morning after
my
night, I hope you've come fully prepared to share."

*

The more I'd been thinking about it, the more exciting and arousing the idea of some sort of threesome with Blake and Steven had become. And I
had
been thinking about the idea a lot. Sometimes even while making love with one of them. I'd fantasized how exciting it would be to have one of them make love to me while the other watched, aroused and frustrated because he couldn't have me right that second.

I'd fantasized about how it would feel to have one brother making love to me while another stroked my most sensitive spot with his fingers. Or maybe even gave my most sensitive spot some attention with his mouth. I'd fantasized about a lot of different things.

But ever since the day Tom had been taken hostage, when Marielle had walked in on what might have become some sort of ménage a trois, the subject of Blake and Steven possibly "sharing" me hadn't naturally come up again, and I hadn't thought of a way to bring it up myself.

Part of me wondered if Blake or Steven, or both, would be angry or offended. To have it come up naturally, like when they'd happened to want to "spend time" with me on the same day, was one thing, I supposed, but for me to come right out and
ask
to be shared seemed like a different thing entirely. And I just wasn't sure at all about how a request like that would be received.

But now, standing in my sunlit kitchen with the words Blake had said to Steven hanging in the air, I wasn't sure that I
would
have to come right out and make a request. Maybe now, my fantasy was just going to
happen
.

Blake, a stunningly erotic sight dressed in just a towel, nearly naked, took a step closer to Steven. "Huh? Is that what you want? Do you want the two of us to share Kira, right here, right now?"

I was still holding a spatula I'd been using to transfer bacon and eggs to plates, and I now crossed two fingers over the handle, immediately after Blake had spoken.

With his deep blue eyes narrowed at Blake, Steven snorted. "I shouldn't have to share her. It's
my
day."

Blake snorted in return. "Though not
all
day, from the second the sun rises. I think we've had an unspoken agreement that whoever has shared her company the night before also gets to enjoy breakfast with her."

With his chocolate brown hair glinting in the sunlight, Steven scoffed. "I haven't been aware of any such agreement. And I'm sure as hell not going to start respecting it now, just because you want me to. Because it's like this." After glancing at the two plates of breakfast I'd prepared and set by the stove, Steven returned his gaze to Blake's face. "It appears that Kira has made enough breakfast for two people. A plate for herself, and a plate for someone else. I happen to be starving right now. And I'm going to eat."

While Steven and Blake stared each other down, though
glared
each other down might have been a better description, I made a sudden decision. I was going to speak up, come what may. I was going to say that even though I'd only fixed two plates, there was actually enough breakfast for us all. We could all share breakfast. That, and other things, I was going to add. Things like physical pleasure, I was going to try to say, without stammering or flushing.

I was also going to try to say that in fact, according to their very own royal doctors, physical pleasure and multiple strong climaxes might even help a woman to become pregnant. And with that being the case, and with me being curious about the possible increased pleasure that might result from being "shared," shouldn't the three of us at least give it a shot?

I was
going
to say all that, or at least try. I was just going to go for it. But before I could even get a word out, Blake's cell phone, which was on the granite counter top, began going off.

            He answered it with a bit of a frustrated edge to his voice, then listened for a few seconds, then said all right before hanging up and looking at Steven. "Our scouts are going to deliver the overnight report early today. We're wanted in the council chamber."

            With his full mouth twitching, Steven seemed to be suppressing a grin. "Nah, see, this is exactly why I didn't bring my phone with me. You just go on ahead. You really should, with you being the oldest brother and all. You
should
be a bit more responsible when it comes to punctuality and duties as a son of Lord Ashcrest. I'm sure you can tell me all about the scout report later."

            I knew my chance to say anything had passed. I knew Blake would soon be leaving for the scout report. He
did
have a strong sense of duty and he also prided himself on punctuality. And I knew Steven's reminder about him, Blake, being the oldest brother would basically have the effect of shooing him out the door.

            I wasn't wrong. After one final look at Steven with his dark gray eyes narrowed, Blake gave me a very brief kiss, left the kitchen, and got dressed in a flash before leaving my apartment suite. Then it was just Steven and me, alone. I realized that beneath Blake's long t-shirt, which was the only stitch of clothing I was wearing, my nipples had become tight and stiff. I also realized that the feminine folds between my thighs had become incredibly slick.

            I looked at Steven, who stood not even a foot away from me. "I'm starving, too. But not for breakfast."

He just about ripped Blake's shirt off me. Then, when I stood in the sun-drenched kitchen completely naked, he took a long, lingering look at my body, raking his gaze over every inch of my bare skin.

"So, so gorgeous. Though that's not nearly a strong enough word. Stunning, maybe."

Becoming desperate to feel him inside of me, I helped him out of his jeans and t-shirt in record time. Then, once every stitch of his clothing sat in a heap on the kitchen floor, I feasted my eyes on every inch of his bare skin, just like he'd done to me.

Gorgeous
really wasn't a strong enough word for him, either. Though I wasn't sure what was. His long, hard, lean body seemed to have been chiseled by a sculptor. His face, with his high cheekbones and his strong, square jaw, seemed like a work of art, as well. But thankfully, one that I could kiss, and touch, and feel against mine.

As he always seemed to be, Steven was hard even before we began kissing. And once we'd kissed for a short while, he became fully erect, with his manhood, long, thick, and rock-hard, bobbing against the soft curve of my belly. I could hardly stand to have it teasing me this way, so close but not inside me.

And so, I broke our kiss, panting. "Please. I don't mean to be...greedy or anything, but I need you, like...right this second."

His glassy blue eyes twinkled.

"'Greedy' when it comes to physical pleasure? There is absolutely nothing...
nothing
wrong with that. Nothing sexier than a 'greedy' girl."

"Then...then just bend me over the counter and take me right now. Because I won't deny it. I'm feeling very 'greedy.'"

Steven didn't need any further convincing. With a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat, he turned me toward the counter, set my hands on it, and then pulled my hips back, bending me over, in one smooth, quick motion. Then he nudged my feet apart with one of his own, spreading my legs, before entering me somewhat suddenly and roughly. The feel of being so completely filled by his large, granite-hard shaft, and so quickly that it actually made me gasp. I loved it.

Gripping my hips, Steven made love to me at a slow pace at first, though with long, powerful strokes. I moaned, arching my back, giving myself over to him with unselfconscious abandon. As it often seemed to do when Blake or Steven were making love to me, time ceased being a thing. There was only me and Steven, and the rhythmic joining of our bodies. Everything else had fallen away at the first touch of his fingers on my skin.

Presently, after a while that could have been several minutes or a half-hour, I gripped the granite counter top harder while moving my hips to meet Steven's, feeling a powerful climax building deep inside of me. Strangely enough, when my passion was reaching a peak, I sometimes got a little quiet for a minute or so, lost in reverie, and now Steven seemed to pick up on my "tell."

After pausing briefly to wrap my long dark hair around his fist, a move that made me whimper with pleasure, he accelerated his thrusting with his free hand still gripping the softness of my hip. Completely unable to help myself, I began fantasizing about Blake watching us making love, even joining in after a while. I thought about one brother occupying himself by teasing my nipples while the other pleasured me with his tongue. I thought about holding a large, rock-hard erection in each hand, knowing that they were both for me and my satisfaction.