Their Runaway Mate (12 page)

"Does it frighten you?"

His voice was deeper than she'd ever heard it before. She'd done that to him, just like she'd brought forth his dragon. She trailed her fingers along his collarbone. He still felt the same beneath her touch: hard, strong, warm. The scale pattern was like a tattoo.

"No. I told you. I am not afraid of you."

"Good," Dillon said as he pressed against her back.

"I want to see you too." She turned to face Dillon. Somewhere between the hallway and here, he'd lost his clothing. Although she had never seen him without his shirt until now, she could easily identify the dragon quality on his skin.

"You want me…" she whispered, "both of you." It was a heady realization.

"Without a doubt." Dillon's finger slipped down the V in her shirt to the top button. "Now we want to see you too."

She nodded. Her heartbeat boomed through her as two sets of hands began undressing her slowly. A button was undone, followed by a leisurely exploratory caress of the newly exposed skin. The zipper on her pants was slid down, then a finger brushed under the waistband along the elastic of her underwear.

When her shirt hung open over her chest, Dillon bent and spread hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses from her neck to her belly button. She clutched at his silken hair, holding him close as she trembled in their arms.

"You taste so sweet," Dillon said. His hot breath fanned across her skin.

Kylan nudged her pants down. He lifted one of her feet, pulling the garment out of the way. Then he did the same with the other. He traced small curling patterns up the backs of her legs, until her knees threatened to give way.

When Dillon straightened, she let her arms drop to her sides. He slipped her shirt from her shoulders and it slid to the floor. His emerald green eyes held hers for a moment, then he let his gaze slide down her body. The only clothes she wore were her bra and panties. The abundance of her curves, from her double D's to the wide swell of her hips, was there for the viewing.

She shifted. Her hands twitched. The desire to cover her bulges and dimples from them was compelling, but they needed to know who she was as much as she needed to know them. It wouldn't work if they hid from one another. But their beautiful muscular bodies were perfection, and hers was…
not
.

She watched his face, and he didn't frown. If anything, his breathing was coming faster, as if he was enjoying her body. The air, ripe with her dragons' mingled scents of earth and mist, wrapped around her. Embracing her. Exciting her.

"Gorgeous," he whispered. Then he looked over her shoulder to Kylan. "Here, let Kylan see how beautiful you are."

Kylan joined Dillon in front of her. Her skin tingled under their perusal. She let her own gaze slip down Dillon's body. Then his erection, one of the largest she'd ever seen, bobbed out from his body, hard and ready. She licked her bottom lip, then turned to Kylan, who was equally well-endowed. He was aroused too; a drop of moisture glistened from his tip.

She throbbed with want by just looking at them. Her panties grew wetter. Her lovers both inhaled through their mouths. Dillon groaned and stepped closer to her. Kylan wrapped his hand around his length and stroked himself.

"You want us, little one, don't you?" Kylan's voice was rough and unsteady.

Emboldened by their obvious desire for her, she reached around her back and unclasped her bra. Then she pushed her undies down.

Their eyes feasted on her newly exposed flesh. She crawled onto the bed, into the middle of the mattress. They watched her, but didn't rush to join her.

"Are you coming?"

"Not before you do." Kylan grinned as he moved to the foot of the bed. The double-entendre in her question was unintentional, but she loved the promise in Kylan's words.

"Oh yeah." Kylan grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward him. Then he spread her legs. They didn't need their heightened senses to smell her, the whole room seemed infused with the fragrance of her arousal, but Kylan inhaled deeply anyway, then he grunted. "You are wet, aren't you? Wet for us."

Dillon stretched out beside her and placed his hand on her breast. Her sharp intake of breath made him smile. He brushed his thumb over her hardened nipple and she arched against his touch. She wanted more. She wanted it all.

"I'm going to suck on this." He flicked her nipple. "While Kylan sucks on this." Dillon pushed his hand down along her sex, slipping easily over her wet folds. She gasped at the sweet invasion of his fingers. He stroked her leisurely and she started to quiver. "If you don't like what we're doing, tell us and we'll stop."

"Don't stop." She grabbed his hand to hold him there. She was so turned on, it probably wouldn't take more than a few strokes—

He pulled his hand free, easily escaping her grasp. He licked his glistening fingers as though her wetness was his favorite ice cream flavor. She whimpered.

Kylan's hands brushed the inside of her thighs then. She looked down to find him leaning over her, his face a mere inch from her sex. "I love the smell of you and I know you are going to taste just as delicious. Do you want me to taste you?"

She nodded.

"In words, little one. Tell me what you want."

Jasmine took a deep breath, then the words tumbled out. "I want your tongue on me."

He lowered his mouth to her quivering sex at the exact moment that Dillon drew her nipple between his lips. She shuddered under their hot kisses.

Kylan's tongue danced over her swollen outer folds, then he pushed between them. His hands pressed against her knees, opening her wider to him and his explorations. He hummed against her, and the subtle vibration sent pleasure shooting over her.

She dug her fingernails into the bedding. It wouldn't be long now. She was so—

Dillon pulled on her nipples sharply, and a jolt of electricity arced through her. Kylan groaned and lifted his head. His fingers waltzed up the tender flesh of her thigh to her weeping sex. Then he pressed his long thick fingers inside her with an agonizingly slow thrust. Her breaths came on short, gasping whimpers.

"Now, do that again," he said.

And Dillon did, just as Kylan sucked on her hardened clit. She cried out in pleasure as she thrashed against them. They held her down and kept sucking at her, leaving her no choice but to abandon herself to them.

Kylan's fingers moved faster inside her, deeper. His tongue flicked over her harder, wilder. Then Dillon moved up to cover her lips with his. His hands pinched and tugged at her nipples as he filled her panting mouth with his thick tongue.

Intense pleasure exploded over her and she grabbed Dillon, drawing her fingernails across his smooth back. Wave after wave of tremors coursed over her until finally she collapsed to the bed in a sweaty, panting mess.

Dillon dropped a kiss to her forehead, and Kylan pressed kisses against the inside of her thigh as he drew his fingers out of her with a slick pop.

"Did that feel good?" Dillon brushed aside the hairs that were plastered to her sweaty forehead.

"God, yes." She'd never experienced anything like that, and she wasn't sure she could go back to regular sex ever again.

Kylan climbed up beside her. His eyes twinkled when he gazed down at her. "I want to see you come like that over and over again."

He pressed his lips softly over hers. He tasted and smelled like her, but under it all there were still the earthy notes that were uniquely Kylan.

The men settled down on either side of her as their breathing slowed.

What? That was it? What happened to their need to ravish her? Did dragons do sex differently?

"Um…" Was she really going to ask this? She had to know. "What about…?"

Dillon propped himself up and looked at her. His eyes still glowed. "What?"

"Is something wrong? Don't you want to… you know… have sex?" She bit her lip and waited for his answer.

"Nothing is wrong. We thought you'd want to take it slow." He glanced at Kylan, who nodded. "We didn't want to overwhelm you all at once."

She let out the breath she'd been holding. "Oh, I think I can handle it."

Chapter 13

J
asmine reached for them. She found Dillon's hip with one hand and Kylan's with her other. Then she pulled them closer until their bodies were pressed against hers. Their erections were rigid against her.

Kylan nipped at her earlobe, then licked the shell of her ear, filling her senses with the sound of his mouth on her flesh. "You can back out anytime."

Like hell she could. She was burning with anticipation. Sure, she'd had an incredible orgasm, but she wanted these sexy men buried deep inside her. She turned her head to him and brushed her tongue over his lips. He opened and she thrust inside. He cupped the back of her head and held her in place as he took over the kiss. He drew in her lip and tugged it gently with his teeth before sucking on it lightly. Then he licked along her top lip. She moaned and gave herself over to his expert teasing.

Dillon rolled her so she was facing Kylan. He wrapped his arm around her belly and pulled her back against him until his hard thick cock was nestled between her bum cheeks. Then his hand glided down, over the hills and valleys of her stomach. He stopped when he reached the triangle of her sex. His fingers combed through the tight curls… Teasing, gently tugging, caressing. He was so close to where she still throbbed from her release, but he didn't move to touch her slippery folds. His strong fingers pressed down, closer… but deftly evaded her thrumming clit. With each brush and push of his hand, new want spiraled through her.

She slid her leg over Kylan's and hooked it around his hips. She pulled him closer. He obliged by sliding his hips toward hers. He stopped when his ready cock met her wet heat. Her body quivered. She tilted her hips toward him, eager to accept all that he could give her.

Dillon caressed her breasts. Her nipples were still tender from where he'd sucked on them but he didn't linger on the turgid peaks. Instead, he kneaded her flesh. Her breast was too big for his hand, but he didn't seem to notice.

"So soft," he said, "like heaven."

She'd never seen her abundance of curves as heavenly before, but Kylan and Dillon seemed to think they were.

Kylan broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. His hand drifted to her hip, as if to steady her. Her breath caught and anticipation sent another wash of heat over her.

"Please," she begged. "Kylan."

At her plea, Dillon's breath came hard and hot across her skin. He dragged his teeth along the column of her neck.

"Not yet, Dillon," Kylan warned.

On a deep and desperate groan, Dillon turned his mouth away from her skin and began rocking against her. Kylan's grip tightened. Sweat beaded along his forehead as his gaze locked on hers. Then he surged forward, pushing between her folds to the center of her sex with his rigidly swollen length. She arched wildly between them, crying out in pleasure. He stretched her more than any man had done before. She loved it. Her fingers dug into the hard muscles of his triceps as he plunged in again.

He whispered her name in a reverent chant as he thrust into her over and over again.

"I… Oh…Yes…" She came apart in their arms. Her inner muscles squeezed him in rhythmic convulsions, as if trying to draw him in deeper.

As her body shuddered uncontrollably between them, he held her in place as he plunged into her with fevered need. His body went rigid, then he stroked once… twice… and exploded deep inside her.

As soon as Kylan slipped free, Dillon angled her hips back. Her leg was still wrapped over Kylan's hip when Dillon pushed inside her. Her body, vibrating from her last climax, pulsated around him. The air rushed out of her lungs as he sank into her quivering flesh. In this position, he drove into her deeper than Kylan had.

Kylan covered her lips with his and shoved his tongue into her mouth as his partner filled her with his stiff, broad length. She gasped for breath, but she didn't want to breathe. She just wanted to feel. Just wanted to languish in the joy of having them in her.

Dillon grunted with each intense thrust. His grip bit into her as he bucked against her. She would have bruises, but she didn't care. They were claiming her, even if this wasn't the true mating.

Without warning, yet another intense orgasm blasted over her. She broke away from Kylan's kiss and gulped for air. Overwhelming spasms coursed through her. Behind her, Dillon roared as his climax ripped through him.

He didn't slip free immediately, as Kylan had done. Instead, he pulled her close and nuzzled her neck. His length continued to jerk deep within her. She turned her head and he swept his mouth over her swollen lips.

The three of them lay panting in the quiet of the late afternoon.

"Wow," she said when she'd caught her breath enough to speak. She raised her trembling hand to her face to wipe away a tear that threatened to fall. Emotions, some good and some worrisome, surged over her. She'd never been so well satisfied in her life. Her muscles would probably take days to recover, but she wanted to do it all again… as soon as possible.

They'd just ruined her for anyone else.

***

Kylan wrapped his arm around Jasmine's waist and drew closer to her. She was right where she needed to be. When he'd woken earlier to find her missing, he had feared he had imagined her sweet voice talking to him in his sleep. Now that his earlier panic had subsided, he could still acknowledge worry ate at the pit of his stomach.

She wouldn't be safe until they'd mated. Even if the election was deemed immoral and she was allowed to return to her human life, the dragons that had scented her would follow her. She was a treasure they would want to claim.

But she was more than a treasure to him and Dillon. He didn't need to talk to his primary to know that. He could see it in the way he touched her, talked to her, looked at her…

"Um, guys?"

"Hm?" Kylan said.

"When we were… uh…
you know
… Kylan, you said 'not yet' to Dillon. What were you talking about?"

Kylan wound one of her long red tresses around his finger and considered how to answer.