Dragon's Fire [PUP Squad Alpha 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

Brody pressed his lips to hers, the touch gentle, comforting, the slow glide of his mouth over hers sweeter than any kiss she’d ever known. He gradually deepened the contact, exploring her more fully, his hands roaming over her back, up her neck, his big palm replacing Nathan’s in her hair as he drew her closer.

She felt Nathan’s scorching touch even through her clothes. His hands roamed over her back, her sides, kneading the tight muscles in her shoulders a moment before sliding around her chest and gently caressing over the beaded nubs of her nipples.

Ava moaned, opening her mouth to Brody’s questing tongue, sighing when Nathan’s firm touch dipped lower, down her stomach and pelvis, and then caressed over her clit. Even through the soft material of her pants, the touch sent her desire rocketing higher.

Brody broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, his eyes searching her face once more before he grabbed the hem of her shirt and dragged it over her head. He fumbled with her bra, his impatient fingers tearing the delicate lace until Nathan unhooked the catch and let the scrap of material fall to the ground. Brody lifted her to his mouth, arching her spine until his mouth engulfed her breast in wet heat. She shivered as he tongued the nipple, caressing and flicking the tiny nub until she shook on the verge of orgasm.

Nathan leaned over her, his mouth on hers, the slow, sensual glide a stark contrast to the heated frenzy at her breast.

“Up,” Brody said urgently, lifting her to her feet, holding her steady as Nathan dragged her pants and underwear to the ground. He groaned when she was naked, admiring the view for three full seconds before lifting her high against him, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him, and then pressing his denim-covered cock against her pussy.

He kissed her savagely, staking his claim, pressing her harder against him as his passion flamed out of control. But Nathan was there, caressing her spine, encouraging them toward the bedroom, guiding them safely down the hallway, slowing the situation slightly, giving them all a chance to savor the moment.

By the time Brody lowered her to the mattress, he seemed more in control, maybe even a little embarrassed by his reaction to her. Nathan dragged off his clothes, joining her on the bed a moment later. He lay on his side, resting on his elbow, his head propped up on his hand as he caressed her belly.

“How long has it been for you?”

Confused by the unexpected question, Ava shrugged and looked over at Brody. He was still fully clothed. Nathan slid a hand up her middle, gently touching her face to get her full attention. “How long has it been since you last had a lover?”

Embarrassment heated her cheeks, but she managed to stammer out, “Two years.”

“Fuck,” Brody said in a voice filled with self-loathing. “I could have hurt you.”

Huh?
She shook her head. It wasn’t like she was a virgin or anything. She knew what sex was all about. Brody looked so annoyed with himself that she glanced at Nathan. He nodded, obviously realizing her need to comfort Brody, and so she climbed off the bed and stood in front of her dragon-shifter.

“It’s okay,” she said quietly, reaching up to touch his face. He pressed his hand over hers, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply as he fought some sort of internal battle. She pressed her lips to his and moved away slightly. She was above average height for a woman and Lord knew she had plenty of padding. Her weight had been an issue most of her life, but suddenly being built like an Amazon from the legends of old seemed to be an advantage. “I trust you not to hurt me.”

Brody looked at her like she was insane. “Dragon mating is not what you’re used to. It’s a clash of wills. A fight for domination. Hell, even my people get injured sometimes, and we’re actually built for it.”

“A fight for domination?” she asked. She wasn’t actually frightened by his description, but it was prudent to at least understand exactly what she was getting into. “What if I don’t want to fight? What if I want to submit, instead?”

What if I want to submit, instead?

Ava’s words bounced around Brody’s head, her soft voice repeating the question over and over in his mind. Submit? It seemed like such a foreign concept. Dragon mating was always consensual, but dragon females never backed down, always fighting to be the dominant partner, to control the mating. He’d never before had a partner willing to submit to his wishes.

He reached for her, touching her face lightly the same way she’d touched his moments ago. “Are you sure about this?”

She rolled her eyes, winked, and then smiled. “Of course I am. I want to be with you and Nathan, and if that means letting you take control, then that’s what I want to do. I suspect Nathan may even prefer it that way—he acts like the Doms in my books.” She glanced over at Nathan, her breath catching momentarily when he nodded. “I trust you both to take care of me.”

“Don’t worry so much, Brody,” Nathan said from his position on the bed. “If you don’t trust yourself, then trust me instead. I won’t let you hurt her.”

Nathan’s cocky grin reminded him of all the missions they’d handled together. Even though they worked for different agencies, Brody knew Nathan was more than capable of stopping him if things got out of hand. He took a deep breath, nodded to Nathan in thanks, and rubbed his thumb over Ava’s lips as he turned to face her.

“Go to Nathan. Show me what you mean when you say you’ll submit to me.”

Ava nodded, her soft smile warming his heart. She turned back to Nathan, waiting nervously, obviously uncertain what to do. Nathan rolled off the bed, coming to stand in front of her, no longer the playful lover he’d been a few moments ago, but rather the dominating personality he’d seen the man use when the situation called for it.

“On the bed, Ava. Hands and knees.”

She nodded, quickly moving to do what Nathan ordered, the scent of her increased arousal filling the room once more.

* * * *

Nathan tried to hide the small worry that niggled in his mind. When Ava had said she wanted to submit, every dominant tendency he’d ever owned had come roaring to the forefront of his mind. It had been a long time since he’d had a chance to visit the BDSM club he belonged to, and even longer since he’d had a submissive of his own. But at Ava’s innocent words his cock had hardened to the point of pain, and the scene he’d read through on her e-reader when she’d been sleeping bounced through his mind.

But just because she’d read it, just because she said she wanted to submit, it didn’t really mean she actually wanted to experience it. He fell back on his training both as a bodyguard and as a Dom and hoped like hell he was reading her body language properly.

She was on her hands and knees, facing the headboard of the bed, her arms trembling either from passion, nerves, fear, or maybe all three. Whatever happened in the next few minutes could decide the future for all of them. He glanced at Brody, noticed the tension the big man couldn’t hope to hide, and then turned to face the woman who suddenly had the power to break them both.

“I’m giving you a safe word, Ava. If at any time you are scared, overwhelmed, hurting, or just plain need to talk I want you to say the word ‘red.’ Is that understood?”

She nodded, looking over her shoulder at him, her uncertainty leaking through her control. He caressed her back, his hand traveling over the bumps of her spine, dipping into the hollow above her butt cheeks, and caressing lower, massaging the soft globes of her ass.

“You have a beautiful ass, Ava,” he said with genuine appreciation. She made a disbelieving noise, and he slapped her bottom in reaction. She squeaked at the sharp hit, but stayed where she was. “I said you have a beautiful ass, Ava. The proper response is ‘Thank you, Sir.’ Is that clear?”

She seemed to hesitate, perhaps unprepared for the domination to begin before anything of a truly sexual nature had happened. “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, caressing the pinkened skin where his hand had landed. “I’m going to spank you, Ava. Not because you’re in trouble, but because I like the idea of seeing your beautiful ass covered in my handprints.” He waited a moment, caressing her skin, assessing her reaction as her muscles trembled under his touch. “Would you like to use your safe word, Ava?”

“N–No, Sir,” she managed to say in a breathless voice.

“Good girl,” he said as he leaned over and pressed his lips to her spine. “Lower your shoulders to the mattress.” He pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her down so that her ass pointed higher into the air. “Get comfortable, Ava. We want you to relax so that you can enjoy this.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said in a calmer-sounding voice.

He continued to caress her, enjoying the way she trembled while she waited. He rubbed her bottom, warming the skin slightly before landing a hard smack against her left butt cheek. She pulled away instinctively, but moved back into position very quickly. “Good girl,” he said again, glancing over his shoulder to see Brody standing behind him with a look of fascination on his face.

Nathan smacked Ava again and again, each time praising her for her response. Soon she was moving into the blows, subconsciously begging for more. He could see her shiny juices dripping from her pussy, her arousal coating her thighs as she wound closer and closer to orgasm. Nathan wished he’d left his own clothes on. The urge to bury his cock deep inside her, to take her hard and fast, was almost overwhelming. He called on every ounce of self-control he owned, determined to savor the moment and not rush their first time together.

He touched the shiny lips of her pussy, spreading her arousal, swirling his fingers through the wetness. He lifted his hand to his mouth, tasting her essence, groaning as her flavor hit his tongue.

“Brody needs to taste you, baby. Lie still while he eats your pussy.”

Ava sighed, relaxing against the mattress slightly as she reacted to his order.

* * * *

Ava was on the verge of orgasm, but strangely she also felt very relaxed, like being told what to do somehow freed her from the worry of needing to decide what to do on her own.

Nathan continued to caress her spine and shoulders as he came to sit on the bed beside her. He leaned over, pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, and smiled at her soft squeak when Brody wrapped his hands around her thighs and lifted her pussy to his mouth.

His touch was gentle, his tongue soothing as he lapped at the soft folds of her pussy. She squirmed in his hold, needing more, loving the sweet caress but wanting to feel his full strength, his need for her, his domination.

“You won’t hurt her, Brody,” Nathan said confidently. “She needs you to tongue-fuck her. See how’s she’s squirming? She needs you to take what you want. Fuck her with your mouth. You’re the one in control.”

Brody stopped licking her, and for a moment she feared he was about to walk away. But then his incredibly hot tongue flicked over her clit as he lifted her higher, dragging her knees off the mattress so that she nearly dangled in his grasp, only her head and shoulders still on the bed. She moaned as he stabbed his tongue into her pussy, thrusting over and over, filling her channel, pressing deeper than she’d believed possible.

Her orgasm began slowly, heat curling through her as every muscle vibrated with release, but then she squealed, jerking in his hold, as he licked up the crease of her ass and poked and prodded her back passage. Climax slammed her, racing over the top of her earlier orgasm, shattering her mind into a million tiny pieces as sensation overtook reality. Again and again heated waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She shook everywhere, screaming again when Brody lifted her over Nathan and pushed her onto his hard cock, impaling her, forcing her legs open further as he controlled the pace. Nathan held her close, wrapping his arms around her upper body as Brody forced her into orgasm once more.

She let them control her, let them do as they pleased, submitted to their attentions, trusting them to keep her safe. Eventually, slowly, the frantic heat of passion came down to a slow simmer, the exhaustion of true release curling through her.

But then, just as she thought they would take their own satisfaction, both men pulled away. Before she could protest, Brody lifted her to her hands and knees, threaded a hand through her hair, and guided her mouth onto Nathan’s still-hard cock.

“Suck him, sweetheart,” he ordered even as he pushed her lower. She didn’t protest, taking Nathan into her mouth willingly, even a little surprised to enjoy the taste of their combined flavor. Brody controlled the pace, caressing her spine with his other hand as he watched her pleasure his friend. Nathan groaned as she tightened the suction, using her tongue to caress the underside of his cock.

Without letting go of her hair, Brody slid his cock into her dripping pussy, holding still inside her, letting her adjust to his size as he caressed her scalp and spine.

But then, almost as if by some signal, both men groaned. Nathan started lifting up into her mouth, pushing deeper with every stroke. “Swallow,” he growled, holding her head trapped as his cock hit the back of her throat. She closed her eyes, concentrating on finding the right muscles to be able to do as he said, damn near coming herself when she finally managed to take him deeper into her throat. His cock swelled, pumping his essence into her. He pulled out partially, letting her taste him.