Chapter Sixteen
The weakening tether Simina had on her dragon was stretched to its limit. Her self-control had unraveled to an alarming degree in only a matter of minutes, ever since Dez had offered her a taste from his own plate of dessert and she’d taken it. It had seemed like such an innocent gesture at first, until she’d clumsily wound up with a smear of frosting on her lower lip and he’d leaned in to help clean her up.
His touch had sent a jolt of lightning through her body, rousing her dragon to a fevered state. When he leaned in to kiss her, her only thought was how much she needed a taste of his lips even more than she’d craved sweets. The fact that her own date was only a foot away hadn’t stopped her. On the contrary, Veryl’s presence somehow made Dez’s kiss feel even more perfect, like he was merely an extension of Veryl. One piece of a whole package that she longed to discover every new facet of, and intended to take advantage of every opportunity to do just that.
None of it made sense to her rational mind, and yet her dragon was in her element, roaring her agreement with every action Simina made that took her closer to intimate contact with all three of these men.
Yet it still terrified her rational mind that she’d give in so easily. For the first time since she’d met Talon, she was almost entirely at the mercy of the spirit within her. This wasn’t how she’d envisioned the night would go, but her objection was only met with more of Veryl’s sweet endearments, softening her will further. When he touched her, she just wanted more from both Veryl before her and Dez at her back, whose arousal pressed hard into her backside.
Every cell in her being and every glimmer of energy in her soul wanted to follow through to see where this led.
Her plea for Veryl’s touch had been answered, and she reveled in the tenderness of his kiss. He was gentle, yet forceful in a way he hadn’t been before, and she loved the change. The love she felt from him was just as strong as ever, his lips hot and deliberate against her own as he pushed his tongue between her lips and along her tongue in measured sweeps guaranteed to set her body alight.
When he’d kissed her this way before, it had roused her instincts only a little. Not enough to make her believe they had the kind of undying bond she’d known she could have had with Talon, had they taken their relationship to that final step. But now … with these two other men so close … everything had changed.
Her desire had become a living thing, a bright presence in her soul that roared in harmony with her dragon, and it was all because of that kiss from Dez. Crossing that line had done something to her. Where she’d previously had only a low ember of affection for Veryl—enough to pursue a mutually beneficial mating—now that ember burned exponentially hotter with each of their shared touches. But it had been Cato’s voice urging Veryl on that finally pushed her beyond the brink of self-control.
She needed Veryl’s touch to ease that wild panic. While her dragon rejoiced, her rational mind wasn’t ready to take this step—but she wanted to be, and she knew he could get her there.
“I’ve got you, starshine. I’ll give you what you need.” He glanced past her to Dez at her back and amended his statement. “We’ll give you what you need. Talk to her, Dez.”
Dez slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest so his mouth brushed against her ear. “Baby, you’re a dream come true, do you know that? No lie. What you’re doing to us, just by being here, is so long overdue. We never fucking knew what we were missing until you showed up, now it’s all so fucking crystal clear. You’re it for us.”
Cato came around to crouch beside her and gazed up at her with those deep blue eyes. “He’s right. We wouldn’t have come together the way we were meant to without you, Simina.”
Before her, Veryl’s expression still had that enraptured look he always got when he was on the verge of making the entire world fade away for her. He leaned in to kiss her again, a slow, sensual melding of their mouths.
While they kissed, three sets of hands roamed her body. Dez’s slid up her arms and hooked the straps of her dress, pulling them down so they fell to the sides. Her bodice loosened and he spread both big palms over her chest beneath her collar bone, sliding down beneath the top of her dress. The fabric slipped to her waist and his hands replaced it, cupping her breasts gently. He simply held her, still murmuring constant sensual endearments in her ear. Beneath his palms, her hard nipples ached to be touched, but she wasn’t about to interrupt their hypnotic process.
Another set of hands—Cato’s—began at her feet, tugging off her shoes and gently rubbing each foot before moving higher. As he moved, he pushed her legs apart and rucked up the hem of her dress to her waist.
Veryl kept his hands at the tops of her thighs, thumbs tantalizingly close to her core. When he moved, it was to grip her hips and catch the top of her panties to pull them down. Cool air rushed over her hot, soaked pussy, and she gasped when Veryl finally released her mouth from their never-ending kiss. He brushed his lips over her jaw, down her throat, to her chest.
No words were spoken between the men, but she got the sense they were attuned to each other. No sooner had Veryl’s mouth reached the tops of her breasts than Dez lifted one mound and bared her nipple to the other man. Veryl wrapped his lips around and sucked and at the same time Cato leaned in to take her other nipple, sliding a hand up her thigh while he teased her pebbled peak with his tongue. His fingers brushed her outer folds and he let out a low growl, slowly delving deeper within her tender core.
Then another hand joined Cato’s between her thighs, and Veryl spread her open while Cato pushed into her. He didn’t just test with one finger, or even two, though. She gasped, and her eyes flew open at the sudden invading stretch to see Cato gazing back at her intently. He glanced down between her thighs where all but his thumb was pushed into her aching sheath.
“Good girl,” he said. “I plan to share this part of you with one of them tonight. Would you like that?”
She mumbled a barely coherent affirmative before Veryl admonished his friend. “Slow down. This is all about her for now, remember?”
Cato nodded. “Just one more thing for me,” he said, then captured her mouth in a kiss that was so rough and desperate she wondered if he wasn’t the one who needed making love to instead of her. His experimental penetration of her eased until only two fingers remained and slowly began moving in and out of her, each time hooking just enough to rub at her inner walls in that spot that made her feel like she was flying.
He took her to the edge until her hips bucked into his thrusting fingers, then eased back and pushed her legs farther apart.
Dez gently massaged her breasts as he tweaked and pinched her tender nipples, causing her to arch into his touch. “Baby, watching you come undone for them is the fucking sweetest thing in the world. I’m going to love taking care of you myself.”
Cato moved away, and Simina’s eyelids fluttered open in time to see Veryl bend down and kiss the top of her bare cleft as reverently as he’d kissed her mouth. He lingered for a second as Cato shifted his hand to make room, the adjustment causing him to push deeper into her. Then Veryl’s tongue slid out and probed her clit, teasing the sensitive tip beneath her hood with tiny licks.
She cried out at the sudden, sharp pleasure that rushed through her like wildfire. Veryl grasped both her thighs in his hands, squeezing and pushing them wide. Cato gripped her thigh closest to him, pressed a kiss to her knee, and pushed her leg up. He slipped his fingers out of her and rested his hand at the back of Veryl’s neck as he bent low and took over, covering her entire engorged pussy with his mouth and pushing his tongue deep into her.
“Let me taste her, brother,” Dez growled, his gaze fixed on Cato’s fingers, still glistening with her juices. Cato raised his hand and touched his fingers to the other man’s lips. Dez opened up and sucked them in, his moan sending a shiver down Simina’s body that heightened the throbbing heat of her flesh beneath Veryl’s talented tongue.
She clung to them, one arm hooked behind her holding onto the back of Dez’s neck, and the other over Cato’s shoulders as he bent in to kiss her once more while Dez diligently cleaned her essence off Cato’s fingers.
Veryl’s tongue fluttered expertly over her clit, taking her to the edge yet again and holding her there. When she was so close she didn’t think she could stand it, he pushed his fingers into her in a slow, deliberate thrust and rubbed that spot that took her to heaven in a split-second. She let out a harsh moan into Cato’s mouth and he hummed back, deepening their kiss and cupping the back of her head with one big hand to keep her steady as her orgasm tore through her.
Veryl shifted his grip to her ass, holding her tight to his mouth while he continued strumming her pussy with his tongue, drawing out the orgasm until she was forced to break the kiss with Cato just to breathe. She let out a rough yell, her body arching and tensing as the last peak gripped her.
Dez held her close, his strong arms wrapped around her and his lips nuzzling at the side of her neck. “That’s right. Let go, baby. Fuck, you are so beautiful like this.”
She lost herself to the utter perfection of the moment, of relinquishing control of her body and soul into their hands. Deep inside, her dragon purred in contentment. The agony of grief and solitude was at an end, and everything was right in her world again.