There was an invisible button inside me. Sometimes a partner had to work extremely hard to find it, but once that button was pushed, my brain shut off. I was all body. All sensation. Nothing else mattered but existing in that slow, dreamy space for as long as possible.

Sometimes it was high, up in the clouds, soaring.

Sometimes it was dark and silent, sinking into a forgotten cellar or cave deep in the earth.

I needed them both. I needed to soar, and I needed to sink.

Mehen was definitely of the deep sinking stone sliding into the bottomless ocean variety. I could taste my blood on his tongue, and I wanted more. I wanted to go deeper still.

With his right hand fisted in my hair, he eased back off me and let me settle on my knees with my upper back braced on the mattress. “Open your mouth now, D.”

Staring up at him, I gripped his hips and opened my mouth so wide my jaws ached, waiting to see how he’d use me. It’d tell me a lot about what kind of man he was deep down where he didn’t like to look very often. Ezra was all growl and no bite. Rik was growl and bite, but he was alpha. I expected him to break me open and look inside at his leisure. It was his right as my alpha, and I expected nothing less than he use me as he wanted, when he wanted.

Though now that we had Shara, he hadn’t needed to break me open, shatter me, and put me back together again.

Even though I needed it.

I loved Shara with every non-aggressive, non-dominant bone in my body. I loved it when she took me. I loved it when she let Rik take control, too. I didn’t need an aggressive, dominant queen ruling over me all the time. I loved to be able to cuddle with her and tease her and make her smile. With all the blood and danger and power in her life, she needed my lightness.

She needed me.

I loved to be needed.

But I needed this, too. I needed to be broken. Tamed. Forced. To have my body owned and used and treasured, despite being broken.

Mehen twisted his hand deeper in my hair, forcing my neck in a painful arc. Perfect. Then he shoved his dick in my mouth.

No “here’s a little taste, so you can feel how thick and wide my meat is.” That wasn’t Mehen’s style. He rammed balls deep with a “swallow my dick down your throat until you’re raw and maybe when I’m done I’ll let you breathe.”

Exactly the way I liked it.

He wasn’t the biggest man I’d given head to, but he was definitely the roughest. I couldn’t put my hands to good use teasing his balls or playing with his ass. I was too fucking busy holding on to his hips for dear life. He slammed deep again and again, grinding down my throat, and likely rubbing himself sore too. I wasn’t trying to scrape him with my fangs, but when a man fucked an Aima’s mouth that hard, accidents happened, though he didn’t seem to mind.

Face tight and grim, he stared down at me, his eyes blazing like Shara had loosed green fire inside him. My jaws ached, my neck muscles screaming from the unnatural angle. His scent burned in my nose, part dragon fire and part serpent. That inherent dangerous scent that our queen’s cobra carried. It made the tiny hairs on my nape quiver with alarm, bringing the thrill of being used by him to an all new level.

All too quickly, he jammed deep on a guttural growl and emptied his load down my throat so deep I didn’t have to swallow.

I sucked in a frantic gulp of air when he gave me a quick breather.

Panting, he bent down and glared into my eyes. “You didn’t fucking purr.” Stepping back, he hauled me up by my hair, twisted me around, and threw me up on the bed. “When I fuck you, you’ll purr. Loudly. I want you to vibrate my balls. Now make yourself useful and eat our queen’s pussy while our alpha fucks her, and I fuck you.”

Daire crawled toward me, straddling Rik’s legs. His hair was a mess, his lips swollen, blood and drool and come dribbling down his chin. He swiped his tongue across his lips, cleaning up before he touched me, though I really think he did it to tease me with that ridiculously talented tongue.

His eyes. Goddess. Dazed out of his mind, high as a kite, and yet completely grounded too. He was fully aware and coherent, yet at the same time, he’d separated his mind from his body. His body wasn’t his any longer. It belonged to Mehen. Completely.

Soft, tender lips pressed to mine. I could taste his blood and the bite of Mehen’s semen.

A sharp crack made me jerk my head up. Joining us on the bed on his knees, Mehen brought his hand crashing down on Daire’s buttock again. “That isn’t where I told you to put your mouth.”

Ignoring him, Daire nuzzled my neck, lipping along my jaw and up to my ear.

It wasn’t like he could easily get his mouth on my pussy when I was leaning forward like this. Rik was already inside me. It just seemed so… so… raw.

And so fucking hot.

I couldn’t get that image out of my mind.

“Don’t punish him for something out of his control.” I fought to keep my voice even, but the sharp tones made me wince. I wasn’t angry, exactly. My emotions were turbulent and jumbled. Aroused. Furious that they’d hurt each other and mad at myself for enjoying it so much. And so damned needy. All of us. A mess. Just like Daire’s face and Mehen’s bleeding chest and arms.

He’d already used Daire’s mouth so hard I was surprised his dick wasn’t bleeding too.

Yet I was so fucking wet that I could smell the musk of my own desire. Sitting here with Rik deep inside me, not even thrusting, it was all I could do not to come. Or sink my fangs into Daire and make him come. Or both.

“Why not?” Mehen retorted, his eyes flashing. “He likes it well enough. Why else do you think he’s still not doing as he was told?”

Rik flexed his big body beneath me and my eyes rolled back in my head. Everything inside me clamped down. I clutched Daire’s head and came so hard I screamed and bit my own lip.

Daire moved to lick the blood from my mouth, but Mehen lunged over the top of him, shoving his shoulders down and forcing his head to stay low. “Oh no you don’t. I don’t want to wait another minute to fuck you.”

As he’d done after smacking Daire in the mouth, Mehen licked my chin and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. Here, then, was how the ferocious dragon could be tender. Licking blood from a wound.

The first time he’d tasted my blood flashed into my mind. How he’d clutched my hand in his mighty jaws… and yes. It’d hurt like a bitch. He’d broken my arm.

But he’d licked my blood from my skin. When he could have ripped my hand off and bathed in royal blood spraying from what was left of the bloody stump.

He groaned deep in his throat and pushed his hips against Daire. The way Daire groaned too told me my blood had made Mehen hard again.

Rik slid his palm around my throat and pulled me back against him. My throat. In his hand. Such a turn on. He pushed up a bit inside me, reminding me of his size. How patiently he waited while I watched my two other Blood, yet with one simple touch, he reminded me of his complete and utter control. He made this possible. My alpha ensured I could safely watch a rabid dragon and a teasing warcat pound the shit out of each other and still enjoy it. Because I trusted him one-hundred percent. If he needed to wade in and thump some sense into one or both of them, he would. Without hesitation. Not because he was jealous or wanted to drive them from me, but because he cared as much as I did that everybody should be safe and loved as much as possible.

Even if that meant he had to sit behind me, mostly forgotten, while two men fucked on top of his legs. Or while one of them dipped low to slide his tongue along my slit and tease the base of his cock.

“That’s a good kitty,” Mehen growled roughly as he tore his wrist open. “Make our queen come again for our alpha. Make her squeeze his dick in half.”

He bled all over Daire, and me, and Rik, carelessly slinging blood on the sheets. The sight of his blood dripping down Daire’s back as he bent low between my thighs made me crazy. My fangs descended and I dragged my hands up Daire’s back, smearing blood into his skin. He slid his tongue around Rik’s cock buried inside me and leisurely made his way back up, sucking on my flesh as he went. When he finally closed his lips around my clit, my back bowed and I clutched his head, because Rik swirled his hips up in a lazy, powerful roll.

My heart fluttered frantically, my thighs quivering. I watched as Mehen worked his fingers into Daire’s ass, loosening him up enough to shove deep in one hard thrust that made Daire rumble against me.

Oh goddess. That purr. I couldn’t imagine a vibrator with even a fraction of that incredibly powerful rumble. Mehen’s head fell back, the tendons in his neck and shoulders standing out in stark relief. Shuddering with bliss, he breathed out, “ahhhhh.”

Yeah. Me too. I couldn’t sit still. Not with Rik so hard inside me. Daire sucking on me. That purr sliding along my nerves, racing from my clit, to my nipples, and up to my mouth. My fangs throbbed deep into my jaws and down my throat.

Cracking his eyes open, Mehen seized Daire’s hips in both hands and ground harder against him. He stared into my eyes while he hauled himself out and slammed back, hard, making Daire’s breath sigh out against me. Mehen wasn’t even touching me, but I could feel him moving inside Daire by the way his mouth moved on me.

Rik slid his right arm around me, his fingers splayed on my stomach. He stroked over my throat, bringing me back harder against him. Even the weight of his big hand changed the angle slightly, making the head of his cock rub new nerves inside me. I felt like a guitar in his hands, his fingers strumming chords from my throat. He pushed a little harder on my abdomen, giving himself just a little more depth inside me. Impaled and stuffed, I writhed beneath Daire’s mouth and the green fire in Mehen’s eyes.

I hugged Daire’s shoulders with my thighs, my hands in his hair. He sucked harder, groaning and moaning against my flesh with every punishing thrust Mehen gave him. The king gave him no quarter. No tenderness. He pounded him mercilessly, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes flashed with power, the scales flickering and gleaming on his shoulders as the dragon slid and writhed beneath his skin.

His lips twisted in a grimace and he dragged his right hand down Daire’s back, leaving deep bloody scratches from his talons.

The smell of blood tormented me, but none of them wanted to get close to my fangs. I wouldn’t be able to keep from sinking them deep and then this would be over. I didn’t blame them. I didn’t want this over either. But my hunger ravaged through me like wildfire ripping through a drought-stricken forest.

Three men. So close. Touching. But nothing I could easily bite. It would have made me laugh if my fangs didn’t hurt so badly. It was a good hurt, though. The kind of pain that made my pleasure surge even higher.

Tremors rocked Daire’s shoulders. He purred louder, more of a growl, a desperate pleading roar, and Mehen’s furious rhythm faltered. He plunged deep and gritted his teeth, fighting back his release, but Daire wasn’t having any of that. His rumble dropped even lower, hitting a new bass that made my toes curl and I shattered again. Mehen let out a wordless roar and the bed rocked with the fury of his release. He fell across Daire and pressed his bleeding wrist to my mouth, which pushed me over the edge.

Naturally, Rik sank his fangs into my shoulder, making sure my climax soared to a whole new stratosphere as he came inside me.

Panting and sweaty, I forced my eyes open. Our bonds shimmered with feel-good endorphins. On his side, Mehen lay against Rik’s thigh, hugging Daire’s back. I’d probably suffocated him, my thighs locked around his head. I released him but he didn’t come up right away. He’d sank his fangs into my thigh and I hadn’t even realized it.

Rik reached around me to tap him on the head. “Not too much. You know what she’s been through today.”

Licking his lips, Daire came up over me, draping himself on top of me. “Just a taste.”

I stroked his hair back out of his face. “You okay?”

“Mmmmm. Fabulous.”

“I should look at those scratches on both of you and see if they need to be healed.”

Mehen grunted, shifted beside Rik, and almost fell off the bed. He grabbed at Daire’s hair and Rik’s thigh, holding on until he got his balance. “Don’t be ridiculous. These scratches aren’t worth you wasting a single drop of effort to heal. They’ll all be gone in the morning.”

My eyes were already heavy. I yawned and Rik immediately said, “Go, find a place to sleep. She needs her rest.”

Daire buried his head against me. “No cuddles tonight?”

Even Mehen looked disappointed, though he sat up and smacked Daire’s ass lightly. “Come on, D. Let’s go see if G’s had any problems with those two idiots.”

I wished they could stay, but this fucking bed…

Daire kissed me and then padded after Mehen. “I call the couch.”

“Fuck that shit. You can sleep on the floor. There’s plenty of pillows.”

I bit my lip. If they had to sleep on the floor, then I should sleep with them.

Rik shifted me off to the side so he spooned against me. “Fuck that shit. My queen doesn’t sleep on the floor.”

And I fell asleep before I could argue with him.