Authors: Ava Frost
“Put on a glove,” he tells Chad.
Once Shane is on his back beckons to me. From somewhere he pulled lube, and he worked his cool, moist fingers over my anus.
“Holy hell you are beautiful. Do you know that?” he said, taking both my orbed cheeks into his hands. “I could feast on your ass all night.”
I trembled in his hands, feeling the anticipation and adrenaline of having two men. He slipped in two fingers while I stood before him. “How does that feel?”
I moaned at the strange intrusion and the unexpected pleasure
“Come here,” he whispers, pulling me on top of him. “Are you sure you can do this?”
I’m not, but I want to try. Something has passed between all three of us, and I wanted to be as connected and close as I can possibly get.
“Yes,” I say spreading my legs wider to lower myself on his cock when ready. This way I have control.
Shane laid on his back, still, ready as I lowered my tight opening onto his thick body, letting gravity do its job. I watch Chad’s face as he watches his friend’s member disappear inside of me. His face flushed as I imagine mine is too. The sight of him enjoying himself and the sight of me makes the nearly unbearable pressure of Shane’s enormous dick filling my ass bearable. It makes me forget this is supposed to be uncomfortable. It makes me remember how bad I want them.
“Oh baby,” Shane moans, lifting slightly to enter me fully. His slight movement causes me to cry out, and he holds me steady, ready to pull out.
“No. it’s ok. Just give me a second. I’m ok.”
I can feel his concern though I can’t see his face. I play with my clit, adding more pleasure to the pain. Chad, stood unmoving, watching me play with my swollen clit while my rectum relaxed adjusting to Shane’s intrusive invasion.
“Dear God. I’m going to fucking cum.”
“Not yet,” Shane growls.
“Not. Before. You’re. In. Me.” I pant.
“Legs out straight baby. Lie back. How does that fill? Is that too much?” he holds me, wrapping his arms around my middle to assist in my descent. The pressure is indescribable and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Shane slowly raises his hips, doing all the work to slowly slide his cock in and out of me.
Chad doesn’t wait for Shane’s invitation as he sidles up to us and situates himself between my open legs.
“It’s not going to take long beautiful,” he says comforting me before sliding into my cunt.
I am acutely aware of every body part below my waist. My filled rectum, stuffed vagina and the thin membrane separating them as they filled me as far as they could go. The result was all three of us crying out. The pressure is too much. I could feel the men moving in unison inside of me. Shane holding me, kneading my breasts while Chad leans forward, supporting himself above me and kissing my face. It’s too much. I’m a pool of gasoline waiting for a small spark and the harder they go, the more I know I’m going to explode. My pulse raced in my ears, as the blood rushed to my engorged clit and I scream, not caring who can hear when the force of something unearthly hits me. Climbing, climbing, climbing, then falling over the edge and tumbling, spinning into blissful oblivion. Chad kisses the screams from my lips as Shane continues to rock under us, shaking with pleasure. We were conjoined triplets as Shane unloaded into my receptive bottom and my spasms milked Chad of his cream.
I have no idea how long we stayed like that, no trace of where I ended, and they began. It was heaven and better than any one night stand I ever had.
Chad moved first, grunting to pull out, leaving me feeling the loss of his warmth. He helped me detangle from Shane and lifted me slowly. The involuntary cry springs from my lips as Shane dislodged from my devirginized backdoor.
“You ok sweetheart?” he asked, caressing my cheek softly. “Tell me you’re ok.”
I sigh, feeling like all my bones are melted. “I’m ok. I will probably need a wheelchair from now on, but I’m ok.”
He chuckles softly, as Shane comes from the bathroom with a warm washcloth to wipe away the oozing cream from my body. He was so gentle, the complete opposite of his mood at the beginning of the night.
He sighed, taking me in as I lay vulnerable on Chad’s chest.
“Mine,” he says.
“Ours,” Chad agrees.
Chapter 3
My muscles tightened suddenly, and I have to check that I really heard what I think I heard.
“Excuse me? What did you say?”
The muscles in Shane’s back tighten as I swear it looked like his tattoo moved.
“I said, mine.” He almost yelled, like a child demanding no one play with his toy. He turned, eyeing me and his eyes seem to glow. “You got a problem with that?”
I propped myself up on one elbow. “Hell yea I got a problem with that. This is a one night stand. This isn’t a life connection. I’m not your property.”
Chad grabs me, pulling me back as Shane’s nose starts to smoke. It looked like he was doing hookah except without the bowl or previously smoking anything.
He bent, untethered, shaking his head like a dog. Then before my eyes, the tattoo on his back stretched across his entire body. The scales of the tattoos moved and transformed from realistic art to reality. Where hands used to be there were five claws. He hovered in the air surrounded by a golden light before landing gracefully without a sound on the hotel carpeted floor. His scales glowed
garnet, amber, and topaz. His eyes were just as golden with the same slits his tattoo had before. His muscles contracted and shifted under his rippling scales. His mouth opened and closed showing
teeth a little rounded, but sharp enough to slice through flesh and a snake-like tongue as he slyly glared at me through the corner of the eye.
“Please tell me you see the same thing I see,” I said terrified against the Chad’s firm chest.
“I do.” Chad sounded so calm I turned to see his face, keeping the dragon in my peripheral view.
“You are entirely too calm for this. Please tell me you’re not a fire breather too.”
The idea that the two men I previously felt so connected with were nothing like what I previously believed scared me.
He shook his head no, “No. Acid.”
“Excuse me?” I squeaked, trying to stay calm and not make any sudden motions.
“I don’t breathe fire. I’m a sea dragon. Land dragons breathe fire, sea dragons breathe acid and sky dragons breathe frost.” He stated it matter of factly, like this was common knowledge. He spoke as if I was in the wrong. He was the one talking about dragons.
I jumped from the bed, putting my back against the wall. I didn’t care that I was naked. I didn’t care that not ten minutes before I had the best sex of my life. I cared that there was a dragon so big that he had to bend his neck to prevent his head from touching the ceiling in front of me.
“What the hell is going on?” My eyes flickered back and forth between the thing that used to be Shane and Chad was frantically trying to make sense of what I was seeing. “Did one of you slip something in my drink? Is this a crazy hallucination? Is this real?”
Chad slid from the bed and walked towards me with his arms outstretched. “Calm down Angela. Would you please calm down?”
“No!” I squeaked, feeling on the verge of a panic attack. “I need some answers. I need them now,” I said, bracing my weakened body against the wall.
Chad was in front of me, holding me upright. “Please breathe Angela.”
Wave after wave of fear crashed into my veins. Flight or fight rushed through my blood mixed with adrenaline, and my stomach gave out on me. I could hear my heart pounding so loudly I thought it would come out of my chest. Pains were shooting down my legs. I became so afraid, I couldn’t catch my breath. My hands, my feet, my legs, my arms were tingling. There was a heaviness in my chest, and all I could think about was how sad my parents would be to find out their daughter died before fulfilling her promising future as a lawyer.
“You’re having a panic attack.” I heard him say from somewhere far off. I wanted to say no I’m not but I couldn’t speak. My head swam, and I had the sudden understanding that I was going to die.
“Angela, you’re safe. Do you understand? No one is going to hurt you.” Chad’s voice was above me, but that didn’t make sense. “Trust me. Please. I’m worried about you honey. Please.”
He sounded as scared as I felt. Maybe he didn’t want me to die. “Think about your future. Think about how amazing of a lawyer you’re going to be. Think about how much your parents love you.”
I finally calmed myself enough to see clearly. The world was spinning entirely too fast for comfort, and I realized it was the cool porcelain of the hotel bathtub that was cooling my skin. I didn’t bother wondering how he knew I was going to be a lawyer. I didn’t want to worry about how he knew things he shouldn’t.
“What happened?” I asked, confused.
He looked nervous.
“Well, a few things.” He handed me a glass of water. “You drink and relax, and I will explain.”
I sipped slowly. My head was pounding, and the picture I held in my head of a dragon seemed too real.
“You are mine and Shane’s mate.”
His eyes were clear. So he wasn’t on drugs. He really believed what he just said.
“No,” I said shaking my head. “You just met me. I’m nobody’s anything. I’m just Angela.” I tried to stand and pitched forward before he caught me.
“Will you please just listen to me?”
I wasn’t convinced.
“I promise you can leave as soon as I finish.”
That sounded more reasonable.
“Ok.”
He took another deep breath before indicating I should drink more. I complied.
“We are dragon shifters. It is hard to believe, but you saw what Shane turned into. Our tattoos conceal our animal until we want to shift or get angry.”
That all sounded entirely insane.
“We have lived for over 1,000 years, in search of our one true mate.”
At this point, I’m sure my face displayed just how much unbelief I had.
“You are our mate. We know.”
“Let’s say I believed your delusions, can you prove it? How do you know I’m your fated mate to be?”
“Because I have seen it.”
I wanted to laugh except this wasn’t funny. “Right,” I said sarcastically. I was ready to leave.
“It is true. I am a sea dragon. I can see the future and often make prophetic claims. 500 years ago, Shane and I moved to North Carolina, Raleigh to be exact, waiting for you. Angela Robins, 26, blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, the only child of Jenny Robins and Robert Robins, who passed away two years ago from pancreatic cancer. You are funny but nerdy. You like the band Gorillaz and think Britney Spears is overrated. You went out last night to celebrate something with your best friend from law school.”
My mouth hung open. “Did you stalk me? Who did you pay to tell you this?”
He shook his head no. “Who could have told me that? I knew all that, but I don’t know what exactly you were celebrating last night.”
“Why not,” I asked skeptically.
“Because that’s how prophecies work. Some things, like your beautiful face,” he said caressing my cheek, “are clear and unforgettable. While other facts are unclear.”
He waited, but I had nothing to say.
“I know I have loved you for years. So has Shane. We share everything, even our mate. Which is why your response made him a little angry. I swear under the quick temper and spiked tail he’s a big teddy bear.”
I couldn’t believe anything he was saying. He had to be selling me a bill of goods.
“I know it’s hard to believe,” he said leaning forward so I could see nothing other than his eyes. “But don’t think with this,” he said touching his index finger to my forehead. “Think with this,” he said placing his other hand on my chest, on top of my heart.
I closed my eyes, blocking out everything I could see. Everything in me said to think about this logically, but the heart wasn’t logical, neither was watching a man transform into a dragon.
I know that I since I met them, I felt an affinity toward them. I knew that they treated me decently and seemed genuine. I knew that I wanted to be with them again. I knew that I wanted this to be something more but what did that mean for my future?
I opened my eyes, and he was still right in front of me, drowning me in his green eyes tinged with a little blue and brown. “What do you think?”
“I think we need to talk to Shane.”
He helped me out of the tub, and we left to talk to his fire breathing other half.
Shane had returned to his human form and lounged casually on the couch.
He stood when we entered. I found him only a little less intimidating now that I saw what he could turn into.
“I’m sorry if I scared you,” he said looking only slight remorseful.
“I’m sorry if I angered you,” I said sitting beside him. Chad boxed me in sitting on my other side.
He shrugged, “I’m not used to not being in charge.”
“I understand, it’s just.” I struggled to speak my mind, and I didn’t want to upset him for fear he might shift again.