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  He kissed her cheek, nibbling on her earlobe. “I plan to love you and bring you the greatest pleasure you’ve ever known. Again and again. But only if you trust me. I will not let you come to harm. What say you?” He had to have her answer before he let this go any further. She was too important to him—to all of them.

  “I consent, but if I ask you to stop, you must promise me that you will.”

  “I vow it.” He kissed her again, loving the way she clenched around him. “Now, raise your arms. We are going to tie you up.”

  Geoff took the arm closest to him and quickly looped a bit of the soft bandage around her wrist, tying the other end to the headboard. Brodie did the same on the other side. He had to leave the warm heat of her pussy to do it, but they had time now. She wasn’t going to bolt. At least not until she called a halt and they untied her. He had time to entice her, to explore her, to ravish her slowly.

  Time to introduce Geoff into the play, in small increments. As much as she could handle, or would allow. The sooner the three of them got used to each other, the sooner they could cement the bonds to join their little family and the dragons could mate. Silla would be the link that held them all together. If they did this right. And if she agreed to be their wife.

  A lot was riding on the next few hours.

  Chapter Six

  Silla didn’t know why she wasn’t running for the hills. A strange man was tying her naked to a giant bed, and she was letting him! What had changed about her sanity in the past hour that she would allow such a thing?

  But the little devil of lust that had finally been awakened in her body was driving her to comply with anything Brodie and his fighting partner asked. She’d heard about the threesomes in the Lairs around the country and always wondered how that might work. Here was her golden opportunity to find out. And most shocking of all, Brodie even said he wanted her to be their wife.

  She still couldn’t quite believe that part. She had been a wife and never thought she would ever contemplate such a thing again, but she had never dreamed a knight—make that two knights—would want her for their mate. She didn’t know what to think about that. But she definitely wanted to know more of the pleasure that Brodie had introduced her to.

  She couldn’t deny that Geoff’s gaze fired her senses. Perhaps she had hidden exhibitionist tendencies after all. She never would have believed it, but when Geoff had stared at her pussy while Brodie had been inside her, the intent expression on his face had made her breathless. And when they’d both touched her breast at the same time, she’d felt greedy for more.

  Brodie alone had been incredible, but the forbidden allure of having two men touch her at the same time was fast becoming irresistible. Could she actually be contemplating allowing the newcomer to not only touch her, but to take her as well? Something she wouldn’t even have considered only an hour ago was easily becoming the most tantalizing thought imaginable.

  How would it work? What would it feel like? Would she survive such a thing and would they still want her after they’d gotten a taste of her?

  All questions she would soon know the answer to, if she let this continue.

  When her hands were secure, they shocked her by moving to her feet. One on each side. Spreading her legs and tying her ankles to the rail at the bottom of the wide bed. There was quite a bit of give in the long bandages they’d used to tie her, so she could move a little. She could bend her elbows and, more importantly, her knees. She imagined all sorts of scenarios that required bent knees and just the carnal thoughts in her mind made her temperature rise higher.

  When she was spread-eagled before them, Brodie sat naked on one side of her, Geoff fully clothed on the other.

  Geoff held her gaze as he began to remove his leather jerkin. Lace by lace, she watched him untie the leather that protected him while in flight with his dragon partner.

  Geoff had blond hair and bright blue eyes. He was a perfect foil to Brodie’s brown-haired, brown-eyed handsomeness. Geoff was more rugged-looking, while Brodie was prettier, but both were built on the massive side, with bulging muscles and the scars of the warrior life. Geoff shrugged out of his leather jerkin and yanked the cloth tunic he wore under it over his head.

  She was a little breathless as she got her first look at his well-formed chest and arms. He had fewer scars than Brodie, but that was probably because, as Brodie had told her, he was younger. Of course, they both looked about the same age—slightly younger than her, even though they were older in years and mileage, if their scars were anything to go by.

  Geoff held her gaze as his fingers trailed down the skin of her abdomen and back up again to tease lightly around her breast, drawing circles. He then transferred his attention to what his hand was doing, observing her body as if he were looking at a sculpture or a piece of fine art. He played with her nipple until it stood upright, as if begging for his touch.

  “When you are tied up for our pleasure, you will address us as Sir. Is that clear?”

  His words took her by surprise, and she hesitated. Geoff pinched her nipple, making her squeak, though it didn’t hurt so much as shock her.

  “I said, is that clear?” he repeated, waiting for an answer, his fingers rolling her nipple, soothing and exciting all at once.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  He pinched her again. Harder this time.

  “Yes, what?”

  It took her a moment to focus as he returned to rolling her pointed nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Yes, Sir?”

  He let go and moved his hand back. “Very good. Kiss it better, Brodie. She seems to like your mouth on her tits.”

  Brodie moved into her line of vision and smiled at her before sucking her breast into his warm mouth. He used his tongue on her, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her throat.

  “Ah, yes, she does like you, Brodie.” Geoff’s voice claimed her attention, as did the hand that started a path from her navel down to the apex of her spread thighs. Geoff’s light touch circled around her clit, sliding through the fluid that came forth at his touch, and she saw the smile on his face, though he didn’t meet her gaze. He was staring intently downward and she realized he was studying her crotch.

  Her face flamed. Nobody had ever given her such an intent inspection in that area. It wasn’t seemly. Yet, it aroused her a great deal. More than she would have ever credited.

  Geoff moved downward while Brodie still applied himself to her breasts, and she felt Geoff’s hands gently bending her knees and separating her thighs as far as they would go. He had full access now and he wasn’t long in using it. Both of his hands went to her pussy, spreading the lips apart while his face drew close enough that she could feel the waft of his warm breath over her most sensitive skin.

  He kept her spread while one finger teased her clit and then, without warning, he let go and one long finger plunged into her channel, sliding right up into her core. Hard, fast and unexpected. Combined with the way Brodie was licking and sucking on her breasts, she felt sensation wash over her in a wave of completion. A small completion, now that she knew what Brodie could bring her if he really tried, but completion nonetheless.

  Geoff withdrew his finger and patted her curls.

  “Good girl,” he said softly, his face coming back into view.

  He still wore his leather pants, and the sight of him kneeling near her head brought her back to full arousal. To have two such handsome men focused solely on her body—on her pleasure—was a truly amazing thing.

  “Have you sucked Brodie’s cock yet?” he asked unexpectedly.

  “No…Sir.” She remembered his rules just in time.

  “No? I thought for certain he would have stuck it down your throat already.” The crude expression added something naughty, in a good way, to the proceedings, oddly enough.

  Brodie moved away from her breasts and sat at her side, reaching up to hold the fingers of one hand, as if reassuring her.

  “We haven’t had a lot of time toge
ther, Geoff.” Brodie’s voice sounded like a warning, and she knew he was looking out for her comfort.

  “No matter. It is easily rectified.” Geoff lowered his face so his lips rested next to Silla’s ear and he spoke in a low voice, his breath puffing against the shell of her ear with every word. “I know you do not know me yet, but if we are meant to be a family, we will learn each other in time. The question is, will you let me fuck you tonight? I allow you to decide, Lady Silla. Will you suck Brodie’s cock while I learn the heat of your core? Or will you suck me while Brodie reclaims what he has known once already? Or will I stand aside and allow Brodie to bring you to completion? Simply tell me what you desire and this you shall have.”

  Goddess, what temptation! Silla didn’t know where these desires were coming from and didn’t care to question. The touch of these two men had driven her to a place of desperation, a place of yearning, a place of need. She wanted it all. And even if it was just for tonight, she wanted them both. Let the morning take care of itself. Tonight she wanted the dream. The fantasy. The ecstasy.

  Geoff waited, his face very close to hers. He lifted slightly, his gaze meeting and holding hers.

  “What is it to be, milady?”

  For the first time, she saw the vulnerability in his eyes. She understood a little bit more about this strange knight and knew she could deny him nothing in this moment. Tomorrow might be another story, but for now, she was his. His and Brodie’s.

  “The first thing, Sir,” she found the nerve to answer in the barest whisper. She saw the fire leap in his eyes as her words found their mark.

  Geoff lowered his lips to hers in their first kiss. A gentle kiss of reverence. A tender salute that turned molten as his tongue met and dueled with hers. She didn’t know how long it lasted, but when he lifted his head, the room was spinning. She was dizzy with desire and drunk on him.

  “You will never regret this, my dear. I vow it.”

  Geoff moved up to kneel at her side, his fingers working on the fly of his leather pants. He pulled them down, freeing an impressive erection, holding her gaze all the while. She wanted to lick him, to learn his taste, but he moved away, down to where her thighs were still spread wide apart.

  She was surprised when his hands sought the ties that held her ankles, freeing her. Brodie freed her wrists as well and together they coaxed her to turn over onto her hands and knees.

  The new position brought her head in alignment with Brodie’s straining cock and suddenly, she wanted to learn its texture and taste against her tongue. She didn’t give him warning, simply licking her way up his cock while he was distracted watching Geoff prepare her.

  Geoff’s hands spread her thighs and his fingers speared into her, drawing out her moisture while she sucked Brodie’s cock deep into her mouth. He tasted salty and divine, while Geoff kept her off balance with the thrust of his fingers. They left and were soon replaced by his cock.

  He slid in slowly, the curve of his long hardness making the feel of him somewhat different from Brodie. He pushed in and she realized his rhythm against her backside drove her deeper onto Brodie in front.

  She liked it. The rhythm he set up pleased them all and before long they were grunting, groaning and straining against each other in an ever-increasing pace. When Geoff slapped her ass, she squeaked in surprise. It felt oddly good as she clenched on him, and he did it again, eliciting the same response. She couldn’t take much of such treatment. It was too exciting. Too different and foreign to anything she’d experienced before.

  She came in a rush and would have screamed if not for the cock in her mouth. Brodie came a moment later, pulling out of her mouth to shoot his come over her hanging breasts. She rose up slightly and pressed her breasts against him, prolonging the moment for them both. Geoff was still pumping within her when Brodie drew away, collapsing against the headboard, watching them.

  Geoff’s arms snaked around her and cupped her breasts, sliding in the come left there by Brodie, rubbing repeatedly over her nipples in a way that made her want to scream. Her climax extended, becoming two and then three orgasms while he continued to pound into her from behind.

  When he tensed and squeezed her nipples hardest of all, she exploded one last time and felt the warmth of his come inside her, sliding, slipping and dripping as he continued to pulse in and out of her core. She did scream then, an incoherent sound of the most amazing pleasure she’d ever known. Made all the more alluring by the heated brown gaze of Brodie, watching them.

  Dammit. Maybe she really was an exhibitionist after all.

  Chapter Seven

  They fucked all night long, singly and in triad, and finally found sleep a few hours before dawn. Silla woke as the first beams of light came in through the window, knowing she had to see to her patient. She slid out of the bed as quietly as possible. The knights had taken up positions on either side of her and did not stir as she dressed and slipped out into the early morning light.

  She found two dragons where there had been only one the night before. They lay very close, their necks entwined. She paused to watch them for a moment. They looked so happy…

  She saw now, in the morning light, that Phelan was a metallic bronze in color, while the female who lay close to him was so deep a blue, she was almost purple. Their colors were complementary and the shine of their scales was something she had not expected. Instead of leathery, they looked almost like polished metal. Yet they were supple and able to bend in ways she had not expected of creatures so large.

  “Good morrow, Lady Silla,” came the rumbly voice she’d heard last night inside her mind. Phelan was speaking to her, and she finally noticed his eyes blinking open.

  “Good morrow, Sir Phelan. How do you feel today?” she asked aloud, not sure how to—or even if she could—reply the same way.

  “I am well and happy. My mate is here and our knights report that we may soon be together again.” The other dragon stirred and opened her eyes. They unwound their long necks and both giant heads rose a few feet in the air to stare down at her.

  As they moved, she noted the almost iridescent sheen of their scales as the light played off them. The dragon, who had been impressive in the lantern lit night, was almost overwhelming in the light of day. She wondered how magnificent he would appear when the sun’s rays grew stronger and kissed his living armor.

  “May I approach? Sir Brodie and I prepared more burnjelly last night that will make you more comfortable this morning, I believe.” She held the bowls in her hands aloft for the dragon to see.

  “Thank you for your care of my mate,” came another voice in her mind. This one was somehow softer, though no less immense. It was the female dragon, speaking directly to her for the first time. “I am Qwila.”

  “I am Silla,” she replied, cracking an involuntary smile when she realized their names rhymed. She saw the dragons chuckle as tendrils of cinnamon-scented smoke rose into the early morning air.

  “It was my honor,” she went on. “I am a journeyman healer of the High Temple of Our Lady of Light. Though I have never treated a dragon before, I am sworn to provide care to all of Her creatures, human and otherwise.”

  “We know of your Order,” Phelan answered. “Osric is a part of our extended family through Brodie. Osric would have made an excellent knight, if not for his penchant to heal things rather than demolish them.”

  Again came the little spirals of smoke that indicated dragonish amusement. Silla found herself smiling as well. Phelan had summed up Osric’s nature perfectly. A gentler man she had never met. It would be impossible for him to wield a sword, even in defense of innocents. He was a pacifist through and through.

  “Your skills will be an excellent addition to our new Lair. We have no healer yet and would be hard pressed to find one of your skill willing to live and work with our kind,” Qwila added. “Believe it or not, many people are afraid of us.” Her tone indicated wry humor that Silla appreciated. Dragons really weren’t scary at all, once you were able to speak to
them a bit.

  But Qwila was talking as if Silla’s joining their little group was already set in stone. Silla still had doubts.

  “May I?” she reminded the dragons, proffering the burnjelly bowls again.

  “Yes, please,” Phelan answered in her mind. He moved his wing slightly, so she could get as close as possible to the worst of his wounds. Qwila helped, using her own wing to prop his up and take some of the weight off the joint that had been damaged.

  Phelan lowered his head to the ground, resting it on his forearms and closing his eyes. Qwila’s head rose over Silla’s, watching intently as she examined the wound.

  “This has done better than I expected,” Silla reported as she inspected the deep red gash that had begun to heal at record pace. “If it is not too painful for you, I will apply the burnjelly directly. It should make you feel much more comfortable as soon as it begins to absorb.”

  “Thank you, healer. I will let you know if I cannot bear the agony.” Phelan’s voice held a teasing note, and she realized she was treating him as she would her human patients. Undoubtedly the dragon’s tolerances were quite different indeed.

  “Forgive me, Sir Phelan. I see I have much to learn about your kind.” She saw the amused smoke rising from his nostrils a few yards away and was amazed again at his sense of humor.

  “Not to worry,” Qwila’s voice rumbled through her mind. “You will have many decades to perfect your knowledge of how to treat our kind once you formally join your life to our knights, and by their connection, to us.”

  Silla’s hands paused, then continued in their work. Phelan’s wound required all the burnjelly they’d prepared and probably could have taken more, but she’d have to raid more of her plants in order to get it.

  “I’m still not sure about all of this.” She decided to be candid with the dragons, since they seemed to be under the impression she really was going to marry their knights. “I dare not believe it’s real.”