Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Only if Amaru lets me suck his cock while you fuck me.” Luka made a show of licking his lips, and it was enough to make Amaru crack.
The mage released his dick and crawled frantically toward them. He threw himself at Luka. Rough, desperate kisses were pressed to Luka and then found their way to Vasily’s mouth. He groaned as Amaru’s tongue thrust into his mouth in a dirty, sloppy kiss that had him thrusting hard against Luka’s ass.
“Both. I want you both,” Amaru panted. “I want to be in the middle. I want to kiss and touch you both. Need everything. All of it. Now.”
“Done!” Vasily growled. He released Luka and the dragon tackled Amaru to the mattress with a bounce. They both giggled for a second before their mouths became otherwise occupied.
Vasily crawled into the bed on the other side of Amaru so he was sandwiched between them. He kissed and licked his way along his neck to his collarbone, tracing the swirling lines that covered so much of the sexy man. Most of his arms and shoulders were covered in either swirls or geometric patterns. What entranced Vasily the most was the one right above his naval. He definitely had questions to ask about what all the designs meant, but that could wait for later. Everything felt so right about this. The taste and feel of Amaru’s warm skin were like the mage was made specifically for him. And then when he lifted his eyes, his gaze was filled with the sexy sight of Amaru and Luka eating desperately at each other’s mouths.
His dragon purred and preened with such pride the creature was in danger of getting a different kind of swelled head. But all that mattered was his mates were happy.
“Shit!” Luka suddenly swore as his head popped up.
“What’s wrong?” Vasily demanded, tensing to jump into action.
“Lube?”
Vasily grinned. “Front pocket of my backpack.” Thank god he’d stopped in the camp long enough to grab his bag packed with the most basic of supplies.
And thank god lube counted as basic supplies.
“On it!” As Luka sprang from the bed and across the room to the bag Vasily had dropped near the door, Vasily rolled Amaru to face him, once again claiming that perfect mouth. Those talented hands ran over his body, fluttering here and there as if he wanted to touch everything he could, all at the same time.
Vasily slipped a hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Amaru’s cock, giving it a hard, slow stroke that made the man’s eyes roll back into his head. That certainly slowed him down. It was like finding a magic lever or button on his body.
“Vas!” he choked out.
Vasily’s fingers circled the base of Amaru’s cock and tightened, staving off any orgasms that might try to break free. “Slow down. We’re just getting you good and hard so you can fuck Luka. And the second you’re balls deep in his ass, I’m going to push inside of you. That what you want?”
Amaru frantically nodded, his mouth hanging open but no words coming out.
Vasily continued to slowly massage and stroke Amaru’s dick while claiming his mouth in a torrid, bone-melting kiss. He only broke it off when the mattress shifted under Luka’s weight.
His cocky dragon mate smirked as he dropped onto his back in the dead center of the bed and spread his legs wide, giving both of them an excellent view of all of his glorious body. Before Amaru could fall on him like a starving man before a feast, Vasily grabbed his left hand and dropped a large dollop of clear, viscous gel onto his fingers.
“Stretch Luka. Slowly.” Vasily lifted his gaze and smirked at the dragon who was now glaring daggers at him. “Do it slowly. That’s how he likes it. Slow.”
“Fuck you, Vasily! Don’t be mean! I—” Luka’s words dissolved into a fractured whimper. Amaru pressed a finger into his hole down to the second knuckle.
“Oh wow. He…he feels amazing. Tight. Hot and cold at the same time,” Amaru said breathlessly. “I thought…the inside of your bodies would be cool. The…ice…but…” Luka moaned again as Amaru added a second finger. Luka stretched his arms above his head, fingers tightening on the pillows. His abs clenched and tightened under silky skin as he lifted his hips, trying to take more of Amaru’s fingers.
Smiling to himself, Vasily squeezed one of Amaru’s ass cheeks, marveling at the perfect plumpness. It was begging to be bitten like a ripe peach. Later. Right now, Amaru’s little hole was calling to him. He circled it with one lube-slick finger before pressing just the tip inside.
He continued to tease the mage, working him so slowly, loving the way his body swallowed him up.
“Holy shit, Vas!” Amaru panted. “Not that slow!”
“You were asleep a long time. I have to prepare your body slowly,” Vasily countered, barely managing to bite back his smile as he continued his torture.