Dragons at Midnight (4 page)

“Damn you, get back here and eat me!” she demanded. Pain lanced her arms, shook through her body as she called on her tiger to help her break free of the handcuffs.

“Tut, tut.” Brent grabbed her arms. “No shifting, not unless you can help it.

She growled at him. “I’ll shift if I want to, and damn you, you’ll eat me.” Louisa hooked her leg over his shoulder and tried to draw him toward her pussy.

He chuckled. “Demanding minx, or should I say tigress. Not yet. You still have to give me your safe word.” Brent blew out a breath and shifted his body. “Now tell us what it is and I’ll reward you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “So that’s it? Be a good girl and I get a reward? And what about you? If you’re a good boy do you get a reward too?”

He laughed again. “I suppose so. What do you say?”

She thought about it. “I’ll think about it.”

Brent brushed his lips against hers. “I’ll be a good boy, a very good boy,” he purred. “I’ll be so good you’ll scream my name.”

She shivered as anticipation beat through her veins. She wanted what he promised. “Promise?” She licked her lips.

“I don’t break my promises.” He gave her a quick kiss before he rose to his full height. “Think about your safe word. We can’t start without it.”

He moved away, leaving her frustrated. Tor came toward her, amusement showing on his face. “Looks like Brent couldn’t wait. Perhaps I should finish what he started.”

Tor crouched down and began to unbutton her shirt. The movement was slow, each button seeming to take forever. She pulled at her restraints, trying to find a way out of them. It was no use. Louisa wanted to speed things up and shrug out of her shirt. She pushed her chest out, hoping he would cup her breasts and give her some relief. He didn’t take the bait, undoing her top until the last button was open and spreading her shirt wide. His heated gazed burnished her skin, ownership clear in his look. “You’re so beautiful.”

He reached out and cupped her breasts through the cotton of her bra. She moaned as pleasure rippled through her body. The heat of his hands permeated the thin fabric. Her nipples tightened, sending bolts of electricity straight to her clit. She squirmed in her chair and groaned as he squeezed and kneaded the mounds. He pinched the hardened peaks, rolling them through the cotton.

“Undo my bra, suck on my nipples, please,” she begged.

He removed his hands and stood up. “Not yet. You still haven’t given us a safety word.”

That damn word again. She growled, wanting to throw caution to the wind and tell them to just get on with it, no word needed. She appreciated their concern, but she doubted they could do anything to really hurt her. For a second she considered telling them this, but instead she decided to at least give it some thought for their sakes. “Fine. I choose beeswax.”

The confusion on Tor’s face made her laugh. It was adorable. “Beeswax,” he repeated.

“I love candles. I even make some in my spare time when I get the bug to experiment with scents and colors and such.” No one other than the few friends she had knew that. It was a safe topic, neutral, and wouldn’t hurt her if things blew up.

“Ah, I’d love to learn.” Tor’s smile made her stomach flutter and her heart beat a little faster. It was an earnest statement, one that said he truly did want to learn. “And once I do learn, I can use it on you.”

The last sentence was said quietly, as if he was testing her to see how she would react.

She thought about it. Louisa had read about wax play, and was intrigued by it—the danger and the heat. “We’ll see.” She decided not to commit to it too fast without seeing where things went first.

Tor nodded. “I’ll take that.”

She looked around. It seemed as if they had laid out everything they would use for tonight. The only thing missing was Fletcher. For a moment worry shivered through her. What if something went wrong while dropping off Whisper? What could be keeping him? She opened her mouth to ask Tor to call Fletch and check in on him but she didn’t have to.

The swinging doors opened and Fletch walked in with more bags. He proceeded to take out candles, oil, and a stack of towels. “Whisper is fine. She trapped me into petting her for longer than I wanted to stay. I gave her treats, and she kept brushing up against me. I couldn’t leave until I gave her enough petting that she fell asleep on my lap. I had to be careful and put her in her bed and creep out, but she’s happy. Then I stopped off to get more stuff, just in case.”

She glanced at Tor when she saw the candles. “Those are for lighting, not for wax play,” he told her, “unless you give us permission for that. Don’t worry about it. Concentrate on what’s to come.”

He moved away from her, leaving her alone to think about what they had planned for her. It looked almost like they’d cleaned out an adult store, minus the costumes. Her pussy fluttered at the idea of them dressing up in various costumes and acting out role-play. She shook her head. She doubted they’d have enough time to use everything they’d brought. She marveled at how much thought they’d given to the toys alone. Her gaze roamed over the lines of tubes and bottles. They must have been really horny, she mused.

The men stopped setting things up and turned to her as one, Tor in front, Brent flanking him on the right, and Fletch on his left. “Now that we have the safety word, we can begin.”

Fletch left the group, and the lights around them dimmed. Brent moved around the room with candles, placing them on tables and lighting them until a golden glow was all that illuminated the room. Tor stared at her, holding her gaze. She was mesmerized by him. Restrained power, confidence, control, and sexual energy rolled off him in waves. Her heart thudded against her ribcage as her stomach muscles clenched. Her pussy contracted and relaxed in anticipation, and her panties dampened.

“Well, now, they’ll be back soon. I think I should get things started.” Tor advanced toward her, dropped to his knees, and spread her legs wide. He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. She watched with rapt attention as he placed a kiss on the side of her knee. With slow ministrations, he blazed a path up her inner thigh toward her aching center. She groaned and tried to move toward his mouth.

He took his time, much to her annoyance. Her body felt as if it was on fire. Her cunt fluttered as her anticipation grew. His hands moved up and down her outer thighs as he moved closer to the point of her need.

“Tor,” she groaned as she tried to push her hips forward. Being handcuffed minimized her movements, leaving her with a vague sense of claustrophobia. Her inner tigress hated being cuffed and yet refused to lend her strength to free her. She couldn’t understand why, but she didn’t want probe too deeply. The only thing she could do was focus on what Tor was doing to her. Her breasts ached for stimulation, and her skin burned with the need for touch.

Her manacles loosened, her wrists suddenly free. Brent and Fletch appeared on either side of her. Fletch began kissing her shoulder while Brent took one breast in his palm and massaged it while peppering her neck with small nips. She moaned and threaded her hands into their hair, urging them closer.

Tor ghosted his lips along her inner thigh before lapping up one side of her slit and down the other. Pleasure doubled within her. The men kissed, sucked and nipped at her flesh, teasing her sex and breasts. The moved away at once and picked her up, laying her down on a towel-covered table before Brent cuffed her wrists again. Fletch held her arms overhead as she was stretched out on the tabletop like an offering to the men.

Tor pushed open her legs and climbed up onto the table and kissed his way up her body. She groaned and tried to maneuver toward him. Brent and Fletch held her down by her shoulders. She let out a sound of frustration. “Please,” she begged. Brent and Fletch answered her plea with kisses on her shoulders, moving in unison down her arms and sides before kissing their way up her stomach. They sucked and nipped her flesh. Waves of pain and pleasure merged into a single, blinding shard as Tor ate at her pussy with delicate bites and laps.

Pressure built within her as her heart thundered in her head. Her body wasn’t her own as she became overwhelmed by sensation. The men covered her body with their mouths and hands. Fire consumed her as her inner feline clawed and screamed within, demanding to be fucked, sated. Her hands fisted in their hair. Silken strands slipped between her fingers, and she gripped tight. Tor flicked her clit, teasing the aching bundle of nerves with quick touches and slow pulls of his lips. She moaned as her orgasm built, the pressure increasing with each tug of Brent’s and Fletch’s mouths on her breasts and Tor’s nips. They took their time teasing and taunting her. Her moans pierced the air as she drew closer to the cliff.

“Gods, yes, please, more,” she groaned as she rocked her hips against Tor’s mouth. He gripped her legs, holding her to the table as Brent and Fletcher moved away from her breasts. She mourned the loss. “Where…”

Brent covered her lips with his before replying, “Shh, it’s okay. We’ll be back.”

Tor continued to eat her out, licking up and down her slit, pausing to circle and tease her dripping entrance before dipping inside to give her just a bit before returning to her clit. Her vaginal walls clenched as moisture coated her thighs and his lips. Tor moved away from her pussy, leaving her hanging on the edge of coming with no stimulation to help her along. She growled. “Get back here.”

“We’re not done with you.” Tor moved up her body and placed a kiss on her lips before pulling away.

Fletch returned and lifted her hips while Brent slid a pillow under her. Brent spread her legs wide and tied them to chairs. He held up a cell phone and a small cup of ice. With a wicked grin he turned on the phone. The electronic device began to vibrate. “Now, whatever you do, don’t come. No matter what we do to you or how close you are. And if you do, you get punished.” His smiled widened, and she swore his canines had gotten longer and sharper. A shiver of fear and need traced its way down her spine.

She wasn’t sure she could do that. Louisa wasn’t the type of person to hold back when it came to sex. It was either be uninhibited or stop everything. She wasn’t sure she could do that. She’d read about delayed gratification but to actually do it? She bit her lip. “I can try.”

Fletch nodded. “That’s all we ask. Either way, you’ll feel good, but this time you have to hold back.”

She nodded and closed her eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes, sweetness. Watch as we pleasure you.” This came from Tor, who’d returned holding a silver bullet. If Brent’s smiled had been wicked, Tor’s look was downright evil. He held up the small device and then handed out three controllers.

Oh, goddess. All of them would have control over the vibrator. She bit her lip, not sure whether to be scared or feel as if she was going to die of pleasure. Licking her lips, she put on a bravado she didn’t feel. “Bring it on,” she spat out.

Tor smiled. “Remember, don’t come.”

“I can do that.” She tossed her head and kept her eyes on him. Easier said than done, she told herself. Her inner tigress wasn’t so sure she could hold out.

Chapter Three

Tor watched his tigress as she dared him to make her come. He couldn’t feel prouder or any more aroused. He spread her slick folds and slipped the silver bullet into her tight, dripping sheath. He could feel her inner muscles clenching, trying to grasp at his fingers and hold him there. His cock jerked as yearning hit him in the stomach. He wanted to sink into her wet heat, fuck her long and slow, make her scream with pleasure. Instead he stuck to the plan despite his dragon trying to claw at his stomach and get out any way it could. He ignored the pain and focused on giving Louisa pleasure. With a nod, Brent pressed the phone to her nipple while Fletcher sucked and nipped the other.

Tor turned the controls to low while he took a seat and drew the chair closer to the table. Inhaling deeply, he could smell her musky perfume. A fine sheen of sweat coated her body. Her breasts shook as she struggled underneath their ministrations. Tor buried his head between her thighs, gorging himself on her feminine cream as she cried out. He didn’t hold back his hunger. His tongue dragged along her slit, teasing her, from clit to anus and back up again. With each action he gauged her reaction to see what she did and didn’t like. So far she was responsive to it all, much to his relief.

He paused to dip his fingers into her cunt and scoop out some of her cream, spread it over his palm and spit into it before undoing his fly and slipping his hand into his jeans. He took out his cock and began to stroke it as he went back to work on her. He matched the pace of his hand with the speed of his tongue, taking his time with each task, pleasuring both of them until he thought he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.

He gave his cock a squeeze just below the flared head and took a moment before continuing to stroke himself off. The scent of feline musk, arousal, and dragon heat swirled around him, intoxicating him. Fire twined down his spine and swirled around his balls. Each tug pushed him closer to his own climax. He increased the speed of the vibrator, feeling the shaking against his mouth. She moaned and cried out his name, along with Brent’s and Fletch’s. His dragon roared in approval.

And yet something was missing. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but something was needed here. Tor ignored the feeling and focused on what he was doing to her.

“Please, Tor, Brent, Fletch, goddess, please let me come.” Louisa struggled underneath him. He slowed down the speed of the vibrator and stopped teasing her clit but didn’t remove his hand from his dick. He looked up her body into her eyes. They were as dark as midnight, tears leaking from the corners. She licked her lips. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, let me come,” she begged.

He chuckled. Brent and Fletch looked to him for instruction. “No. You come, we stop.”

She let out a shout followed by a loud growl. Her eyes flashed from green to gold to brown. “Damn you. You’ll pay for this. Just wait until it’s my turn,” she swore.

Tor grinned. He gave her wet slit a slow lick. “Oh, I can’t wait to see what you come up with,” he murmured against her pussy before turning up the speed. She screamed and groaned, her hips rocking against his mouth as he resumed sucking and nipping her clit. Brent continued with the phone while Fletch took her lips in a passionate kiss, drowning out her cries and pleas.

Despite his confidence Tor wasn’t sure he would last either. He’d waited so long for this, and now that he had it, Tor was afraid he wouldn’t last. His hand worked over his shaft with long, sure strokes. He wished he was out of his jeans so he could tease his balls as well. The pressure within him built. His stomach muscles quivered with effort as he found himself dancing on a knife’s edge. Unable to hold back, he growled out a command. “Louisa, come now!”

Tor lifted his hips, shoved down his pants until his cock and balls were fully freed. He stroked his shaft from root to tip while rolling his balls, driving himself closer and closer until he fell over the edge. The pressure burst in a flood of fire that swept through his body. He called her name as he came, jets of cum shooting into the air and coating his hand, thighs, and balls. Two howls joined his as Brent and Fletch found their own climax. Above it all came the scream of a tiger.

Louisa lay on the table, breasts heavy and beads of sweat running down her body. Tor couldn’t resist lapping up the juices that had dribbled from her body, lapping up her cream with long licks, dipping into her channel to scoop up more cream. He knew he would never get tired of this, of giving her pleasure with his mouth or tasting her feminine honey.

With a sigh, he laid his head on her thigh as his heart tried to pound its way out of his ribs. The echo of their heavy breathing was the only thing he could hear.

“Wow.” Louisa’s husky voice caused his cock to stir. He groaned, unable to believe his body wanted to go again. His dragon was quiet but not sated. A glance at Brent and Fletch told him they were in the same boat as he was. Both of them were panting and looking at Louisa with desire but also seemed tired.

“Okay, let’s take a break. Brent, get the food, Fletch the alcohol, and I’ll take care of Louisa.” Tor rose on shaky legs and went to the bag. He grabbed a few baby wipes that they’d gotten and cleaned up his hand, cock, stomach, and thighs, then went to go unlock Louisa and let her freshen up.

Louisa wasn’t sure her legs would hold her. Her body felt limp, with no energy or substance. Her tigress purred happily but was far from satisfied.

As Tor ran the baby wipes over her body, she thought she should be helping, grabbing a wipe and cleaning herself. Instead, all she could do was lie there and let him take care of her. A deep purr rumbled up from inside her, causing her body to shake a bit. It was as if she should be annoyed that someone else was taking care of her. Louisa had been on her own for quite some time and had gotten use to doing for herself. It also seemed she should feel some sort of reticence that a dragon was the one to help her freshen up. Instead, there was nothing but calm and weakness. She tried to move and got nothing.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you—just relax. Brent and Fletch are setting up the food.” Tor grinned at her. His black eyes burned with banked heat.

She could smell fruit and cream. Curious, she lifted her head and saw them putting out bowls of various fruit and a large container of cream. Her stomach rumbled, and she grinned. Her favorite treat besides hot chocolate.

“How did you know?” The words came out before she could stop them.

Tor grinned. “I noticed you sneaking the fruit and cream platters when the cook wasn’t looking. I knew you’d appreciate this if we brought it.” He scooped her up and carried her to a chair, setting her down with care.

She wasn’t sure what to say. It was flattering that Tor, who got a lot of attention from a lot of gorgeous women, would notice something as small as one of her favorite little treats during the day. Louisa wondered what else he’d noticed her doing.

She used the back of the chair to hold herself up. Her stomach grumbled as she took in the plate they’d created for her. There were kiwis, strawberries, grapes, blueberries, blackberries, and a large mound of whipped topping with a tall glass of champagne to wash it down.

She looked up to see what everyone else was having. Someone had heated up a few burgers and fries. Frowning, she wondered why she was getting the fruitarian plate. “Hey! How come I don’t get a burger and fries?”

Brent looked at her, mischief in his eyes as usual. “You have to earn the meat,” he teased.

Hands on her hips, she glared at him. “How?”

“Tell us about you,” Fletch responded before taking a pull on his beer.

“Ah, interrogation time. Okay, I’ll share if you share.” She picked up a strawberry, swirled it around in the cream and took a bite, savoring the juiciness of the fruit and the sweetness of the topping. With a sip of champagne, she settled into learning more about her seducers.

“When did you come to Shadowed Bay?” Fletch asked before taking a bite of his burger.

She took a moment to think about it, her mind still sluggish from her orgasm. “It was about three years ago, but I know I was here when the new mayor took over.”

Fletch laughed. The deep sound caught her off guard. She’d never heard him laugh before. It was a pleasant sound that made her smile. She loved it and wanted to hear more of it.

“Why are you laughing?” She wasn’t sure what was so funny.

“That was when Vicki won the vote. Everyone said she used witchcraft to get into office. Wouldn’t put it past the coven, what with their leader, Cyn. She’s a crafty one.” Fletch grinned.

“You’ve had experience with the magical set? I normally avoid their kind. I’ve heard far too many rumors to feel comfortable about them. Then there was that whole hunting my race for our pelts thing a few centuries ago.” She shivered as a chill raced down her spine. Goosebumps broke out over her arms, making her very aware that they were all nude. She wished she had a shirt or something cover up. It wasn’t due to modesty but due to remembering the tales of why little shiftlings needed to stay away from the magic kin, especially the witches who could seduce you.

“It’s different now. They’ve made a covenant with the shifter community. We’re friends,” Brent pointed out.

Louisa nodded. “I know that, but still, the stories don’t lie.” She didn’t want to sound like she was living in the past, but the shifter community and magical community hadn’t come together until recently. Things were still wait and see within some shifter communities.

“We can understand that. Although how you can interact with witches and wizards and still see them with fear puzzles me,” Tor said.

His words stung. She flinched. “I think of it as a job rather than trying to make friends.”

“I suppose that’s more your tiger nature than anything. But honey, you do have to open up. I’m more than willing to help.” Tor’s heated gaze told her he wasn’t just talking about making friends.

She shifted as fire pooled in her belly and arousal coiled through her body. Louisa took a swallow of champagne and giggled as the bubbles tickled her nose.

“I love that sound,” Tor murmured. A soft smile on his face made her heart contract.

“We should try and make you laugh more often.” Brent’s wicked grin made her think that later they’d try to find her ticklish spots.

“And now you can us a question,” Fletch said.

“Okay.” She took a moment to think. “When did you guys plan all this? You did a pretty good job.”

“Pretty good? That seems to be a challenge, Tor,” Brent teased.

She shook her head. “I didn’t mean that you did a bad job or it’s lacking something. The night is still young. I’m just saying this took a lot of time, effort, and thought. I’m impressed.”

Tor wiped his hands on a napkin. “No insult taken. Like I said, a week ago. We knew what we wanted and went for it.”

“But all the toys…” She gestured to the table.

All three sets of eyes darkened.

Louisa chuckled. “You guys are such horn dogs.”

Brent shrugged. “What can we say? We want to make sure you’re satisfied.”

“I’m sure I will be. The question is what will happen after all this is over? We do have to work together.” The question had occurred to her before. Mixing business with pleasure had never been her policy, but now that it’d happened she wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“We’ll take it as it comes,” Tor answered.

The looks Brent and Fletch gave each other made her think they were in it for the fun factor.

“Be honest with me, guys, who’s here just for the sex and to satisfy some fantasies? I won’t be mad, I promise.” She studied their faces. Tor’s hardened while Brent and Fletch looked relieved.

“I’m not ready for a relationship just yet,” Brent admitted.

“Neither am I. Not that you wouldn’t be perfect to settle down with.” Fletch gave her a winning smile.

She didn’t feel a single bit of disappointment. “That’s fine. Tor?”

“I have my own opinion on the matter but I won’t talk about it now.” His voice was hard, and his face was an unreadable mask that made her curious. She decided not to push.

“Okay, so what else do you want to know?” This was the first time she’d ever felt comfortable sharing things about herself.

“Why did you choose to work in a bar? Tigers normally pick solitary careers.” Brent finished off his burger and stood. For a moment she was distracted by his nudity. His cock stood up proudly, still erect and ready to go.

She swallowed as a flash of heat rolled over her. Her tigress took notice and began to purr loudly as her arousal awakened. “Um…” She licked her lips and tried to focus on the question.

Brent strode over to the kitchen in a slow walk that said he knew she was watching. His muscular buttocks moved up and down so provocatively that she wanted to take a bite out of one of them before giving it a swift smack. He threw a smile over his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen.

She cleared her throat to distract herself from thinking about his comments. Louisa focused on finishing off her fruit and cream and downed the rest of her champagne. Tor refilled her glass and reminded her of the question. “Why the bar?”

“Rune was recommended to me by a mutual friend who knew my position. I needed work, and he provided it for me.” She shrugged, unsure how much she should tell them about her past.

Tor nodded. “Okay, but a bar? Tigers don’t interact much with people, much less come into town unless they need something.”

“I was in a bind, and he wanted a new server. What can I say?” She decided not to say too much. No point putting them on alert.

Tor’s expression said he didn’t believe her, but much to her relief, he didn’t push. “Brent is warming up your burger, and after that we’ll get on to the next stage of your New Year’s celebration. What do you want to ask us?”

His penetrating gaze made her uncomfortable. It made her feel as if she were the one being interrogated rather than them. “Well, how did you all know that you wanted me and agree to seducing me? I’ve never heard of dragons sharing a woman before.”