Page 53 of The Dragons’ Eternal Mate

A hungry growl rumbled through Orsen, and he wrapped his fingers around my hips, hauling me closer, right against his erection.

“Orsen! Y-you’re hurt,” I stammered, my face heating.

“Not that hurt.” He smirked, sweeping me up into his arms. “Nothing, and I repeat, nothing, is going to stop me from fucking my mate right now.”

Despite everything going on, everything that’d just happened, my pussy still clenched at his words.

“I think that goes for all of us.”

I looked around at the four mates who stood in my room, and the way they stared at me spoke more than words ever could. Every one of them was looking at me like I hung the moon…. Also like they desperately wanted to fuck me like the animals they were.

Well, okay, then.

Rowan

“Are you sure you want all of us?” Bastian asked, nipping at my neck. My four mates all had ravenous expressions, and I was the best damn meal of their lives.

My hand fisted in his hair, forcing him to look at me. He could have easily pulled away from my grasp, but judging by the way his eyes darkened and he pressed himself closer to me, he quite liked it.

“Fuck me,” I commanded.

The fucker had the nerve to chuckle. “All in good time.”

Orsen stepped in front of me, and I was pushed between the two dragons. He cupped my face with one hand, his eyes sparkling with wicked purpose.

Hands—I’m not sure whose—reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, leaving me in just my bra and jeans.

Naturally, Nix wanted to get me naked as fast as humanly possible.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Orsen muttered, pulling back to appreciate the view for a moment.

Bastian, still nipping at my neck and making me squirm, unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

There was a small voice in the back of my mind telling me I should have been anxious. I was in a room, half-naked, with four dragon shifters. Only… I wasn’t worried at all. I was hungry.

Bastian’s hands circled me, one going to my chest, cupping my breast, flicking the nipple lazily.

The other went lower. Expertly flicking my jeans open, he didn’t hesitate, slipping his fingers into my underwear.

“She’s fucking soaked,” Bastian growled, running his finger over my clit, making me twitch in his arms. “Her pussy is begging for attention.”

“Good. I want our girl needy and pleading for our cocks.” Orsen grinned, leaning down and taking the nipple Bastian wasn’t torturing into his mouth, lavishing it with attention.

Overwhelming sensations crashed through me. Between the lips on my neck, the attention on my nipples, and Bastian massaging my clit, I was lost. Trying to string together a thought was impossible.

I had the distinct impression that I was in for the ride of my life, and the only thing I could do was enjoy it.

Bastian’s fingers slid lower, making me tremble as he slowly filled me, taking his sweet time exploring my pussy with his fingers, growling in appreciation as he did so.

“I think our girl likes that.” Orsen watched my face intently, teeth still lightly holding my nipple, a smile on his face as I squirmed between the two of them.

“Do you like it when I fuck your pussy with my fingers, mate?” Bastian asked, his pace increasing, gliding repeatedly over my G-spot.

How was I supposed to communicate when I was so overwhelmed? All I could do was nod and let out a small, keening whine.

“Make her come, Bastian. She’s already close.”

“So responsive for us, our perfect mate,” he cooed, clamping his teeth down on the flesh beneath my ear.