Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Ardon captured her hands and guided them down his torso. Touch me, Little One.
Curling her fingers around his shaft, Skye pulled from root to tip. Show me what you like, she requested, and that hand wrapped around hers to tighten her grip and hasten the speed. The groan that followed made her repeat the action, loving that she could bring him pleasure.
You feel so good, mate. I could get lost inside you, rumbled into her brain from Oldrik. A hint of his pleasure leaked through their connection, making Skye want more. We’ll explore that later, Precious Mate.
Skye nodded and focused on all the delights buffeting her. Each caress from her shifter mates pushed her desire higher as Oldrik thrust inside her and she teased Ardon with her fingers. Never having a hint that this level of physical and emotional connection was possible, she poured herself in the sensualism of three bodies moving together. A second orgasm followed quickly, and Skye lost track of the pleasure they created together. Their motions quickened.
A pulse of the cock in her caressing hands preceded the feel of Ardon’s seed coating her abdomen and thighs. Skye opened her eyes to find Ardon staring intently at her as pleasure contorted his face. She kissed him hard as she guided his hand over her, rubbing his essence into her skin.
Mate! Ardon sent her overwhelming, possessive thoughts that launched her climax in response.
The roar behind her vibrated the bed underneath them. A tinkle of glass sounded nearby, but Skye didn’t pay any attention as Oldrik plunged deep inside her before bathing her channel with his orgasm. Oldrik held her tight as if he were concerned she would escape.
I’m not going anywhere, she assured him as she turned her head to offer him her lips. His hard kiss was followed by Ardon’s.
Snuggling between the hard bodies that bracketed her, Skye understood her fascination with dragons fully for the first time. Her fingers itched for a pencil and paper. A sharp slap on her bottom jolted that idea out of her mind.
Art later, mate. Sleep now.
Heeding the warning, she laid her head on Ardon’s broad shoulder and followed Oldrik’s command.
Chapter 5
I can’t believe you had Tierney bring food up here as well as a broom to clean up the glass from the picture we shook off the wall. Skye laughed before popping a piece of cheese into her mouth. She was so hungry that she’d risk being embarrassed the next time she ran into the….
What is Tierney’s title, anyway? Butler?
“He would be glad to have you call him that, Skye. I refer to him as the household manager. His duties have changed tremendously since the change,” Oldrik shared.
Household manager. That makes sense. Skye popped a carrot stick in her mouth and crunched as she picked up a sandwich to eat next. Everything was so delicious.
“Slow down, Blueberry. I don’t want you to choke,” Oldrik admonished her.
Skye shrugged and took a large bite. She hummed her delight at the tasty food after days of traveling and existing on whatever packaged junk they could find. The freshly baked bread became gummy as she swallowed, and it stuck in her throat. She reached for her glass of water and spilled it as she panicked. Skye looked around wildly as she grabbed her neck.
Oldrik scooped her up in his arms and quickly performed the Heimlich maneuver. On his third compression, the lump popped from her mouth onto the bedspread. Skye sucked in oxygen as she sagged against him with Ardon standing vigil next to them. The tension in all of them slowly ebbed away.
“You’re okay, Blueberry. Just relax and catch your breath,” Oldrik told her and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Ardon, sit down. Encourage Skye to breathe slowly to recover before we help her finish her meal.”
“Never eating again,” she declared, speaking aloud for the first time in hours. Her voice sounded harsher than ever before.
“You will nourish your body. Just in smaller bites and slower. We won’t lose you, My Treasure,” Ardon assured her. “Thank you, Oldrik.”
“Our mate,” Oldrik responded.
When the two shifters exchanged looks, Skye suspected the scary incident had bonded them together. She permitted Oldrik to place her on Ardon’s lap after he leaned back on the headboard. Curling on his chest, she listened to his strong heartbeat. This could have all evaporated. They were the first guys who’d ever seemed to understand and appreciate her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I am too,” Oldrik told her as he quickly cleaned up the mess and righted any dishes that had fallen over in the chaos. “You will let us help you.”
She nodded, still shaken up.
“Here, Skye. Take a sip.” Ardon held a cup to her lips. When she reached for it, he withdrew it. “We will help you, remember?”
This time, she allowed him to control the cup, giving her small drinks as Oldrik joined them on the bed. The liquid soothed her throat and calmed her down even more.