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)
A deep, needy moan fell from her lips. Her shifters demanded her complete attention, keeping her in the here and now. Oldrik’s fingers slid from her soaked passage. Soon, the tip of his shaft pressed against her tight entrance. Her mates worked together seamlessly to lower her down, stretching and filling her until she couldn’t take any more. Then they proved her wrong.
When her body rested fully on them, Skye panted. Her Daddies paused, allowing her to adjust to their possession. Their hands stroked over her, caressing her as if she were their most precious collectible.
Dragons are greedy, My Treasure. They also worship their valuables with an unrivaled love, Ardon reminded her.
You are the shining star of our acquisitions, Oldrik praised her. Let us show you how much we hunger for you.
Her mates moved. Skye’s mind spun with the deliciousness of their lovemaking. They owned her. Opening their minds to one another, she experienced everything they felt combined with the sensations happening inside her. She screamed with pleasure, hearing those notes reverberate and repeat as Oldrik and Ardon pushed her into so many climaxes she couldn’t keep track.
When she drooped over Ardon’s form, completely drained by bliss, her mates quickened their strokes to find their own release. Those last bursts of euphoria exploding in her mind overwhelmed Skye. She tumbled into darkness, confident that she was safe.
Chapter 20
Over the next few weeks, the trauma of her abduction waned in Skye’s mind. She gradually slept through the night without nightmares. Her mates guarded her closely as the other dragons investigated.
Skye overheard they’d destroyed key ingredients required for concocting the vicious poison. It reassured her to think that possibly that would be the last attack. It also helped that her mates kept her busy with a variety of activities.
“Are you ready to go to the grape harvest, Skye?” Ardon asked that morning in their living room at the mansion. “Your parents and your aunt will be there along with many Wyverns.”
Her mates had taken her to visit her family from time to time. Skye enjoyed seeing them—especially for a short chat.
She wrinkled her nose when Oldrik picked up one of her feet to examine it. “What?”
“How purple do you think your toes will be by the end of the day?” he asked.
It’s a joke, right? We’re not really going to stomp grapes?
“Of course. How else will Khadar use the bountiful supply of ripe fruit? I’m eager to try the wine this crop produces,” Ardon said.
But, I mean, Khadar doesn’t expect us to actually crush them with our bare feet, right?
“I guess we could shift and trample them in dragon form,” Oldrik suggested, planting a visual picture in Skye’s mind that made her giggle.
“Does Khadar have a big tub big enough for your scaly butt to get into?” Ardon asked, intensifying Skye’s merriment to include a few snorts as she tried to breathe through her laughter.
“You have broken our mate, Ardon,” Oldrik said and added in a mock, offended tone, “And may I remind you that your butt as well as the rest of your dragon form is scaly?”
Skye stopped trying to contain her laughter. She slid from the sofa onto the floor and rolled around. Scaly butt!
“Completely wrecked,” Oldrik said sadly before tickling the sole of the foot he still held in his hand.
Nooo!
Oldrik released her heel, allowing her to press it safely to the carpet. “I blame you completely,” he told Ardon.
Stop! I can’t breathe!
Oldrik waved a theatrical hand of proof toward their amused mate. “There’s no other option. We’ll need to take her to the other mates to recover. So, what do you prefer? Lilac or violet?”
“Violet, of course. Think how yummy her toes will taste,” Ardon pointed out, reaching down to scoop her up into his powerful arms.
You can’t eat my toes!
“Just nibbles. They’ll be fine,” Oldrik assured her as he stood to follow Ardon from the living room. “I think that purple princess dress is perfect for grape stomping, don’t you?”
“The best choice in her dress-up closet. We should braid her hair,” Ardon declared.
Skye still chuckled a bit when they finished preparing her for the fun. It was Oldrik’s turn to carry her on his back. She’d made a point to pat his powerful hindquarters before scrambling into place. Scaly butt, indeed.
When they arrived, it appeared her mates had not exaggerated. Practically all of Wyvern had come to help with the harvest. Skye heard her name and saw cherished faces waving to greet her. Eager to see her friends, she ran across the lawn. Ardon and Oldrik followed at a more regal pace.
The other mates greeted her with enthusiastic hugs. Somehow, Skye had become accustomed to their physical touches—even welcomed them. These were her people. The embraces didn’t feel uncomfortable like others she’d shied away from in the past.