Page 106 of Full Moon
Chapter 46
Feray
Mornings are the worst.
I'm wrapped in the comforting heat of my mates' bodies, the kind of warmth that makes getting up seem impossible. Diaval and Torben have me trapped in the perfect cocoon—Torben's arms snug around my waist, my head resting on Diaval's arm—and a mischievous idea forms in my sleep-addled mind.
The temptation to stir things up is too good to pass up.
I let out a low, needy whine and nuzzle into Diaval's chest. He responds immediately, pulling me closer and pressing me tighter against Torben. The closeness makes me feel protected, cherished.
I whine again, a bit louder this time.
Torben's hands slide down to my hips, his touch firm as he pulls me flush against him. The way he holds me sends a thrill through my body, waking up parts of me I should probably let rest a little longer.
Diaval rumbles approvingly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he reaches up to capture my lips in a kiss. I sigh into him, feeling delicious tension building as Torben's hands begin to explore—slow and deliberate over my curves.
Just as the moment intensifies, Easton's head pops up from the other side of Diaval. His eyes widen, discomfort written all over his face. He's never been comfortable when the larger predators start to play, especially when things get intimate. Without a word, he slips out of bed with that classic Easton efficiency, and I can't help but chuckle inwardly.
He'll be back when it's safe.
My hands find their way to Diaval's chest, fingers expertly working the buttons of his henley. I savor each one that comes undone, anticipation thickening in the air. But the moment Diaval tries to pull me closer, Torben lets out a growl—low and possessive. The sound wakes him fully, and I feel his grip tighten on my hips.
My heart races as I realize I've sparked something between them, something that promises to turn this lazy morning into anything but. Torben and Diaval lock eyes, and my heart kicks into overdrive. This could either be a disaster or the most unforgettable morning of my life. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife.
Before anything can escalate, Khal's sleepy voice breaks the silence. "Five more minutes..."
A giggle bubbles up from my chest. "Five more minutes and I'll be naked and strung out between Diaval and Torben." Torben takes that as his cue, pulling my shirt over my head in one swift motion. Diaval, not to be outdone, practically rips my sleepshorts from my legs, his brutal efficiency making my breath hitch.
From the corner of my eye, I see Khal stir, his eyes slitting into serpentine slashes as he blinks sleep away. He stares for a heartbeat before scrambling up and darting toward the bags, returning with lube and wipes in hand, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "You guys are unbelievable," I murmur, shaking my head at their antics.
I shift, ready to slip away, but Diaval isn't having it. He grabs me and rolls onto his back, pulling me with him until I'm trapped against his chest, his hold unyielding yet gentle.
"We've discussed this at length and decided you've been a very naughty little wolf," Torben says, his voice dropping to that pitch that turns my core to molten heat. A shiver races down my spine. Usually it's Diaval and Khal who are most in sync, but with Torben added into the mix, the possibilities are dizzying.
Khal's tongue flicks out, his pupils blown wide. Diaval catches the movement and responds by flicking his own tongue out in front of me—longer and thicker, the forks at the end scissoring in a way that pulls a moan from deep within my chest. "Holy shit..." I never realized how much thicker his tongue was than Khal's. If this is how I'm meant to die, so be it.
Diaval's smirk undoes me, the way his lips curl and his eyes darken as he glances at Torben. "Mind grabbing our girl's wrists and hauling her up and over my face? Hold her suspended there. I want to see how long I can edge her before she can't take anymore."
His words send a shiver down my spine. I know what's coming, and it scares me just as much as it excites me. Torben's stronghands wrap around my wrists, and I don't resist as he drags me up Diaval's toned body. There's a low growl of approval in his throat, a possessiveness that makes me melt even as I'm lifted and positioned exactly where Diaval wants me. I glance down at him, the hunger in his gaze making my pulse race. He's positioned himself with his knees touching mine, facing me with his head against the wall at the head of our makeshift bed.
"Khal?" Diaval's voice is deceptively casual, but there's an edge to it.
"Yeah?"
"I love those beautiful piercings of hers. Why don't you play with those and stop when she gets close?" The way they look at each other, almost sinister, makes my stomach flip. Apparently, it's the quiet ones you have to worry about.
As Khal reaches out, his fingers grazing my skin with feather-light touches that leave trails of fire in their wake, I tremble with anticipation. Every nerve ending in my body is alive, singing with need. I'm caught between fear and desire, knowing they'll push me to my limits—and maybe beyond.
Diaval's slitted eyes pulse with ancient gold for a moment, and I feel his dragon's presence more than the man—something primal and possessive rising to the surface, watching me with a hunger that makes my thighs clench.Oh shit. His dragon is in the driver's seat.
With a sudden thrust that makes me gasp, his tongue shoots up into me as he hums, the vibration resonating through my most sensitive flesh. That impossibly long, muscled length slips and slides inside me, the forked tips flicking against spots I didn't even know existed. The sensation is unlike anything human—wet heat and precise pressure that makes my vision blur at the edges.
The way Torben is holding me, suspended above Diaval's face with my wrists locked in his iron grip, I can't move. I can't grind down for the friction I desperately need. I'm completely at their mercy, and the helplessness only makes the pleasure sharper.
Torben laughs, a low rumble of satisfaction, watching me squirm and writhe as Diaval's tongue does things that should be illegal. Then Diaval suddenly stops, withdrawing that wicked tongue, and I nearly sob at the loss.
Khal moves in before I can protest, sliding in behind me with predatory grace, his knees settling on either side of Diaval's ribs. The tips of Khal's fingers graze my nipples—just barely, just enough to make me arch into the touch—as he slides his cock to rest between my ass cheeks. The heat of him pressing against me, the promise of what's to come, makes my breath catch.
