Page 33 of Full Moon
Chapter 16
Feray
Every single inchof me feels as if it's on fire. My wolf keeps yelling at me.Hunt... Hunt... Hunt...The primal urge thrums in my veins, an insistent beat that never stops. Torben and Khal kept me in bed for the better half of twelve hours each for two days. They fucked like men possessed, taking turns over the first day trying to sate the flames that roared within me. The second day, they worked my body together, trying to wear me down.
For now, the fire burns, but not as brightly as before. They took the brunt of the heat on themselves, driving me to the edge and then shoving me over, tumbling into bliss repeatedly. Now, I crave my doctor's gentle touch, his cool fingers against my fevered skin. I know it's not safe for him and me right now.
Shifting, my wolf takes control, breaking my form, stretching, and covering me in a coat of winter white. The transformation is both agony and ecstasy. Looking down at my paws, I see ice coating the tips of my fur—a stark contrast to the heat I feel inside. Slowly, I move through the house, each step a struggle against the burning need within me. The scent of burning fillsmy nostrils. Easton, at his core, smells like fire eternal, a flame that would never extinguish as long as his heart and mine beat.
I catch sight of him standing by the window, watching the remnants of the storm blow tiny snowflakes past the glass. He is gentle and kind, his hands delicate and nimble. Being a doctor, those hands have worked miracles, mending the broken and healing the wounded. "I know you've come for me," he says, his voice steady, a preternatural calmness in his tone. Moving forward, I press my nose under his hand, lifting it onto the frost-tinted fur of my changed beast.
"I won't run from you. If I do, I will burn bright, and ice does not do well with fire." He turns and starts walking through the house, his steps unhurried, confident. There is no scent of fear from my mate as I follow him, my heart thudding in my chest. Oddly, he leads me out into the snow. I watch the fire flicker in his perfectly coiffed hair, mesmerized.
Inch by inch, he unbuttons his jacket and slips it over a bush nearby. My heart thunders in anticipation, my mouth salivating as I watch his golden-tanned skin being exposed to me. His movements are slow and meticulous, each reveal of flesh a deliberate act of seduction. I can't move my eyes from his toned body, drinking in every single inch being offered.
Then it happens.
Sharp teeth at the back of my neck shove me down into the snow. A growl unleashes from deep in my chest, but the mass shoving me down growls even deeper. It's Diaval, using his dragon's teeth and strength to drive me into submission.
Easton moves forward, naked as the day he was born. "Shift," his voice commands, and I obey, the compulsion irresistible.
The change back to human form is swift, my body reconfiguring itself under the weight of Diaval's dominance. I lie in the snow, gasping, the cold seeping into my skin, mingling with the heat of my inner fire.
Easton kneels beside me, his touch a balm against the chaos within. "I'm here," he whispers, and I feel the storm inside me begin to calm.
Diaval's teeth release my neck, and I feel the shift ripple through him—scales receding, bones reforming, until warm human skin presses against my back. His arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me against his chest with a possessiveness that steals my breath.My eternal...His voice slides through my mind like velvet, thick with emotion.I wish we were somewhere safe. Somewhere I could fill you with my seed and watch your belly grow round with our young.The raw longing in his mental voice makes my heart clench.I hate this tonic. I hate that we cannot give you what your body craves.His lips brush against the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my chilled skin. "But I will give you everything else, my love. Everything I am belongs to you."
I roll in his arms, looking up at both ancients. Still on my knees, I gaze up at them—Diaval behind me, Easton before me. Both of them, enigmatic and reserved about their desires, exude a silent dominance that speaks louder than words. Diaval's hazel-green eyes burn with centuries of restraint finally breaking. The dragon who held himself apart from the world, who built walls around his heart after Myra's betrayal, now looks at me like I am the sun after an eternal night.
"I have waited nearly nine hundred years for you," he murmurs against my shoulder, his voice rough with emotion. "Every empty century, every hollow decade... they led me here. To you."His finger slides up my spine to my tailbone—a silent command to raise my hips for him. I obey, feeling anticipation ripple through me.
"Eyes on me." Easton's gentle tone draws my focus forward. He taps the swollen head of his weeping cock on my lips. "Open..." His order calms the beast within me, recognizing it's surrounded by two incredibly stronger, ancient beasts. My mouth opens for him, and he slides his length in slowly—the salt and heat of him flooding my senses. Behind me, Diaval positions himself, and I feel the broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
You are so wet for us, my eternal.His voice in my mind is reverent, worshipful.So ready. So perfect.He surges forward, and I moan around Easton's length as Diaval fills me completely, his body slapping hard against my hips, hitting every single sensitive nerve. The intensity of how my two most reserved males have me skewered between them is overwhelming.
I'm going to be destroyed in the best possible way.
Diaval sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me forward onto Easton's cock. But even in his ferocity, there's devotion—his hands grip my hips like I'm precious, his lips press kisses to my spine between grunts of pleasure.You feel like heaven,he groans into my mind.Like coming home after centuries of wandering.
The ancients communicate mind to mind, switching up their rhythm with every deep stroke. When Diaval pulls back, Easton pushes forward. When Easton retreats, Diaval slams home. They use me like an instrument, playing my body in perfect harmony. Strong hands grip me, lifting me off the ground.
Diaval stands with me, wrapping my legs around his waist. The new angle drives him impossibly deeper, and I cry out around Easton's cock. My arms reach out, hands gripping Easton's hips as his arms curl under my shoulders, holding me up while fucking my mouth.
Look at you,Diaval's voice is thick with awe.Taking both of us so beautifully. My queen. My eternal flame.
The raw, primal connection between us surges through me, and I feel a profound sense of surrender. Every slip and slide of their lengths within me grounds my beast, tethering me to a reality so intense I lose myself. I have absolutely zero control, and it feels amazing. My body coils tighter and tighter with every single stroke, like a live wire ready to snap.
Diaval shifts his grip, one arm banding around my waist while his other hand snakes between our bodies. He finds that bundle of nerves and strums it like a concert-level violinist, each note sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.Come for me, my eternal. Let me feel you shatter.
"There's a little secret about dragons..." Diaval grunts against my ear, his voice thick with exertion. "A secret only mates ever find out." His length within me seems to grow in thickness, becoming more textured, ridges forming along his shaft that drag against my inner walls with devastating precision. Every inch becomes a new sensation, a new source of maddening pleasure.
If we were safe... if I could breed you properly...His thoughts are ragged, desperate.I would keep you like this for days. Weeks. Fill you again and again until my seed takes root.The image he paints in my mind—me round with his child, glowing with new life—sends a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me.
Easton comes down my throat with a broken moan, and I swallow every single drop, feeling his warmth fill me. He pulls back, his arms coming around to cradle me as he descends from his high, pressing tender kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, the corner of my mouth.
Diaval is thrusting into me like a man possessed now, the thick, wet sounds of our coupling obscene and perfect. His movements grow erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. "A dragon's secret..." he growls, his head lowering, teeth grazing my shoulder blade before biting down—not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to claim. The tip of his cock flares wide, and those ridges I felt earlier fully inflate, swelling into knots that lock him deep within me. Each bump pulses and ripples against my walls, pressing against spots I didn't know existed, an unending cascade of pleasure that builds and builds.MINE.His dragon's voice thunders through my mind, ancient and absolute.My mate. My eternal. MINE.
I crash over the edge, howling, my voice entirely my wolf's. The orgasm tears through me like lightning, every muscle clenching, my vision whiting out. As I tumble into the abyss, I drag Diaval with me. His voice, all dragon, roars with mine as he roughly hauls my body against him, stealing me from Easton's embrace. His arms crush me to his chest like he's afraid I'll disappear. His thrusts don't stop—can't stop—each movement stealing the breath from my lungs as his knot locks us together. I feel every pulse of his release, hot and endless, flooding my core with his seed.
