Page 70 of Kiss of Embers

Afterward, Finn dried me with a fluffy towel while Struan twisted into smoke and streamed from the bathroom. When Finn guided me back to the bed, the sheets were changed, the blankets peeled back and the pillows fluffed. Struan pressed a glass of cold water into my hand and ordered me to drink it.

“When did you get bossy?” I asked, my eyelids drooping.

He grinned. “Oh, I can be plenty bossy, lass. I’ve also been known to give a spanking every now and then.”

Finn chuckled. “Submission in bed and submission in everyday life are two different things. You’ll find that out the hard way if you even think of getting hungry or dehydrated on Struan’s watch.”

“So drink your water,” Struan added, a hard glint in his eyes.

I drank the water. And then I curled up between my dragons, my nude body cocooned by heat and muscle. As I slipped into a contented sleep, I thought the men were done with me.

I was wrong. The next time I opened my eyes, the lanterns burned low—and two hard cocks pressed me front and back. I lay on my side facing Finn, who palmed my cheek with a hungry look in his eyes. When I turned my head, Struan gazed at me with the same expression.

Wordlessly, I took each of their erections in hand and stroked. Their twin growls of approval made a smile tug at my lips. They crowded me, running their hands over my body. Struan peppered my shoulder with kisses as Finn thrust his hand between my legs and stroked my clit.

“You’re wet again,” he said, kissing me. He pushed his fingers inside me and stroked his tongue over mine before pulling back. Fingers still buried inside me, he studied my face. “Were you dreaming of us?”

I thrust against his hand, feeling decadent as I continued working their cocks. My pussy squeezed around Finn’s fingers. Struan slid a warm palm over my ribs and cupped my breast.

Finn added a third finger, stretching me. “I’m waiting on an answer, Zara lass.”

My breath shuddered out as my pussy clamped again. “I…oh gods. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Finn withdrew his hand. He painted my arousal around my nipples, his touch maddeningly light. Struan rolled me onto my back, then sucked one glossy peak into his mouth.

Finn watched him for a moment, then lifted red-sheened eyes to mine. “Maybe isn’t good enough, lass. When you dream, it should always be of us.”

Struan released my nipple with a pop. Finn rolled on top of me, spread my thighs, and surged inside me.

My breath left me in a rush. Pleasure built, but it was slower this time, the wave sweet and thick. And Finn was slower, his hips moving in a sensual glide as he began to thrust.

Struan left the bed, then returned with a bottle in his hand. When he positioned himself behind Finn, I caught my breath. Because I knew what he was going to do.

Finn’s lips curved as he gazed down at me. “You want Struan to fuck my ass, Zara?” My pussy clenched automatically in response.

Heat flooded my face.

Finn’s smile spread to a grin. Still fucking me, he pinned my wrists above my head. “You are so fucking adorable when you’re embarrassed.”

I strained against his grip even as my clit throbbed harder. “I’m not embarrassed.”

He winked at me. “Yes, you are. But you’re also turned on. Your pretty lips might lie, but your pussy is a tattletale. Fromnow on, if I want to know if you’re telling the truth, I’ll know which one to ask.”

Plastic clicked and then Struan rose behind Finn, one hand working lube over his cock. He smoothed his free hand down Finn’s back in a gentle caress.

“Slow down for me.”

Finn obeyed, slowing his thrusts and releasing my wrists. He went to his forearms next to my ears. A second later, his brows drew together, and he stilled completely. He closed his eyes, his thick lashes dusting his cheeks. I lowered my arms, fascination and lust spreading through me in equal measure.

“Relax,” Struan said, his gaze lowered and a look of concentration on his face. I couldn’t see much with Finn’s shoulders blocking me, but from the way Struan’s hand moved, he was preparing Finn to take him.

Moisture flooded me, and Finn’s eyes flew open. “Fuck, Zara,” he mumbled, his usual composure slipping. Whatever Struan was doing behind him made Finn rock gently against me.

Slick sounds drifted from over his shoulder, and Struan gave a throaty growl. “There you go. A little more.” He ran his hand over Finn’s back again as if he gentled a dangerous animal. The slick sounds grew more rhythmic, and his nostrils flared. “One more,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on Finn’s ass. His voice went low and smoky. “Fuck, yes, babe. Open up for me.”

Finn shuddered, his eyes half-lidded and that lock of hair falling down his forehead. His cock pulsed inside me. “I’m ready.”

“Yes, you fucking are,” Struan growled. He gripped Finn’s waist, his fingers shiny with lube. Then he eased his hips forward.