Contents ( 52)
- The Lost Kingdom
- Rise of the Drakens Book 3
- Raven Storm
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Wren
- Chapter Two
- Benedict
- Chapter Three
- Wren
- Chapter Four
- Benedict
- Chapter Five
- Wren
- Chapter Six
- Benedict
- Chapter Seven
- Wren
- Chapter Eight
- Benedict
- Chapter Nine
- Wren
- Chapter Ten
- Benedict
- Chapter Eleven
- Benedict
- Chapter Twelve
- Wren
- Chapter Thirteen
- Wren
- Chapter Fourteen
- Benedict
- Chapter Fifteen
- Wren
- Chapter Sixteen
- Benedict
- Chapter Seventeen
- Benedict
- Chapter Eighteen
- Wren
- Chapter Nineteen
- Wren
- Chapter Twenty
- Benedict
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Wren
- Afterword
- Rise of the Drakens
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- The Lost Nation - PREVIEW
- Wren
Their eyes lit with fire, and my stomach flipped in giddy anticipation, unsheathing my wings.
Benedict eyed the white strip with a huff, then turned away. “On your knees.”
I sank down onto the bed, eyeing them greedily. Kieran sat down before me, then tugged me into his lap. His hands pushed me down eagerly onto his waiting erection, and I groaned happily as he sheathed himself inside me.
“Don’t move,” Benedict commanded.
That wasn’t fair! I opened my mouth to argue, but then Benedict ran one long finger from the first ridge of my wing down to its base. My entire body exploded in sensations, vibrating with pleasure. I froze, awaiting the next touch.
Benedict smirked. “Good girl.”
I could have melted and died happily. Kieran moved his hips against mine, and I whined with the need to move with him. Ronan lined himself up behind me as Benedict stayed to the side, his fingers teasing a light trail up and down the sensitive ridges of my wing. Ronan’s hand snuck around to my slick entrance, probing and gliding through my wet folds. His hand withdrew to stroke himself, and he groaned as he covered himself in my slickness. Benedict ran another long stroke down my opposite wing, and I cried out. Kieran took the opportunity to thrust deeply, his eyes rolling back in his head. He withdrew, and Ronan replaced him.
Hands pushed me down gently on the bed, Benedict straddling my neck as he delicately spread my wings. His hands knew every secret spot, easily coaxing me into a frenzy that needed satisfied. Ronan plunged into me next, unable to keep himself from thrusting uncontrollably. I loved every second of it.
Kieran pulled Ronan off of me and took over again. This time, he didn’t stop as his pace was manic, his growl sending shivers down my spine as Benedict nipped my neck and whispered into my ear. His strokes against my wing kept me off balance and begging for more. Kieran came with a yell, gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. I felt so alive and so close.
Kieran was replaced by Ronan, who kissed me roughly before resuming his previous pace. Kieran appeared by my side, taking one wing in his hand as Benedict fondled the other. I thought I would die amidst the overwhelming sensations. Kieran bit down into the back of my neck, sucking on our bond mark. At that moment, Benedict ran a finger from the tip of my wing to the base, and Ronan came. My body exploded in orgasm, my scream ragged as my body finally collapsed, fully spent. We all fell against each other, and I smiled as I lost myself amid the tangle of bodies and limbs. Ronan sleepily bit into my neck, solidifying our bond before drifting off to sleep almost immediately. I grinned and after a bit of grumbling allowed Kieran to push him to the side.
Benedict settled around me, his arms holding me tight. Kieran nuzzled into my neck from the other side, and Ronan threw a long hand against my thigh from his spot next to Kieran. The sound of sleep evened out around me; my eyes heavy as I yawned. I felt Benedict’s grip tighten around me.