Draven ran his tongue over his dry lips, trying not to imagine how her breasts would feel in his hands. Heavy and warm. Something to support, to kiss, to lick. To guard.
The growl was still going inside him.
“I don’t know, Dray. They’re so big. I’m not sure I’m the right one to handle them.” Ran sent him a wicked glance over Melissa’s shoulder, and Melissa looked back at him for a moment, her cheeks beautifully flushed, lips swollen, eyes slightly glazed.
Damn, Draven wanted to be the one doing that to her. Taking her with Ran and making her scream their names.
“I guess I’ll do what I can though,” Ran said, lowering his mouth slowly down in front of her.
No! Those were Dray’s, and he was going to make sure the lips on them were his. He stood up abruptly, not caring about the enormous erection he was sporting, and strode to the bed angrily. When he was there, he reached from behind her and grabbed her hands in one of his, yanking her back and pinning her between him at the foot of the bed and Ran in the center. Ran’s hands held her soft thighs possessively, stroking them lightly as Draven kept her hands above her head.
She was totally helpless between them, and judging by her face as Draven used his free hand to slowly circle one aching nipple, she was totally enjoying it.
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“Dammit,” Draven said, his low, quiet voice stirring Melissa to the core. “The breasts are mine. Always.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, trying to twist to see him, though it was difficult with Draven holding her hands down and Ran running distracting palms down her thighs and over her ass. Ran had a way of making her feel so wanted, so needed, with that hot green gaze that seemed to flicker from dragon to human.
She was relieved to see Draven’s words were meant for Ran, whom he was staring at with hard eyes as he released her wrists in order to move both his large, strong hands over her breasts, closing them and then squeezing them possessively as his thumbs flicked over her nipples. She gasped in response, and Draven’s cold, blue gaze turned fiery.
“Damn,” he growled. “So beautiful.”
“Such language,” Ran said sardonically. “I can think of better things to do with my mouth at this moment.”
Her eyes widened as Ran planted a hand on each thigh and parted them in a quick, firm motion that had her catching her breath, achingly wet. He tore off her panties with one quick movement like they were tissue under his hands and then gave her a voracious stare. His mouth was down and on her before he could even finish that ghost of a devious smile he sent her way before diving in.
Ran was a storm, possessive, fiery, and knowing exactly what he wanted. His tongue flicked eagerly against her as his hands held her ass.
Draven still seemed to be hesitating, though his hands were lingering on her breasts deliciously, making her writhe. He leaned forward and took her lips in an upside kiss that nevertheless fit perfectly, and his hands worked expertly over her nipples with gentle flicks as his tongue parted her lips and dove inside to stroke against hers.
She felt her lower half straining against Ran’s mouth as her tongue entwined with Draven’s. It was a hot, wet possession, a total ignition of her senses as every part of her body felt treasured, owned, claimed.
She moaned against Draven’s lips as his tongue explored, thrusting deep in her mouth and making her ache to be filled. Ran’s tongue dipped lower to stroke up against her pussy, pushing inside and then licking back up to her clit and swirling before he brought his lower teeth up gently to just barely graze her in a way that sent fire rushing through her. She couldn’t take much more, and she gasped against Draven’s lips as the delicious tension built inside her.
Ran growled in satisfaction as her hip movements became more frantic, her body trying to jerk away against her own will. She wanted the pleasure, but it felt too strong. She couldn’t take it. The hands caressing her breasts and dipping down to play softly in her belly button. The hands cupping and squeezing her ass and then firmly holding her thighs while Ran devoured her with his tongue.
The pressure was building, higher and higher, more rapid than it had ever been alone. More intense than it felt she could take.
“I—” she gasped against Draven’s mouth.
He kissed her more deeply and then pulled back to kiss his way down to her ear, licking along the shell as she gasped out huge breaths at the increasing pressure.
“You okay?” Draven asked, murmuring the question against her ear.
She nodded vigorously, bringing a fist up to her mouth to bite down on it, eyes glazed in pleasure. She was going to come. Any second. She knew it.