Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“I was asleep! Not dead!” Amaru shouted.
“Vasily Valerii, quit being the slow police!” Luka said.
“The what?” Vasily snickered. Amaru had finally broken Luka’s wonderful brain. It was a sure sign all the blood had left it for his dick.
“What? Shut up! Never mind. I just need someone to fuck me now or I’m going to die.”
“Same,” Amaru said with a grunt. He removed his fingers from Luka and applied some lube to his cock before lining the head up to Luka’s stretched hole. As he pushed inside, Vasily worked on stretching Amaru’s hole even further to accommodate his sizeable girth.
The fact his two mates were seizing the reins of this delicious fuck was probably for the best. His hands were trembling, his skin coated in sweat, and his dick was throbbing in time with his heart. As much as he loved torturing Amaru and Luka, he was already at his breaking point. He needed to come, and right now, his first choice was deep inside of Amaru’s ass.
Snatching up the lube, he coated his own dick, never taking his eyes off Amaru pushing farther into Luka. Both of his mates were moaning and cursing in their pleasure.
The second Amaru was fully seated inside of Luka, Vasily pushed the head of his cock into Amaru’s stretched hole. He tried to go slow, but the sneaky mage surprised him by pushing backward, nearly impaling himself on Vasily’s cock.
Amaru wanted to drive? That was fine with him.
He reached around the mage and grabbed Luka’s legs behind the knees, pushing them up toward Luka’s chest. The new angle took Amaru even deeper inside of Luka, wringing more sounds of ecstasy from them both.
“Do it, Amaru. Fuck us both,” Vasily gritted out between clenched teeth as he held on to the orgasm that had already started to build at the base of his spine.
The mage hesitated for only a second. His first few movements were jerky, but their brilliant mate quickly found a rhythm that almost had Vasily regretting his words. Almost. With each thrust, Amaru either thrust hard into Luka or fucked himself on Vasily’s thick cock. Moans and desperate chants filled the hotel room, drowning out the slap of sweaty flesh and the angry creak of the bed.
Vasily opened his mouth to warn his mates he was dangerously close, but he never got the chance. Luka cried out as he came, semen splashing across his stomach as he desperately jerked himself. At the same time, Amaru sped up, his movements growing more frantic as Luka’s orgasm triggered a cascade. Amaru shouted as he came, his channel tightening around Vasily, sending him over the edge.
The world went white with pleasure so sharp he thought he was going to pass out. Nothing had ever felt so good. But then, nothing else ever would now that he’d found both of his mates.
The vague idea of waking up properly floated through Amaru’s mind. He wasn’t sure it was a good idea. He was modest enough to admit not all of his ideas were good ones.
Wait, why was he asleep in the first place?
The question brought him further out of dreamland, demanding an answer. No, seriously, why the hell had he been sleeping? He had Things To Do. Aside from two hot dragons.
From somewhere off to the side came the sound of an animal roar. Like a dragon but not?
“Mmm, Mom?” Amaru muttered, struggling to get his eyes open.
Vasily chuckled, the sound more felt in the vibrations of his chest than heard, as he leaned in and kissed Amaru’s forehead. “Hi, sleepyhead. You actually awake?”
“Mmm.” Verdict still out on that one. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep sleeping, he was just so damn comfortable. Moving felt like a crime. Blasphemy. Something.
A warm hand stroked up and down his bare back, which only encouraged him to sleep longer. Wholly unfair. He knew Vasily was doing that on purpose.
“Sleep longer, baby, if you need to.”
A kiss again, this time on his forehead. Luka had done that one.
Even the suggestion irked him. It conversely prompted him to wake up further.
“What was that sound?” he asked, forcing an eye up.
“Oh, that? My text notification sound.”
“I still can’t believe you use a velociraptor sound,” Vasily commented.
“What, it’s funny! Anyway, it was Dimitri being a smartass, nothing to worry about. Amaru, you’re determined to wake up, aren’t you?”
Ha, both eyes open! Both at half-mast, but they were still capable of seeing, and that was what counted.
“Hungry,” he said as justification. The second the word was out of his mouth, though, he realized it was true. He actually was hungry. He blamed the two mouthwatering dragons in bed with him; they’d expended a lot of Amaru’s energy last night.
“Then I’ll call something up for us.”
That made no sense to him. “Call?”
Vasily explained as Luka rolled over on the bed, reaching for something. “Room service is what it’s called. Basically, the hotel has a kitchen to serve guests, and you can order food from them that they’ll bring to your door.”