Dragon's Heart [Dragon Love 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  She’d about given up when a doctor she recognized pushed through the swinging doors at the end of the hall. “There’s one of Penny’s doctors.”

  They hurried toward the man in the white coat. Yet, as soon as his gaze met hers, she faltered. Her legs felt weak, no longer able to hold her up. Suddenly, she didn’t want to talk to him. If she did, she’d have to face the awful reality.

  “No,” she whispered. Pivoting around, she tried to get away but couldn’t. Her mind swam, her vision blurred as Hank and Walken grabbed hold of her. They helped her to a chair, staying by her side.

  “Miss, are you all right?” The doctor knelt in front of her. “You’re Miss Cinda Warner?”

  “Yes. But Cinda has a heart condition, too. We need to get her into a bed.” Walken’s tone was tortured.

  “No.” At last, wishing she was anywhere else, she lifted her head. “Tell me.”

  “Let’s get you to an examination room first,” ordered the doctor.

  “Tell. Me.” She put every ounce of strength left in her body into the those two words.

  “I’m so sorry, but we lost her.”

  She’d known what he was going to say, yet she still couldn’t believe it. “Penny’s dead?”

  “Yes. She’s gone. I’m sorry for your loss.”

  Lost. Gone. As though she were simply missing.

  Dead.

  Yes, dead said it best.

  Pain stabbed into her chest, followed by a crushing weight. Her jaw hurt, and her head swam. Nausea threatened to bring up the contents of her stomach. The voices around her jumbled together. She couldn’t understand anyone, didn’t want to know what they said. Closing her eyes, she let the dark take her away.

  * * * *

  Walken strode down the hospital hallway. They’d seen far too much of the sterile environment in the past two weeks. Thanks to Bertram, Pop, and the other employees, they were able to take time off from their duties to drive in and spend as much time with Cinda as the doctors and the hospital staff allowed. “She seemed better today.”

  “She did,” agreed Hank.

  “Her doc says her heart’s doing okay, but her spirit’s still hurting,” added Grant.

  “She’s grieving.” Walken felt the same pain. “We’re all mourning. Everyone loved Penny.”

  “At least she’s stopped crying. I don’t think I could’ve taken another day of seeing her so sad,” said Grant. “She even laughed today. Sort of.”

  “It’ll take time, but she’ll come around. She has to.” Hank shoved his hands into his pockets. “If she doesn’t—”

  “She will. Don’t even think she won’t.” Grant’s tension showed in his stiff walk.

  “Time’s running out. I don’t want to push her, but the sooner we get her pregnant, the better.”

  Walken understood Hank’s impatience. “Like I said. She seemed better today, and she’ll be even better tomorrow. Give her time.”

  “Time doesn’t heal all wounds, you know. That’s a bunch of bull.” Grant strode ahead, his frustration forcing him to get away.

  “She’ll get there.” Walken felt as though he was trying to keep everyone’s spirits up. He prayed he could keep his own up, too. “She believes in us, and now we’re returning the favor. The more we tell her she’s going to be all right, the more she’ll believe it.”

  “I sure as hell hope you’re right, Walken.” Hank’s gaze stayed on the floor, his head bowed.

  Me, too, Hank. Me, too.

  * * * *

  After passing out upon hearing the news about Penny, Cinda had found herself lying in a hospital bed. Her heart hadn’t suffered any damage, but her doctor had insisted she remain under observation until he was sure she was all right.

  “How are you doing today, babe?”

  As they had every day for the past three weeks, Hank, Walken, and Grant sauntered into the room, ready for their visit. Every day, they managed to brighten her spirits a little more until, at last, she was more than ready to go home.

  “I’m fine. In fact, Dr. Friedland said he’s releasing me. All I have to do is sign a few papers and I can get out of here. See?” She stretched out her arms. “No monitors or medical devices on me at all. I’m free and ready to go.”

  “Yeah, we know.” Grant smiled then leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

  “Seriously? You’re still treating me like I’m about to break? Come on, guys, give me some real lovin’.”

  Walken pretended he was shocked, but he was a lousy actor. “Here? In the hospital? Where are your morals, girl?”

  “In the gutter, where I hope yours are. At least as far as sex is concerned.” She’d known she was feeling better when she’d started getting turned on again every time they got near her.

  Penny would always be close to her heart, but life had to go on. She’d think of the sweet little girl often and remember her giggles and bright, lively spirit.

  “I think our girl’s getting restless.” Grant leaned over and gave her a better kiss.

  She clung to the back of his neck, forcing him to keep kissing her. Her tongue played in his mouth, teasing him, tempting him. He kissed her back and covered her breast.

  Heat flared inside her as he massaged her nipple. She ached for him, for all of them, and she wouldn’t be put off another day. Not another minute. Smiling into the kiss, she was ready to take control and pull him on top of her. She held onto him as though her life depended on it. In a way, it did.

  She kept the kiss going and ignored the sounds around her. Had the nurses come into her room? Yet what did she care if the nurses saw her kissing the men she loved? Although murmurs came, she didn’t listen to what they were saying. She had one goal and one goal only. She’d make love to her men before the day was over.

  The kiss lingered, growing more passionate before Grant finally took hold of her arms and forced them off his neck. To her surprise, vases filled with various kinds of flowers rested on every inch that had been cleared. A group of helium-filled balloons floated at the ceiling. A small black box rested on the serving tray that swung out from her bed.

  “What’s all this? And how’d you get all this in here so fast?”

  “It helps to know the people in charge of this place.” Hank grinned. “Besides, I’m on the hospital board, too, so I asked for certain allowances to be made.”

  Grant and Hank had a duel to see who could snatch up the black box first. Walken, however, swooped in and grabbed it before they could.

  “I don’t know if the hospital will allow all these flowers and balloons.” Not that she cared. The men had transformed her room from a dreary place with get-well cards scattered around to a romantic setting. “This is really beautiful. Thank you.”

  “You can thank us by saying yes.” Walken sat on the side of the bed and opened the box. A huge, sparkling diamond glistened, even under the dim lights. “I’d get down on my knees to ask you, but then I’d be too low for you to see the ring.”

  She’d thought she couldn’t cry again. Had, in fact, thought her tears had all been shed. But this time, her tears were fueled by happiness. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

  “No, not just him. We’re asking you,” chimed in Grant.

  “Yeah, but you can only legally marry one of us, so it’d better be me.” Hank sat on the other side and captured her hand between his.

  She didn’t have to think about her answer. Her heart, damaged or not, knew the answer.

  Her mother’s voice entered her mind.

  “Cinda, once you find the man you’re meant to be with, ask yourself these questions. Would you love him if he looked differently? Would you love him fat or thin? Walking or in a wheelchair? If you can say yes to everything, then you know he’s the right one for you. The man he is, the man inside, is what counts.”

  With Todd, she’d said yes to the questions but had never really meant it. Now she could answer them honestly. She’d love her men no matter what form they were in, no matter
what life threw at them. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”

  “Then we’ll draw straws to see who the lucky man is to officially make you his.”

  “I still say I should be the one to officially marry you. After all, I’m the one who found you.” Hank scowled at Walken.

  “It doesn’t matter. We all get a shot at the honor,” added Grant.

  Walken took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto her ring finger. “We love you, Cinda.”

  “And as soon as we get you home, we’ll prove it by getting you knocked up.”

  Hank groaned. “Again with the ‘knocked up’? Damn, man, show a little class. We are going to make love and produce a child from that lovemaking.” He winced. “Okay, that was a little too sappy even for me.”

  She held out her hand to admire the ring. It fit perfectly, but she didn’t care that it was a diamond. They could’ve given her a toy ring and she would’ve loved it just as much.

  Her first impulse, of course, was to call Kiley with the news. Then came a better idea. A very wicked, very sexy idea. “Why wait? Knock me up right here.”

  “Here? What if someone comes in?” asked Walken.

  “Then they’ll get an eyeful.” Grant was already taking off his shirt.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll keep everyone out.” Hank moved to the other side of the small room and pulled out his cell phone. “This is Hank Jansen. Let me talk to the hospital administrator, Dr. Matthews.” Turning his back, he continued the conversation.

  Grant started undressing by tugging off his boots. “Be sure you keep control, guys. We don’t want to set off the smoke detectors.”

  “This is where being in a hospital gown is a good thing.” She easily shrugged off the cotton dress, thankful she hadn’t gotten dressed to leave yet.

  Their gazes were all she needed to tell her that they liked what they saw. Teasing them, she pulled the sheet back over her but tugged it tightly to her chest so her nipples would push at the thin material.

  “This bed isn’t going to do for all three of us.” Walken let his shirt fall to the floor.

  “Then let’s not use the bed.”

  She let out a small yelp as a now-naked Grant slipped his arms under her, pushing the sheet under her. He lifted her off the bed and hoisted her higher until she could wrap her legs around his waist.

  Taking hold her face, he had her gaze meet his speckled red one. “Darlin’, you are ours from this moment on. Nothing and no one will ever tear us apart.”

  “Even if I get fat and old?”

  “You’ll always look as beautiful as you are this minute.” Hank slipped the sheet off her then pushed against her back, his hard cock easing its way into her butt crease. “Young, old, fat, thin, you’ll always be our lover.”

  She giggled, the love for them meeting the love they held for her in a tangible thickening of the air surrounding their bodies. Was that how it was for dragons and their mate? Was their love as much of a physical thing as their bodies were? “Even if I get a thousand wrinkles?”

  “When will you understand, sweetheart?” Walken placed his hands on Hank’s and Grant’s shoulders. They took her with them as they lowered themselves to the floor and Walken remained standing. “Whatever form you take, whatever your appearance is, doesn’t matter. It’s all about who you are inside. Looks fade, but love stays.”

  She narrowed her eyes, suspicious. “Isn’t the saying ‘Looks fade, but stupid stays’?”

  He shrugged. “I like it better my way.”

  “And I like it better my way.” She gave him a sultry glance then took hold of his thick, erect cock and pulled it into her mouth.

  Walken moaned and clutched a handful of her hair. “This is great, but I’m going to want my cock inside your pussy, too.”

  She rocked back and forth not only with her head but also with her body, signaling the other men what she wanted them to do.

  Hank slipped his fingers into her anus and worked them around. The sensation of his fingers wasn’t half as delicious as his cock would feel, and since he was dragon, she wouldn’t need lubrication. The tingle of lust rushed into her, speeding its way through her asshole and pussy to spread farther outward.

  “Grant.”

  His eyes flashed more red as he leaned back to get a better position then slammed into her pussy. She cried out, but the sound was muffled by Walken’s cock. The cool tile underneath them warmed quickly with the heat from the bodies drifting outward. As it had happened before, steam started rising around them, cocooning them in the wet heat.

  “Take it easy, guys. Remember her heart,” warned Hank.

  She craned around, reaching for him, wanting a kiss. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

  “Did the doctor say so?”

  “No.” She looked at Hank then Walken and finally Grant. “I can’t explain or describe it, but I can feel it. I’m fine.”

  “Good. Then shut up and open for us.”

  Grant kissed her hard, consuming her until thoughts were no longer possible. Instead, her body took over, her emotions commanding every movement, every whisper and moan.

  They melded together as only four souls in love could ever do. Her body was like a wave, flowing one way then the next, putting each movement in harmony with the others. Sighs became soft breaths. A touch here and a touch there caressed their bodies. She gave herself over to them, knowing she was as much in control as they were.

  Grant’s cock filled her as Hank’s did from behind. She sucked harder on Walken’s, hollowing her mouth to get as much of his tasty pre-cum as she could. Her passion spiraled upward, along with the rising steam.

  Breaking the kiss, she clutched at Grant’s hair. “Show me your fire.”

  Instantly, his eyes flashed completely red. Tendrils of smoke filtered from between his lips. For a moment, she was sure she could see tiny flames flicker from his mouth.

  “It’s okay. We won’t burn you, babe.” Hank slicked his tongue over the skin of her shoulder.

  She gasped then looked, expecting to see a burn mark on her flesh, but there was none. “Do it again. Use your tongues on me.”

  Walken thrust his hips forward. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. Guys, give her what she wants.”

  Hank and Grant began slicking their tongues along her flesh. Pinpricks of pain stabbed into her, not enough to hurt her but enough to give her a small sizzle of pain that came and went then reappeared on another part of her body. She was being burned alive, her skin afire with their love.

  Harder and harder they plunged into her. Perspiration dribbled between her breasts and along her spine, only to be swept up in one of their licks. She did her best to keep up with them, but like prey caught between predators, the best she could do was to react with each attack.

  “Enough.” Walken groaned and pulled his cock away from her.

  She made a sound deep in her throat, one that sounded all-too familiar.

  “She’s growling. Damn, that sounds sexy as hell.”

  Hank clutched her shoulders and put his mouth to her shoulder. Biting down enough to cause her to cry out, but not hard enough to break her skin, he shoved his cock into her ass one last time. Groaning, he pulled out and shot his seed against the small of her back.

  She reached for him again and brought his mouth to hers, capturing his groan. His hands found her breasts and clutched them, his fingernails digging into the sensitive skin. When he finally turned her loose, her shoulder and breasts were aching. Yet it was a good pain. A very good pain.

  “Cinda.”

  Before she could turn to answer Walken, he’d lifted her off the floor and thrown her back on top of the bed. Crawling in after her, he pushed her legs apart like a madman obsessed and entered her. She cried out, but the cry was caught in Grant’s kiss as he got behind her and slammed his cock inside her dark hole.

  They rocked the hospital bed, bumping into the railings on the sides and pushing toward the control panel at the top. As long as they didn’
t hit the call button for the nurse, she didn’t care.

  Hank fell back to take a nearby chair. “Better hurry it up, guys. I asked for privacy, but I wouldn’t push it much longer.”

  But they ignored him. Setting up a dual rhythm—one in, one out—Grant and Walken pumped into her. Her need for them rose higher as the heat rose. Walken’s eyes were closed, his jaw tense, his chest and arm muscles flexing. Grant whispered sweet things in her ear, telling her amazing, how sexy she was. Watching them alone could’ve taken her to the pinnacle.

  Walken paused then opened his eyes and thrust into her. His balls slapped against her ass as he tensed. Meeting her gaze, he roared his release, making a sound far too loud for where they were.

  Grant slapped her ass once, twice, three times as he plunged into her. “Keep it quiet, man.” His words were almost unintelligible as he ground his teeth together and thrust inside her again.

  She wanted their lovemaking to go on forever, but nothing, not even the best of times, could last forever. It seemed not even dragons could last forever. They’d relinquished their immortality for her, and she’d spend the rest of her life no matter how short or long that was, making them happy.

  Their breathing now seemed louder than all the other noises they’d made, but it was only because they were suddenly so still, so quiet. Hank had dragged on his clothes while Grant and Walken slid off the bed. They dressed, going slowly as though they didn’t have the energy to go any faster.

  “What are we going to do with all the flowers and balloons?” Hank flicked a balloon and sent it dancing. “Do you want to take them home with us?”

  “Maybe one of the vases and a balloon or two. I’d like to give the rest to other patients, if that’s okay with you.”

  “Sure it is.” Walken, fully dressed, touched her cheek. “You’re getting out, but you still shouldn’t overdo it. You’re going to take a few days off while we take care of you. As for your old apartment and your things, we’ll handle everything. Understood?”

  “Yes, doctor.” She grinned. “As long as I can go outside once and a while.”

  “You can. Jumper and the other kids will be excited to see you.”