Dragon Island [Dragon Love 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 8

  “I’m not talking about flying in a plane.”

  She frowned. “What other kind of flying is there?”

  “Like the birds, sugar. Like the birds.”

  Once again, she was caught off guard as he shoved her off the platform. At least this time, the initial lump-in-her-throat was gone in less than a minute. She let out another shout of joy as she flew past the trees.

  Anthony caught her again on the next platform. Then again on the next. For three more times, all more exciting than the last, she soared, both arms extended, feeling freer than she’d ever felt. She landed against Anthony, no longer a novice.

  “It’s the end of the line, bella.”

  Disappointment flooded her. “Aw. Really?” The platform they stood on was only a few feet from the forest’s floor.

  “Yep. Sorry, but even good things must come to an end.”

  “Yeah. I guess so.” Just like their kiss had ended far too soon. Without thinking, she grabbed him by the back of the neck and yanked his lips to hers.

  His answer was to kiss her back. His tongue swept into her mouth as he tugged at her harness. Hurried hands, both hers and his, worked at their clothes, each trying to get the other undressed as fast as they could.

  She couldn’t bring herself to stop kissing him, even when the thuds of Branson’s and Montana’s feet striking the platform made the entire thing shake. Instead she blindly reached out to pull them to her.

  I’m getting wild in the wild.

  Her mouth curved against Anthony’s kiss.

  Now this is real flying.

  She no longer wore the harness. Her shirt was soon pulled off her, followed by her jeans. Kicking off her shoes, she clung to him, determined to never stop kissing him.

  As warm as the island already was, it soon became hotter with her body trapped between three naked men. How they’d gotten undressed so quickly was a vague question that came and went.

  Hands skimmed over her body, dipping into erotic crevices and sliding over mounds. She sighed and finally broke free from Anthony. What she saw made her realize how accurate her imagination had been.

  Daaamn.

  The muscles she’d thought they’d have were even bigger. Their power was stronger as they captured her between them. Their arms rippled with muscle on top of muscle. Their broad backs seemed to go on forever.

  Daring to believe the impossible, she cast her gaze lower.

  Oh. My. God.

  She wouldn’t have believed them without seeing them for herself. How could any human male’s cock be so large? So thick? So delicious looking? Yet, there they were, the sunlight bouncing off them, their precum glistening on the end of their impressive poles.

  Anthony came behind her, his fingers dancing along her butt cheek. “I want you from behind.”

  She shivered at the idea, ready and willing to try a new thing for her. “But we don’t have any lube. I’ve heard it can hurt.”

  His breath was hot against her ear. “It won’t. Not with me.” His hands kneaded her ass. “Are you a virgin that way?”

  She nodded, a little embarrassed, yet more than eager to give up her anal virginity. “I’ll trust you.”

  “Good.”

  Kissing her neck, he made his way from one shoulder to the next. Small bursts of heat seared her skin as though he’d struck a match to every place he kissed.

  She started to look and see what was causing the sensation, but Branson cupped his hand to her cheek and turned her toward him. He fondled her breast as his eyes, eyes that were strangely speckled with red, caught hers. His kiss kept her from asking about them. Moaning, she leaned against him.

  Montana dropped lower, planting his kisses along the way, around the curve of her hips and then back to her bellybutton. He flicked his tongue around her stomach, setting little sparks to her flesh just as Anthony had done to her shoulders.

  The air thickened. Had the heat of the jungle finally gotten to them? Had she not noticed it before now or had it grown hotter since they’d started making love to her?

  No. Not love. It’s only sex. For now, that’s enough.

  She accepted the lie because she had to. If not, she might think it could become so much more. That they could become so much more. She knew herself well enough to know that she wasn’t only clumsy physically but emotionally as well. If she let go, if she dared to believe, she could fall in love.

  Montana moved his hand between her legs. She startled, her quick intake of air caught by Branson’s kiss. Anthony filled her dark hole with his fingers, plying her, getting her ready to make room for his cock.

  She held on to Branson’s arm and Montana’s shoulders. Other than being a willing participant, she let them do everything and anything they wanted. Kisses skimmed her body. Hands pleasured her nipple, her ass, her clit.

  Montana pulled her pussy lips apart and feasted on her aching clit. Wetness seeped from her to flow down the insides of her weakened legs. She dug her fingernails into his flesh, not meaning to hurt him but needing to find enough of a hold to hang on. His tongue lashed at her clit then drove into her pussy. His fingers massaged the tender area around her sweet nub, sending even more lust racing outward. He drank from her, a man thirsty for only her juices.

  The forest was alive around them with the songs of birds playing in her ears. Hoots and growls, noises she hadn’t heard before, seemed to be talking about them. Yet, even if there had been human spectators watching, she wouldn’t have stopped. How could she stop the greatest gift she’d ever received?

  Branson tugged at her breast, torturing one nipple after another. His hard cock pushed against her hip. She turned his arm free and wrapped her hand around his cock instead. “I want to taste you.”

  “Done,” he said. “Just lie down, sugar.”

  The men moved away from her, and she saw the steam rising around them. “Where’s the steam coming from?”

  “From us, babe,” answered Montana. “From us.”

  They put her on her side with Anthony easing behind her. He swept her hair out of the way as he kissed her neck and shoulder. Playing with her butt cheek, he whispered in her ear, telling her to breathe easy. His solidness rested against her back, his cock pressing between her butt cheeks.

  She closed her eyes as Montana lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder. His fingers massaged her as he nibbled a circle over the top of her mons. She reached for his blond hair but came up empty.

  “Taste me, sugar.”

  Joyfully, she opened her eyes, wrapped her hand around Branson’s cock and brought it into her mouth. He tasted as wild as the animals hiding in the forest around them but with an added layer that spoke of dark nights and magical men.

  Sucking, she dragged in all she could from him, whipping her tongue around his length. He was huge in her mouth, and for right then, she felt as though she were completely filled. Little did she know.

  Crying out, she almost took her mouth from Branson’s cock as Anthony murmured a warning and then pushed his cock into her anus. The pain was brief, a momentary prelude to the incredible friction filling her dark hole. She wouldn’t have believed her muscles could stretch so far, yet here was the proof. Pushing back, she urged him to go deeper. But like Branson’s cock, Anthony’s cock was too long for her to ever take all of it. Would they want her less because of it?

  The question was thrust away with Montana’s plunge into her pussy. He came in hard, fast, commanding her attention. He slammed into her again until she was sure he’d found the end of her and was hoping to go beyond it.

  Now she really knew what it felt like to be completely filled. Their cocks had become a part of her as though their flesh melted into hers. She rocked against them as she slid Branson’s cock in and out of her mouth.

  She felt primal like a woman of the past. A woman only the men she cared for could take. Her soft cries filled the air, matching their grunts as they plundered her, taking and giving pleasure.

  Her gaze lifted to Branson�
��s face and saw the red in his eyes. Shifting her gaze to Montana, she saw the same in his eyes. She had to look, had to find out if the same would hold true for Anthony. When it did, she let out a cry that was part lust and part surprise. Branson guided her mouth back onto his cock in the midst of her cry.

  But the question of the color in their eyes would have to wait. They thrust into her, wiping away all her questions.

  Their bodies moved as one, four units shifting, writhing together. For one moment, she let go of Branson’s cock to see Montana shove his into her pussy again.

  Are those tiny flames? Or am I seeing red spots everywhere?

  As hot as her pussy felt, she would’ve believed he’d set her on fire. Her body burned from the inside out, her skin searing under their touches. The roll of her climax built higher and higher until she had no choice but to turn Branson’s cock loose and lay her head back in a scream.

  The men, caught in the throes of their own releases, roared, the sound bouncing off the forest trees. Birds took to flight, and animals scurried away.

  She held on to Branson as her climax tore into her. Her body shuddered against Anthony’s own shudders and Montana’s last shove into her pussy. Together, the cream flowed between them, wetting each of them.

  Exhaustion overwhelmed her as the men pulled their cocks from her. When Branson turned away to shoot his seed out, she almost complained. She’d wanted to taste him. Would she get another chance?

  “Are you all right, babe?” asked Montana.

  She lay on her back, her gaze settled on the tree cover above her. “Uh-huh.” There was so much more she could say if she’d had the breath. So much more to say and so much more to ask. Yet she didn’t have the strength. To be honest, she didn’t want to break the mood.

  Something moved in the trees above her. She squinted, certain she would see a bird. Instead, big eyes stared back at her. Gasping, she sat up and covered her breasts. “What is that?”

  Before any of the men could answer, a squeal split the air. Lightning quick, something brown and furry dropped toward the platform, snagged her shirt then took off. She scrambled to her feet and backed up. Panic seized her as she realized she was falling.

  Strong arms caught her and pulled her back onto the platform. “Hey, take it easy. It’s only a monkey.”

  “A monkey? On an island?” She’d read that monkeys weren’t native to islands. That they could, in fact, be hazardous to an island’s ecosystem.

  “There are only two of them.” Montana pointed at the other monkey who sat blissfully on a branch far above them. “That’s Milly, and the one who stole your shirt is Max.”

  “Only two of them? Don’t they, um, get along?”

  Branson chuckled and handed her his shirt to wear. “Sure they do. But we had them fixed before we brought them to the island.”

  “Which was good thinking on our part,” added Anthony. “Otherwise, we’d be overrun by monkeys by the way they go at each other.”

  She slipped the shirt over her head. It was far too large, showing off the swell of her breasts, but she was thankful to have it. She hurriedly snatched up the rest of her clothing before Max could steal those.

  “They’re cute, aren’t they?” asked Branson.

  “Yes. I guess so.” She scowled at Max as he landed next to Milly and handed her the shirt as though he’d brought her a present. “Even if they are animals.”

  “Don’t you like animals?”

  She was surprised to find all three men regarding her as though her answer had the weight of the world in it. “Sure. At least most of them.”

  “Big or small?”

  Her gaze flitted to Anthony’s cock. “Big or small what?”

  “Do you like big or small animals?”

  “Oh. I think small animals and I do better together. Why? Do you have pets?”

  The men looked dejected, as though she’d given them the wrong answer.

  “Nope. No pets. We already have enough animals in our home.”

  “What does that mean?”

  Montana’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Never mind. We’d better get going. The trek back to the Jeep is a long one.”

  Why did she feel as though she’d let them down? Worse, why did she feel like they were hiding something from her?

  * * * *

  “This is wrong. Just plain-ass wrong.” Anthony stood in the middle of Arielle’s room as Branson and Montana pulled out drawers and checked in the closet. They’d asked Arielle to fix them an enormous lunch in a ruse to keep her occupied. Although she’d been thrown by the request, she’d quickly agreed to do her best.

  “Be sure to search the clothes she was wearing when we found her.” Montana’s scowl, however, told of his displeasure. He didn’t like what they were doing any more than Anthony did.

  “We should wait for her to tell us what’s going on.” Yet, he was just as anxious as his friends to find out.

  “Why would a girl working on a cruise ship have a bunch of jewels on her?” Branson slipped his hands under the mattress. “It’s not like she could ever afford one of them, much less a bag of them.”

  He was right, of course, but it didn’t make what they were doing any easier to stomach. “Maybe they’re costume jewels.”

  Branson arched an eyebrow. “Like the ruby Montana found on the beach?”

  The ruby was real enough. As a dragon that had made fortunes on the exchange of precious gems, Anthony wouldn’t argue the fact. “There has to be a reason for her having them.”

  “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

  “How’s finding the bag going to help us? Do you think she has a receipt for fuck’s sake?”

  “I don’t know, but if you have any other suggestions, I’m all ears,” added Branson.

  “How about we just ask her?” As soon as he’d suggested it, he knew they’d never go for it.

  “If she were going to tell us on her own, she would have done so already.” Montana slid out the bottom drawer of the dresser, revealing haphazardly thrown clothes.

  Was their future mate a slob? Not that it mattered. They’d grow to accept and love whatever faults she had. Being messy with her clothes was a small thing.

  “Here it is.” Montana held up the small black bag.

  Damn. He’d been half hoping they wouldn’t find it.

  Montana pulled the bag open then poured the jewels out. Rubies, diamonds, and emeralds still sparkled even in the low lighting of the bedroom. Although it was only a small handful of gems, they had to be worth a lot of money. Enough money for a woman to break the law. Enough money for a woman to throw herself off a cruise ship.

  “She bailed off the ship.” Did he need to say more? Wasn’t it obvious?

  “Yeah. In the middle of a storm no less. Which means someone found out that she was a thief.” A cloud darkened Branson’s face.

  “They found out, and the only way to keep from getting arrested was to jump overboard.” Montana slipped the gems back into the bag. “That’s going pretty damn far not to get caught.”

  “A whole lot of people would do the same for that kind of payday. Those are probably worth millions.” Branson’s voice sounded tired as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

  “So our future mate is a criminal.” That was the last thing he’d ever have thought would happen once they’d found their mate.

  “So we’re sure?” Montana checked with Branson and then Anthony. “She’s the one?”

  “Yeah. She’s it.” Before they’d had sex, Anthony had been ninety-nine percent sure. After tasting her, feeling her body next to his, he was positive. She was the woman they’d waited to share. “At least as far as I’m concerned.”

  “No doubt on my part,” said Branson. Yet, still, he sounded dejected.

  “Yeah. I agree. She’s our mate.” Montana returned the bag to its hiding place. “Now what do we do?”

  As Anthony had suspected, finding the jewels hadn’t give
n them any more information to go on than before. “We have to ask ourselves a hard question. Are we willing to harbor a criminal, to keep her safe from arrest, because she’s our mate? Or do we turn her over to the authorities and hope she still wants us?”

  “You’re assuming she wants us now.” Branson turned to stare out the window. “We had sex with her, but no one’s said anything about staying together for a lifetime. As far as we know, she could already have a husband.”

  Anthony hadn’t thought about that. His gut twisted. Even if she was the one they wanted as their mate, they’d never break a marriage apart. And if she had kids… No, she would’ve said something about having children and needing to get back to them.

  He shook his head, denying both the possibility of her having a family or them being so heartless that they’d tear that family apart.

  “She wants us.” Branson pivoted around to face them. “No woman gives herself to men like she did unless she wants them. I felt it, and I know you did, too. I’m willing to bet it was more than a physical thing for her. She’s not the type to jump into bed”—a grin spread across his face—“or out of a tree with men she doesn’t feel connected to. Nah, she’s into us.”

  “But how much is she into us?” asked Anthony. “Enough to give back a fortune in jewels?”

  “Maybe. Especially since she knows we have money. More money than she’d get for the loot.” Montana dragged a hand through his hair.

  “She’d have to turn herself in.”

  “What if she didn’t?” Would his idea work?

  “I don’t get what you mean.” Still, the red flashed in Branson’s eyes as hope found its place.

  “What if we return the jewels anonymously? Then she doesn’t go to jail and the owners get their gems back. It would be a win-win for all of us.”

  “I guess that might work,” answered Montana. “Although she’d have to admit to taking them first. Which brings us back to the original question. Do we confront her about the bag, or do we hold steady and wait for her to bring it up?”

  “Is there a third option?” joked Branson.