Clan healers, Baxter and Zane, have their work cut out for them when five human women appear in the Land of Feury. They instantly recognize one of the women as their Desired, but with the other four women continually getting injured they struggle to find the time to convince Binda she’s precious to them.
Binda battles to find her place in Feury as her friends all find love with their Dragon Warriors. Convinced she doesn’t belong on Feury she sets about finding a way back to Earth. But when she attempts to leave, things don’t go as she planned...
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, rimming, spanking
Binda felt the loss instantly as she curled up on the couch by herself. Zane's body heat had kept her warm while he'd held her. She shivered a little at both the temperature change and in anticipation. Maybe also a little out of fear.
She shook her head.
"Before you both shift, please tell me you have full control over your dragons? You're not going to forget you know me and decide on barbecue for dinner?"
Baxter laughed while Zane gave her a funny look.
"I assure you we have full control. Our dragon is as much a part of us as our human form is. You have nothing to fear."
Hmm, easy for him to say. She'd seen how big these guys were in animal form. No way would she not be scared at least a little at the sheer size of them. Wrapping her arms around her knees she nodded to them.
"Let's do this."
She squeezed her eyes shut at the bright flash of light before blinking them clear. The family room had looked huge before. It now felt like a tiny box. Of course, the two massive ten foot tall dragons standing in front of her, would crowd any space. She swallowed past a lump in her throat as she gripped her legs tighter to her chest. Part of her wanted to run, and another part wanted to go cuddle them. It was a bizarre mix of feelings.
They both gracefully lowered to lie on the floor, then looked up at her with big round frosty blue eyes. The same color irises that she had gazed into earlier when they’d been men. Their fronts and the webbing of their wings were the same blue. The rest was a deep green, the same as their hair had been as men. Neither dragon moved as she allowed her gaze to roam over each one head to tail. The longer they stayed still, the more she relaxed.
Curious as to the texture of their skin and following some internal instinct she couldn't pinpoint, she rose to her feet and moved to stand between the animals. She kneeled down and reached out to stroke the snout of each one. She gasped as sparks of awareness spread up her arms and through her body. She shuddered on a moan as the sensation settled low in her belly. Loud purring had her lifting her head. Since when did dragons purr? She'd never read that one in any of her shifter books.
Assuming when they changed to dragon they didn't switch places, it was Zane lifting his head slowly. She trailed her fingers down his snout. When her hand got to his lips they parted and a soft wet tongue pressed into her palm. Vibrations trailed up her arm, and she gasped as realization hit.
"Your tongues vibrate? Seriously?"
A bright flash had her pulling back from Zane moments before Baxter knelt behind her. With a knee beside each of her hips his body caged hers. There was no way to miss the thick leather encased erection resting against her lower back. He trailed his strong fingers down her arms until he had each of her hands in his. With her palms facing out, he brought her hands up to stroke Zane.
"You can feel the connection, can't you, precious one?"
She opened her mouth to respond, but her dry throat wouldn't allow words to pass. She nodded as her eyes slid closed. Baxter nuzzled into her neck with a moan. She tilted to give him more space, and he began kissing his way up to her jaw.
"Keep your hands on Zane, Binda."
No problem there. She loved how his smooth scales and leathery skin felt. Baxter's touch disappeared from her hands and returned on her sides. He gripped the bottom of her shirt and began raising it up. She briefly lifted her hands from Zane as Baxter stripped the shirt from her completely. She returned her palms to Zane’s scales as Baxter growled and struggled to unclip her bra. After a minute or so he managed to work it out. She gasped as her breasts sprang free. At a double-D her girls appreciated the freedom. She quickly pulled each arm free from the straps, not wanting to be parted from Zane, and let the material fall wherever. Warm lips gliding down her spine had her arching forward in pleasure. The movement pressed her against Zane's snout. His smooth warm scales against her sensitive nipples had her shuddering.
A tug at her side had her glancing down to see Baxter holding the waist of her shorts away from her skin as Zane provided a claw to slice down the side seam. In shocked silence she watched them repeat the process with her knickers then again on the other side until she was naked.