Page 99 of Tears of Gold

Chapter Thirty-One

Ava

I tiptoe back into the cabin in the early-morning light after answering nature’s call and lean against one of the structural beams to watch my guys sleep. Skye sleeps on his back, one hand on Erritt’s hip, smiling as he snores softly.

These blissful days are tying us together, physically and emotionally as we learn about each other, and my heart pulses with a devotion I never knew was possible.

A rightness.

How do I show Erritt, Skye and Harper how much I love them? How can I pour out what’s in my heart? There never seems to be much that I can do to help them; instead, they’re always helping me.

I shed my shirt and climb on the tail end of the bed, gently peeling the blanket back. Skye sleeps naked, much to my delight. I get the sense that he’s quite the naturalist, which makes sense when he spends so much of his time in his dragon body.

Beside him, Erritt curls his back into Skye, his arms still reaching out to the gap in the bed where I slept beside him. Harper sleeps on his stomach, one hand under the pillow, which is where I’d guess he usually keeps at least one knife.

Each one of them endures hard lives, trapped as a royal, hated as a dragon, and drifting as a rogue. It makes me grateful for my life, even with a heart condition slowing me down. At least I’ve had a family that loves me and helps me through it all.

But now these three men are my family too, in a new and thrilling way. I want them to know what’s in my heart, and the best way is through touch because they’ll read everything else from me.

Gently, I pull Erritt’s underwear back and draw his soft cock in my mouth. Reaching either side, I take hold of Skye and slip my fingers into Harper’s boxers, one cock in each hand, and begin to massage.

Erritt is the first to wake, gasping softly and reaching for my hair as he quickly hardens. Harper’s legs twitch and his hand comes to rest on mine around his swelling cock. Moments later, Skye’s own moans wake him. He clutches at Erritt, then reaches a foot for more contact with me.

“Fuck me!” His voice cracks. “I could die a happy dragon right now.”

I chuckle around a full mouth.

A thrill sweeps through me as each one reacts to my touch, first twitching, then shivering and thrusting into my touch. I explore every ridge and contour of their erections, similar but different in their own way. I love that they are mine to play with, to affect, to pleasure. All three of them moan, breathing heavily.

Harper’s hips lift in time to my stroking, and his grip around mine tightens. His free hand swings out, knocking against Erritt by accident. The prince lets go of my hair and takes his hand. Harper doesn’t pull away, and my heart overflows.

Their truce has become something more.

A moment later, I drag on Harper’s knee, trying to move him closer. Erritt pulls him, sensing my intentions. As he shuffles closer, I shift position and move my lips from Erritt’s dick to Harper’s. Skye tries to feel my ass as I maneuver, but I slap his hand away. This moment is for me to work. Harper’s breath catches as I suck him down.

Tingles form between my own legs from the sounds they make, hard bodies writhing onto the sheets. All three of them are so amazingly sexy. Powerful, confident, capable. And now mine.

A minute later, I switch to Skye, getting only a third of his giant length in my mouth. I have to fight the gag reflex, but I’m practicing getting them deeper in my mouth. Erritt, feeling Skye’s deep pleasure as well as my hand on him, shudders, thrusting into my fingers. He groans and tenses, his cock flexing in waves as he orgasms into my fist.

Harper gasps and fills my hand with his milky offering as Skye’s knees quiver.

Their cries kick my libido into top gear. I work them mercilessly till their cocks are completely empty. I lick into the split at Skye’s tip, and he gasps. His body folds up, and he bears down, cock swelling. I’m not quite brave enough yet to swallow him down so I move my hand across from Erritt to ride Skye out.

They lay in a panting row as I kneel up and watch them proudly. A sheen of sweat glistens on their skin. Erritt hooks his feet around me, pulling me across his body. He hugs me and kisses me firmly.

“You know you started this right?” Skye leans across, resting his hand on the small of my back. I flutter my lashes at him as his hand slides down the curve of my bum.

“Isn’t it breakfast time?” I ask.

“Yes, and our breakfast is you,” Erritt says, nibbling on my ear.

Giggling, I roll away. Harper catches me and slings me back onto the bed. “Not so fast, missy!” He pins my wrists and leans in to kiss me.

I twist away and buck, pretending to fight. He lets go and I jerk up, but Skye catches me from behind. He lifts my hands above my head, trapping my wrists easily with one powerful grip. He trails the back of his fingers down my arm, and I shudder as tingles run through my body.

“Looks like I learned something cool from the rogue,” he murmurs in my ear. Goosebumps pop from my skin. His fingertips circle all the sensitive skin he can reach, under my neck, down my underarm and sides, and around my breasts, without touching my rock-hard nipples. Low sounds creep from the back of my throat, and my body writhes. Erritt leans between my legs, and he traces the soft skin there.

“Oh shit,” I gasp as my body jerks reactively.