The Lost Siren: Rise of the Drakens Book 1 Raven Storm (books for 8th graders .TXT) 📖

my head and chased away the lingering lethargy. I licked the wound clean when I was done, but I didn’t need to; both were already healed.

“Blood transfers bring an immediate boost to our healing abilities.” I tilted my head to the side, trying to fight through the smoldering fire burning through my body, demanding my immediate attention.

“Black magic?” I managed to ask.

They nodded as we all glowed with renewed strength. They both slid into their draken forms, discarding their few clothes in a heap on the floor. I made a low sound of need at the sight of their naked, muscled bodies, anxiety warring with my desire. Kieran laid me gently down on the bed, and I stroked one of his wings, the shimmering colors reminding me of fire. He shivered in pleasure. My hands trailed the hard contours of his chest, down his stomach and pausing as I took in the sight of him. I pulled my hand back, losing my courage.

“You know we would never hurt you or do anything against your will.”

And that was true, wasn’t it? My loyal, faithful Kieran. My arms hooked around his neck, pulling him down against me. His blood soared through my veins, giving me courage and a feeling of daring. I decided to embrace it.

“If you both don’t shut up and just...get over here, I’ll never speak to you again.” Ronan’s eyebrows nearly went to his hairline as Kieran laughed, tumbling with me onto the small bed. Ronan stood beside us, his eyes shining with need.

Those were the last words spoken as Kieran kissed me roughly, his mouth delving into mine. Ronan’s hands dipped under my dress and snaked up my legs, feeling every inch of skin before turning his attention to my chest. One claw carefully slit a line down the center of my dress, and he ripped it down, exposing my breasts to the cool air. They were going to have to buy me more clothing with the way they kept shredding it. I groaned in approval, craving more of the feel of his sharp claws against my skin.

Kieran trailed his lips from behind my ear down to my collarbone, while the rough scales across Ronan’s hands scraped against my nipples. Between all the sensations, I was lost in rapture. I moaned, and it only increased their fervor. My hand drifted down Kieran’s body, finding him hard and ready for me. I grasped him at the base of his member, running my hands across his tip. He growled back, biting down on my neck as I writhed in delight against him. Ronan’s head went under my dress, and then I felt him kissing and nibbling between my thighs. I could have died right then and there; happy and lost amidst the delicious tingle from every part of my body.

Kieran shifted, kneeling beside my head. Before I could lose my nerve, I reached out and pulled his hips close to my face. My hands roved across his length, marveling at how soft yet hard it was. I reached out with my tongue and gently licked his tip, and his hands tightened around my shoulders in a painful grip. If such a small touch made him do that, what would happened if I did more?

The sound he made when I took him fully in my mouth I wouldn't forget for the rest of my life; that gasping, choked sound of complete surprise. He slowly pumped in and out between my lips while I licked around him, pausing to swirl my tongue at his tip. His hands buried in my hair at the same moment Ronan forced my legs apart and swiped lightly at my core with his tongue. I went rigid, my mind blank as this totally new, glorious feeling took over. Kieran slid himself from my mouth, continuing his work of marking every clean inch of skin from my neck to my shoulders with his teeth. Ronan’s tongue licked and swirled, then he slowly slid one finger inside of me, and then slid it back out. I went cross-eyed in frustration.

Then his tongue replaced his fingers, and a screech left my mouth as Kieran pinched my nipples hard. The pressure was building, fast and furious as they both worked my body like a precise machine, all the parts working together to reach one final, glorious conclusion. Ronan paused, then sucked me, and that’s when the pressure shattered completely. My cry was long, loud, and animalistic. Their eyes turned feral as they watched me climax, and then the door was nearly thrown off its hinges as Benedict was there, his full draken form on display.

Everything stopped. The three of us were frozen on the bed, no movement to be seen except the rapid rise and fall of our chests.

“I am first,” he snarled, and the other men backed off immediately. I barely registered what was happening as he hovered above me, still reeling as I came down from my high. Reality punctured through with the first vicious thrust inside of me, and I hissed, though whether it was from anger or pleasure I couldn’t tell. Benedict didn’t even look at me or touch me anymore than strictly needed; he just pounded into me wildly, and I hated that I loved every moment of it. He came with a grunt, then withdrew to the corner of the room, snarling at the other two. I gasped at the loss of him from my body.

Kieran snarled at him, then climbed back on the bed with Ronan. He kissed me, lovingly biting my bottom lip before nudging me until I flipped over on my stomach. His claws delicately traced a path from my neck to the base of my spine, and I sighed in happiness. Ronan sat next to me, and I reached out to grasp him in my hand, gliding up and down like I had with Kieran. Ronan growled and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me to him.

“I am next,” Kieran hissed,