The Succubus and her two Mates

21| Making up

"Do you want me now?" Brock asked softly.

Ronnie blinked slowly and thought about the morning at her apartment with him, her arousal coming strongly. His eyes darkened to his dragon. She relished in its attention.

He rose, picking her up as he did, taking her to her bed. He swiftly lay her on the bed and pulled his clothes off as she watched him. She let him take the robe off her, his gaze affixing to her naked form, taking the sight of her in.

She climbed on her knees, pulling him to her mouth, their tongues clashing immediately. He tasted like bourbon, same as her. His large hands worked their way into her hair. It felt amazing, small moans working their way up her throat. He pulled back pulling her down sharply, tracing his mouth down her neck and to her breasts, while his hand caressed her folds gently. She moaned louder at his touch. The sound ignited him and his mouth traveled swiftly down her body. His mouth tasted her, ravaging her soft flesh. She gripped the bed, looking up into the canopy of the bed, the fabric flowing.

She pushed a foot up against Brock's chest, pushing back away from him. She wasn't ready to cum - she needed him inside her first. He knelt on the bed, her foot still sitting on his left pec, waiting to see what she wanted from him. She pulled her foot back, rising up and pushing him down onto the bed, straddling him- he pulled her to him to kiss her- her kissing him back while guiding him inside her.

"Ronnie,' he growled as she started to rock on him, "I-"

"Shhh..." She touched his lips, speeding up. His thrusts rose to meet her with each stroke, the peaks and waves of his end racing hers. She felt herself fall to bits, laying forward onto Brock's chest as he grasped at her, reaching his own climax moments later.

"Ronnie," he said after a few minutes passed. She covered his mouth, but he spoke around her fingers. "Are we okay?"

Ronnie sighed out, "Yeah."

~*~

She let him sleep for a few minutes before waking him up. "Take me to Brand."

He shook himself awake. The sun was pushing its way well above the horizon now. He pulled his clothes on while Ronnie grabbed a random dress that she could just pull on.

They held hands as he walked her to Brand's room. There were a few staff moving about the place, but it was still pretty quiet this early in the morning.

She knocked on the door once Brock nodded in confirmation this was his room. When there wasn't a response, Brock opened the door explaining Brand slept heavily.

Ronnie stepped into the room. She could see his bed past his sitting room, so she walked towards it, seeing him sit up with their entrance. The early morning sun streamed through the undrawn curtains, casting a glow on him.

She licked her lips at the sight of him sitting up in his bed, his blanket gathered in his lap- this chest bare- all sleepy and sexy.

"Everything okay?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes," Ronnie responded as she climbed up on his bed. "Brock and I made up."

She pulled the blanket off him, thankful that he didn't wear anything to bed. She hiked the skirt of her dress up as she climbed on him.

Brand watched her keenly. He could smell their sex. The scent and the pull of his mates coursed through him. He could also tell the two of them were not sober.

"And you want us to make up?" He asked.

She nodded, her face serious, her eyes heavy with lust as Brock came up on the bed behind her and pulled her dress off over her head. Brand caught a nipple with his mouth as the fabric flowed over her face. He could feel her chest vibrate with a moan of pleasure.