by Ophelia Bell
“Silas!” She leaped from Gavra’s arms at the naked, towering ursa who had somehow snuck up behind her. He opened his arms and welcomed her, letting out a satisfied growl when she bounded up, wrapping both arms and legs around his torso as he enveloped her in a fierce hug.
Holding his cheeks in both hands, she showered his face with kisses, then slowed when she reached his mouth. Her lips merged with his in a hungry, urgent tangle. Silas’s arms tightened around her, his hands slipping down beneath her backside and squeezing.
Remembering her responsibilities, she reluctantly released him and looked into his eyes, then around the room behind him.
With a frown, she said, “Where’s Vrishti? I thought you were bringing her here.”
“Clio and Ephyra met us when we arrived. They insisted on giving her a tour and debriefing her on everything … which they said might take a few hours. Those two are my heroes, by the way. They told me not to waste time getting to you. Drifting’s not so bad when I know you’re at the end of it.”
Gavra’s red shape swooped in from behind her. Silas barely had time to turn his head before he was attacked. Both of Gavra’s hands bracketed his face while the dragon devoured his mouth. Assana caught a flash of teeth as Gavra bit the ursa’s lip then swept his tongue in deeper. Silas’s already stiff cock pulsed between them.
“Don’t you ever fucking do that again,” Gavra growled, still holding tight to Silas’s head, their foreheads pressed together.
“I learned my lesson,” Silas said. “But after all this time as a bystander with you two, you both fucking owe me.”
He slipped a hand to Gavra’s neck, his other arm tightening around Assana. Before she could catch a glimmer of his intentions from their shared consciousness, the air condensed around them, the telltale wetness of the drift tickling her skin.
Her ears popped and she found herself in a familiar, though unexpected space.
Gavra let out a gruff laugh. “My fucking cage? Why here, of all places?”
“Assana’s quarters are still a wreck, and this was the only other place I’ve been in the Haven that I knew had a bed. You want a different one, you’re welcome to take us there … later. Right now, I need you both too damn much.”
He rolled her over, pinning her to the bed beneath him. His stiff erection pressed between her thighs and he ground his hips into her with a low rumble. Pushing himself up with both arms, he gazed down at her.
“You all right with this?” he asked.
Breathless, she nodded at him, but frowned when he hesitated with one hand poised over the laces of her gown.
“What is it?” she asked.
Silas turned a hooded gaze to Gavra and licked his lips. Fixing his attention back on her, he said, “Ah, this is going to sound crazy, but … will you top me the way you did him the first time?”
Assana’s brows shot up and she looked at Gavra, who was standing by the bed, grinning at them both. “Brother, you’re a brave, brave man.”
“What? She’s got control of herself now.”
Assana laughed. “Just because I can control it doesn’t mean my appetite’s diminished any, but I did promise to tie you to the bed when you returned.” She took a deep breath and pulled him down to her, taking his mouth yet again and kissing him deeply. While their tongues tangled, she released her hold on her civilized human shape, releasing the primal power and letting it have free rein.
The delicious impulses sparked through her body, her skin tingling with energy. Her gentle ursa lover was back, and he wanted her wild like her dragon. Who was she to deny him his heart’s desire?
She tightened her thighs around his hips as her body swelled with the heat of her unleashed lust. Her antlers emerged from her head, the stiff protrusions alive with wild energy.
With a smooth twist and push, she flipped them both. Silas let out a soft “oof” of surprise, his eyes widening when he was beneath her. His cock kicked against his belly between them and she purred in pleasure at the heat of it, sliding her bare, slick folds up along the length.
The bed dipped behind her and Gavra rested his large hands on her shoulders, slid them down her chest, and hooked the bodice of her dress with his fingers. She inhaled sharply when he grasped the fabric and wrenched it apart, tearing the garment cleanly all the way to her crotch. He cupped her breasts and pressed his mouth to her neck.
“Take him the way you took me, baby. That’s what he wants. Give it to him.”
Silas slid his hands up her thighs, pausing at the tops, and brushed his thumbs over the parted flesh, pulling her farther apart so that her stiff clit was visible. She kept her gaze fixed to his face, enjoying the rapt attention he had on her core. He licked his lips just as his thumb came into contact with her clit, sliding her juices over it and rubbing in a slow, delicious circle.
Gaia, that was good, but Gavra was right. Silas had asked for something, and she intended to give it to him.
Grasping his wrists in both hands she pushed his arms above his head and held them there. Silas arched beneath her, letting out a hum of approval when her breasts brushed his cheeks. She paused in that position, taking her time summoning the vines to bind his hands and enjoying the hungry sucking of his mouth as he devoured each of her nipples in turn.
Behind her, Gavra made a similar noise of affirmation and she felt the rear panel of her dress grow taut as he ripped it from hem to back. The two halves fell off her shoulders and hung destroyed around her elbows. He grazed his palms down her arched back, over her bare ass, and teased one thumb between the cheeks around the tightness of her opening.
“Baby, I’ve wanted this since Fate sent you to my dreams years ago. I’m going to have this ass tonight while Silas fucks that hot little cunt of yours.”
Assana tightened her grip on Silas’s bound wrists, her eyelids fluttering closed. Neither of them had made any overtures toward taking her like that, though both men had eagerly played with her ass multiple times. She’d begun to wonder if it was only Silas’s more ready rear that Gavra desired. Now she knew better.
Gavra held her cheeks spread and she lost herself when his hot breath ghosted against her sensitive opening, followed by a soft press of his lips there. It was only a kiss, then a gentle lick of his forked tongue that toyed around and around before sliding down between her legs and tickling between her parted flesh.
Silas continued sucking her nipples, his mouth making regular circuits back and forth while his swollen cockhead brushed against her lower abdomen. He stopped suddenly and let out a harsh grunt, his head falling back against the pillow.
Assana opened her eyes and looked down between them to see Gavra’s big hand wrapped around Silas’s shaft, his tongue coiled around the head as he licked and sucked until Silas’s hips pushed up into him.
“Fuck,” Silas groaned when Gavra stopped. “You fucking tease. I need more!”
“You need to get into this tight pussy, don’t you?” Gavra asked, then pressed Silas’s tip to Assana’s opening and slid him up along the length of her slit, then back, swirling his head around and around her stiff, throbbing clit.
Assana moaned, realizing that despite her primal need to fuck, she was as much Gavra’s toy as Silas was, and she loved it. She dug her nails into the pillows on either side of Silas’s head, and when Gavra finally positioned Silas at her soaked opening, she pressed her mouth to Silas’s lips. They moaned into each other, tongues thrusting and sliding as Silas lifted his hips, eagerly pushing his cock deep into her aching pussy.
Gavra’s hand remained between them, thumb and forefinger bracketing Silas’s root until he was fully seated into her. He kept his hand against her folds as Silas slid out, fingers toying gently with her clit. Then his mouth was between her cheeks again, tongue darting out and swirling around and around her rear opening, wetting it with his saliva.
With one hand still steadily teasing her clit, h
e pressed two fingers of his other to her sensitive rosette. She groaned into Silas’s kiss, her senses reeling from the sudden simultaneous thrust of the cock into her pussy and the fingers into her ass. Pleasure jolted through her at the combination of sensations, and she didn’t dare release Silas from the kiss lest she lose herself completely.
Gavra added another finger to the pair in her backside, twisted his hand, and flared them, stretching her opening more. At the same time, Silas changed his tempo, began fucking into her harder, faster, the thick head of his cock rubbing exquisitely at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her channel. Her clit remained the sole focus of Gavra’s other hand and her pleasure climbed ever higher.
“Sweet Mother, your ass was made for my cock as much as his was, I think,” Gavra said. He pushed his fingers deeper and his thighs brushed the backs of hers as he positioned himself. Then his fingers were gone and the smooth, hot thickness of his cock pressed at her opening. She bore down, readying herself for him. The deliberate loosening of her muscles opened her pussy at the same time, allowing Silas to plunge in even deeper at the same second Gavra slid home, his cock slamming into her in one swift thrust.
Reflexively, Assana bit down on Silas’s lip and she grunted harshly. Tears came to her eyes at the sudden, overwhelming blast of pleasure that tore through her.
Silas let out a grunt of his own, then laughed and stared up at her, tongue testing at his bloodied lip. His gaze was feverish when it met hers, his cock fat and hard as he plunged it deep. It was all she could do to hang onto sanity, but then she remembered that she was allowed to let go. Wild was how they wanted her.
She released a near howl in response to the currents of ecstasy that tore through her body. She pushed back against their cocks, twisting her hips in time with their thrusts, urging them both deeper, harder.
“Fuck yeah,” Silas said, grinning up at her, his eyes bright with excitement and lust. His bound hands opened and closed, his thick arms flexing, using his bindings to leverage himself to fuck her deeper. “Let me have your mouth again, baby. I want a taste of you.”
Delirious with pleasure, she obliged, lips crashing against his and growling when his teeth sank in enough to draw blood from her this time. The sharp tang of his blood hit her lips too, and she took his lip into her mouth and sucked. The power of their exchange plunged into her soul, sending her flying over the edge in a bucking, writhing torrent. She reared back, the movement pushing her harder onto both their cocks.
Gavra was there, his mouth at her throat, his hands cupping her breasts as he held her against his chest, hips smacking over and over against her ass as he continued to fuck her harder than he’d ever fucked her before.
“That’s right, baby. Take our cocks deep. Feel us in you all the way. Need to get deeper … feel you both together inside like before. Oh fuck, there … there you are.”
His cock swelled, his snarl in her ear rising in pitch and volume until it was a roar. Silas bucked beneath her, his voice joining hers and Gavra’s as they hit their shared climax.
And together their consciousnesses merged, becoming a twisting kaleidoscope of power, light, and love, all surrounding that new entity that they’d created together the first time she’d had both men fill her womb with their seed at the same time.
They were four, in that moment. Three souls together, with a fourth held cradled between them. Their blood, their power, and their love made whole in the brilliant new life of their child.
Assana remained poised there, savoring the way their souls merged more deeply than their bodies. Slowly, she came back to her physical self and its myriad aftershocks. She’d fallen onto Silas’s chest and his lips brushed the side of her cheek, hot breath gusting against her skin while his cock still softly pulsed within her. Gavra’s arm was wrapped around her, his hand softly clutching her breast and his mouth pressed to the center of her back.
She sighed as her dragon slowly eased out of her, hating his departure, but comforted by the way his essence remained locked with hers in their minds. When Gavra slipped to the side, she rolled off Silas. As an afterthought, she banished the vines that bound him and his arms immediately wrapped around her, turning her so that his chest was to her back.
Silas rumbled his contentment against her shoulder. “I needed that. Thank you.”
Gavra turned to his side to face her and shifted closer, his legs brushing against hers. She reflexively slung one thigh over his, and Silas braided his legs with theirs. They lay in a tangle of limbs and afterglow, her world complete between her two mates.
Silas slipped a hand down her stomach to rest against her womb. Inside her, the tiny bundle of power pulsed in response.
“If it’s a girl, we should name her Vrishti,” he said. “I wouldn’t have made it back here without her help.”
Assana murmured softly in agreement. She definitely owed the ursa her gratitude. “And if it’s a boy?” she asked.
“If it’s a boy, we call him Woody,” Silas said.
Gavra let out a sudden snort of laughter.
“In your dreams, bear,” Assana said, but couldn’t suppress a grin.
Epilogue
Meri
“Doctor Waters, specimen number five is spiking again. He’s off the charts this time.”
Meri cursed, her scalp prickling with agitation and the sense that everything was about to go wrong. She’d managed to subdue Nereus for a few days, but it hadn’t lasted. As she watched, his fingers began to twitch. If she had to, she would permanently neutralize him, but hoped that wouldn’t be necessary. It would be a major setback to her progress with the vessel. She needed Nereus’s blood if she was going to stay on schedule.
“Delay his flow for twenty-four hours and dose him with the drugs. I’m needed at the Johannesburg facility, so report the results to me there.”
The white-coated technician nodded and adjusted the meters on the digital monitors in front of him. The troublesome twitching in Nereus’s fingers stopped and the jagged readout of his cerebral activity evened out. How long it would stay that way, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t stay and watch.
The Alexandria Institute’s facilities had been experiencing periodic interruptions in their network connectivity that troubled her. Their technology was the most advanced possible and was constantly being updated, their security protocols changed daily. Yet something—or someone—had managed to breach several of their local networks within the last few days. No data had been compromised, but if they didn’t nail down where the breaches originated from, it would only be a matter of time.
After losing control of the three Elites shortly after she’d lost Nikhil, she’d tightened security, effectively creating islands of each of the Institute’s several dozen facilities. The organization wasn’t entirely off the grid, and relied on their wide area network to function. She didn’t have the brain power to control all the thousands of Ultiori who worked for her now. The vessel was a much higher priority.
Luckily the facility the vessel was in was completely isolated from the others, hidden away in a remote location at the farthest reaches of civilization. No one knew its precise location but her. Not even the technicians who lived there full-time knew where they were.
But the Ultiori’s resources depended on maintaining the security of the other sites, so she had to leave to ensure none of them had truly been compromised.
Returning to her office, she closed and locked the door, then pulled a small bottle from the top drawer of her desk. Removing the dropper, she opened her mouth and deposited a single drop of the crimson liquid onto her tongue.
Within seconds, the power of the River flooded her and she drifted, targeting her destination with the ease of thousands of years of practice.
She arrived seconds later to another room, not much different from the one she’d left. The office she kept in the Johannesburg facility had windows, how
ever, and a brilliant sunset cast a pink glow over the dim interior.
Unlocking her door, she exited and swiftly made her way to the security wing of the facility.
“What do you have?” she demanded. The security commander nodded and stood, moving to the heavy door that led to the holding area where they kept new captives before they were processed and assigned their own cells.
“Quite a lucky break, actually. I think you’ll be pleased,” he said, keying in his code and leaning in for the retinal scan to capture the image of his eye. She followed him through the doorway and stopped in front of the windowed cell door several yards down the hall.
“This one escaped the Canadian facility’s breach, but we managed to catch up with him in Madagascar the other day. There’s no way he’s getting free again.”
Meri’s eyes widened as she met the familiar gaze of the man on the other side.
“You missed me, I can tell,” Calder said. “But I have all the time in the world to catch up. You might want to pull up a chair.
Immortal Dragons Book 5
DRAGON GUARDIAN
COMING DECEMBER 2017
Time isn’t on Aodh’s side when he gets trapped in a magical prison on an island thousands of years in the past. The only people who can save him are an old lover he didn’t exactly part on good terms with, and the innocent ursa female whose true power has yet to be unleashed as long as she remains a virgin.
Aodh’s Fated Mates, Neph and Vrishti, have never met. When the ancient satyr and ursa princess finally do, they aren’t quite sure they can trust each other. Will they be able to overcome their misgivings enough to pool their powers and rescue the man they both love?
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Books by Ophelia Bell
Sleeping Dragons Series
Animus
Tabula Rasa
Gemini
Shadows
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