Dragon Blues (Immortal Dragons Book 1)

by Ophelia Bell

  “I submit to you both, Iszak and Lukas North.”

  “That’s right, baby,” Lukas said, threading his fingers into her hair at the base of her skull. “You’re ours now.”

  She didn’t need his guiding hand on the back of her head to urge her to take Iszak’s cock. The swollen head of it beckoned to her, pink and shining and glorious. She extended her dragon tongue and swiped it up the underside along his entire length, capturing the escaped droplet of fluid and savoring it with a shudder of ecstasy. Both their auras were enveloping her now, and Lukas’s free hand had snaked around her to cup one of her breasts, steadily teasing at her nipple.

  The submission had left her oddly languid, as though drunk from the powerlessness—even more than she’d been while tied to Lukas’s bed—or to the cross Nik bound her to for their games. This was somehow more perfect, more beautiful and enticing to her. In spite of the ropes binding her wrists and the cock sliding along her lips, seeking entry, neither man held any animosity toward her now. Even Lukas, who had first come into the room still knotted up with his conflict had let it go, had let his true feelings for her rise to the surface again.

  “God, I love you,” he murmured in her ear before tracing a kiss down her neck. He let his hand slide down her stomach and slip between her thighs. All she could do was hum with the pleasure as she took Iszak’s cock fully into her mouth, leaning in with the help of Lukas’s guiding hand to engulf his brother entirely. She relished the steady push and pull of him, directing her with the same rhythm as his fingers moving in and out of her tight, needy cunt.

  Iszak groaned when she wrapped her tongue around him entirely and worked his entire length, eager for his release and the infusion of energy it would give her—and even more eager to simply taste his essence, hot on her tongue.

  But abruptly he pulled back, ceasing contact with her, and fisted his own cock a few inches from her face. She tried to stretch her tongue to reach him but he pulled back farther.

  “Not yet, honey. This is the part where we make you beg for what you need.” He stroked his cock swiftly, his palm making slick sounds as he brought himself off without even touching her, deliberately depriving her of his Nirvana.

  The proximity to his pleasure physically hurt. Her insides clenched and cramped painfully, as a starving person’s might when simply catching the scent of food they were not allowed to eat. She was too shocked to respond, but it finally registered what he’d meant by “punish” earlier. Physical pain she could endure, but this was something new, and horrific.

  He let out a harsh cry. She could only watch with Lukas’s hand holding tight to her neck as the creamy seed erupted from Iszak’s tip, landing hot and wet on her lips and neck. She reflexively darted her tongue out to catch the fluid dripping from her upper lip—hungry, and hoping for some reprieve from her pain. The flavor of him was more sweet than salty, and she closed her eyes, savoring it. But she needed more than just his spend. She needed his energy. Being with Lukas the week before had infused her with a healthy dose, but being outside the Glade, she grew hungry more quickly than the other dragons did. The power that infused the Glade itself had been the only thing sustaining her and her siblings for so long, she’d nearly forgotten how sweet it was to taste the Nirvana of a lover. Now she craved it like she couldn’t believe.

  “My turn,” Lukas said, his warm presence disappearing from behind her. A second later, he was in front of her again, his cock stiff and ready at her lips. She took him in her mouth eagerly, hoping that he would be kind enough not to cease contact when he came.

  Iszak took his place behind her, his large hands cupping both her breasts and his breath hot against her ear. “You are so beautiful with my spunk all over you. I can’t wait to fill your little snatch up with it later.”

  Belah moaned in response, her core tightening reflexively in response to the very idea of having him inside her.

  But even as Iszak’s hand moved between her thighs and came close to bringing her off to a mind-blowing end of her own, Lukas pulled away, leaving her wanting even more.

  “Please, no,” she said, unwanted tears springing to her eyes and streaming down her cheeks as she was forced to watch his beautiful energy explode into nothingness. Wasted because of their wicked game. She’d ached for Lukas’s Nirvana for days after being with him. Now her entire body hurt from the longing in every cell for a taste. She didn’t even care about her own release any longer. This wasn’t the same as the precious pain Lukas had given her before. This was true torture.

  She broke down entirely, not even aware of what she said, only that she desperately needed them, needed more. They may as well be bleeding her dry the way Nik had. The slow trickle of their seed over her chest and down her belly might have been her own blood.

  “It was my blood,” she cried out. “Yes, my blood made them and I hate myself for it every day. I loved him and he stole it from me. If you want to beat them, the best chance you have now is to bleed me dry, the way he did. It’ll give you immeasurable power, but you will go mad from it, I promise you. If that’s what you truly want, you can have it. And become monsters like the Ultiori.” She crumpled into a sobbing mess, hating herself for even offering the idea to them. If they were vengeful enough they might take it and unleash even worse horrors on the higher races—or the entire world. But she didn’t care anymore.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Baby, don’t cry,” Lukas said. Her confession broke his heart. Shit, if he’d known what she’d really been through he wouldn’t have acted like such an ass to her. And for fuck’s sake, doing what they’d both done … what the hell were they thinking? It was low even for them.

  “I think we crossed a line here, brother,” he said, staring up at Iszak. His brother looked as shocked as he felt but moved wordlessly to untie Belah’s hands and hoist her in his arms.

  Lukas followed while his brother carried her to the large bathroom they shared. He moved into the expansive shower and turned on the hot water, then stepped out to shed the rest of his clothes.

  She didn’t respond at all when he delicately removed her from Iszak’s arms and moved her under the hot water while his brother undressed.

  What a fucking crazy situation this had all been. If she’d only told him everything the first night, he might’ve come around. But he hadn’t exactly given her a chance, had he?

  They were all Fate’s pawns at the end of it. As much as they liked to believe they had control, they never really did.

  As he watched Belah’s stricken face cleared by the water of his and his brother’s insults to her, he remembered Evie and the last thing she’d said to him as she’d run off thinking she’d met the one. “Find love, brother. Don’t question it when it happens. Embrace it.”

  That man had been a Hunter and led their sister to her death.

  The woman in his arms may have caused the horror, but she was also the first victim. If he could redeem her, he might be able to accept his sister’s death.

  “Baby, I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go.”

  “I’ve never hurt so much from not even being touched. Why?”

  “Because we’re fools,” Iszak said, delicately cleaning her face with a wet cloth. “Our hate for the Hunters blinded us, didn’t let us accept the gift that you truly are.”

  “Can you forgive us?” Lukas said, peering down into her blue eyes, wet lashes blinking up at him. She reached a hand up to smooth it down his cheek, turned her head and did the same to Iszak. The gentle gesture and the love in her gaze for both of them made his chest ache with regret for how he’d behaved. But if she could forgive them they might be able to redeem themselves.

  “Just promise me you won’t let your Nirvana ever go to waste again. Or your seed,” she added, looking down at the cloth Iszak still held limply in one hand.

  “I think we can manage that,” Lukas said, his throat tight with unspoken gratitude that she didn’t reject them. “We can start now, if you’re up for it.”


  She smiled, her eyes flashing with that telltale inner light. “Let me give to you, first. And not the way I did earlier.” Her slender hand slipped down over her wet torso and his eyes followed until she reached the bare cleft between her thighs. She stroked herself slowly, tilting her head back in pleasure.

  “You’re going to make us watch now, aren’t you?” Iszak said gruffly. “I suppose we deserve it.”

  “Consider it an invitation to finish what you started,” she said. “Set me down, Lukas. I think your brother wants a chance to redeem himself. The difference is I won’t make you stop until I’ve marked you both.”

  Lukas let her slide free of his arms, and she moved beneath the shower briefly, wetting her entire body while they watched. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up into the streaming water, washing away the remnants of their essence that they’d left on her skin. When she stepped back and beckoned to them both, they went as though she’d tugged on invisible leashes around their necks. For a woman so submissive only moments earlier, she didn’t hesitate to turn the tables when the situation warranted.

  Something in her self-assurance made his breath catch and his cock harden again to see. Of course he had to remind himself that she wasn’t the delicate waif she appeared to be. She’d survived the first Hunter. And now she wanted to breed with him and his brother in order to beat their enemy.

  They flanked her, both slipping their hands between her thighs at once, but she cupped a hand over their target and shook her head. She pulled his brother into a deep kiss that went on long enough for Lukas to feel a little put out. When she broke away, she said, “Use your tongue.”

  Iszak smiled and sank to his knees in front of her. She lifted a foot onto his shoulder and rested her hand on his head, gazing down at him with an expression of pure joy as he delved in.

  Lukas frowned, uncertain if he really could share her with his brother. He’d had her all to himself for one glorious night before learning the truth about her. It would take some adjusting, but it had to be worth it.

  She must have sensed his envy. Raising a hand to his chin, she forced him to return his gaze to hers. Her lips parted and she let out a little gasp of pleasure and smiled at him, eyes sparkling.

  “You are the first man I’ve loved in thousands of years, Lukas. Don’t forget that. But I have enough to spare for you both. May I mark you now?”

  Simply looking into her eyes made the uncertainty fade away. He dipped his head to kiss her, savoring her wet lips for a second the way he imagined his brother was savoring her more tender flesh. Reluctantly, he pulled back and waited. Her arm snaked around his side and pulled him closer, the soft warmth of her mouth pressed against his chest, her tongue flicking out, teasing at his left nipple for a second before trailing higher. She closed her eyes and traced a slow pattern in his chest, repeated the motions again, and then with a moan of ecstasy, the magic began to sear his skin. The tip of her tongue glowed neon blue with it. It hurt, but the pain was only superficial to the flood of energy that embedded itself in his skin.

  She’d submitted to them both, which had been amazing in itself, but this act was even more mesmerizing to him. When she finally stopped and pulled back, all he could think was how lucky he’d been to find her, and how much he would relish filling her with his seed.

  But he wasn’t the only one she needed to mark. She was staring down at Iszak now, her chest heaving as his tongue worked her thoroughly.

  Lukas squeezed his brother’s shoulder. “Tag,” he said, which earned him a low chuckle, no doubt reminding Iszak of the more innocent childhood games they would play with their sister and friends, flying among the clouds.

  Iszak stood and Lukas took his place, eager to taste her again and be the one to take her to her climax. A more exquisite flavor he’d never tasted, and he was rewarded with a breathy moan from her as his tongue sank between her folds. He found the swollen nub of her clit and teased it lightly with his teeth. Her low moans became muffled. Lukas glanced up to see his brother kissing her before bending his head to attend to her breasts.

  They’d made a good team at one time in the past. They’d even had their own band together for awhile in the, but after Evie’s death found it impossible to work together. He supposed it was the fact that they’d found different musical outlets to help them cope. Even though their styles weren’t dissimilar, they preferred a different scene. At least they’d figured it out before the conflict destroyed their relationship entirely.

  Now, Iszak seemed to anticipate exactly what Belah needed and was ready when Lukas’s tongue brought her to the brink. The nipple bite, Lukas thought, glancing up only long enough to see Iszak in action, one hand clutching at Belah’s breast, fingers pinching, while his mouth was against the other, his teeth bared as he took the tiny bit of flesh between. A bright, glowing pattern graced his chest—a match to the one she’d given Lukas.

  Her slick flesh pulsed under his tongue and she threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him tight against her. Her hips bucked against his mouth. The sweetest part was yet to come, however, and a split second later the flow of her orgasmic energy washed through him. He’d had other dragon lovers, but none that made his entire body feel as though it were floating when he hadn’t even climaxed himself.

  “Fuck, Belah, I need to be inside you,” he said, looking up at her flushed face.

  Iszak’s forehead rested against her temple and he gave a distracted nod. “God, yes. After that, please don’t make me wait.”

  Lukas diverted his attention to his brother. Older by mere minutes, they were still worlds apart in so many ways. In spite of Lukas’s idealistic harboring of a need for vengeance over their sister’s death, his brother had taken the loss so much harder. Evie had been born with them, and the three of them had been inseparable for so long. Even though they’d been born minutes apart, they considered her the youngest, and were fiercely protective. After her death, Iszak had retreated so deeply, Lukas had begun to worry. His brother didn’t even try to find happiness, and hadn’t had a lover in decades. At least not one he’d brought home with him, and when he wasn’t playing he was always home.

  “You ready to give her what she wants, brother?” he asked, standing to look Iszak square in the eyes.

  “We’re still sharing, right?” Iszak asked, his voice rough. “Don’t want to do this wrong … I’ve never been a dragon’s mate before.” He looked down at Belah with complete adoration—he still supported her languid form, sated from their attention, but she looked a little on the peaked side, like she hadn’t eaten in too long.

  She found enough energy to nod and reach out to Lukas. “I want you both. Soon, please?”

  Lukas turned off the water, stepped out and grabbed a few dry towels. Belah’s entire body shimmered under the contact as he dried her.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, concerned that she could barely even stand on her own.

  “Just been away from home too long. But I’m home now, aren’t I? With you two?”

  “Yes, honey, you’re home,” Iszak said, holding her tight while Lukas dried her off as well as he could. He tossed his brother a free towel, then accepted Belah into his arms. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed they’d shared the week before.

  No binding would happen tonight, no other props would be involved. Making love to her was the only thing on his mind. Giving back what they’d withheld from her earlier, but even more than that—giving her their seed.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Belah couldn’t differentiate between her own overwhelming feelings and theirs. A side effect of being depleted of energy too long, she knew, but it was like being drugged. She felt weak—her limbs didn’t want to move after the amazing orgasm they’d given her. But it wasn’t the orgasm that had caused her lethargy. Having that much power channeling through her without any being absorbed had left her depleted. Her true form was eager to show itself, but she pushed it back. They were so close.

 
; Even with her eyes closed, she could sense their bright marks on either side of her. They wanted this as much as she did. They wanted the child so much their desire for it put her desire to shame.

  “I don’t think I can move,” she finally managed to say. “But don’t stop. I need you to not stop. I need you both, please!”

  A mouth pressed against hers in a sweet kiss, and then Lukas said, “We’ve got you. But both of us? At the same time?”

  Her disoriented mind could only focus on the perfectly synced pulsing of their marks, and the rhythm of them reminded her of their music. Together they made perfect sense and together they needed to remain.

  “There’s a rhythm … it has to be a—a duet …”

  She wasn’t sure whose hand it was that slid down over her naked thigh, but it was Iszak who spoke. “She’s meant to be, brother. We’ve done duets before.”

  “Nothing like this,” Lukas said. “But I’m all for improvisation.”

  Still in sync, the pair of bodies moved close on either side, shifting down the bed and urging her onto her side. She was only half aware that it was Lukas in front and Iszak behind her. Beyond that, all she could focus on were the gentle caresses and kisses. A hand at her breast, teasing, another between her thighs, delicately circling her clit and then plunging into her to test her readiness before lifting her leg and holding it.

  “This is it, baby,” Lukas said.

  The hot tip of a cock pressed at her entrance, and then another. She had a vivid image of both of them together—she’d explored both their cocks with her tongue not long ago, and now they were poised to give her everything. Her core ached with longing to have the two of them inside her.

  “Please,” she said.

  With a slow, stretching thrust, they merged. The world diminished to the sensations of their cocks inside her and their arms around her. Her senses were awash with the depths of their love and regret. Their jumbled wishes and thoughts told her this was a gift—to their dead sister, and to her.