EnforcersCraving

by DJ Michaels

  As soon as he was free Ari leaned over Chelsea to place a soft kiss on her lips. “I wasn’t holding back because I didn’t want to pleasure you in that way. I just don’t want to overwhelm you, that’s all.”

  Tarkan could hear the lie in Ari’s voice but now wasn’t the time to call him out. Ari slid lower, kissing and sucking his way down Chelsea’s body. “But if you’re happy for me to taste you, I’ll be delighted to put my mouth all over you.”

  Tarkan stretched himself out next to Chelsea, his body pressed against her side, his arm cushioning her head. He rubbed his hand over her belly, enjoying the softness of her skin but his attention was on his den-mate and his reaction to that first kiss. Tarkan wasn’t disappointed.

  Ari settled between her legs, took a deep, anticipatory breath and kissed her all open mouth and questing tongue. Chelsea jerked in his arms and moaned, and Tarkan watched as Ari closed his eyes in an agony of pleasure. He kept them closed, ignoring all other senses but taste and touch as he drove Chelsea higher in stages, alternating between fierce sucking and soft gentle licks.

  When Ari finally lifted his head, he looked at Tarkan with eyes dark with arousal. Chelsea was writhing against him in need, keening and begging, almost out of her mind with desire. When Ari moved from between her legs she was so distraught she started to cry and Tarkan held her tight while Ari bracketed her on the opposite side, smoothing away her tears.

  “Shh, it’s all right, pretty girl. We won’t leave you hanging. Tarkan is going to fuck you now and when he’s done it will be my turn. By the time we’re finished you’ll be wrung out, satisfied, and ready for a nap. Won’t she, Tarks?”

  “Yes, she will.” Tarkan rolled onto his back and beckoned Chelsea closer. “Bring your beautiful self over here and I’ll ease that ache for you, love.”

  Chelsea shot off the mattress and almost emasculated him in her efforts to scramble over his body and align their hips. As she sat astride him her wet core rubbed against his cock and she moaned, rocking her hips against him, dropping her body down so her clit got enough friction.

  It felt good, too good, and Tarkan had no desire to come like this when he could come inside her body instead. He banded his arms around Chelsea and halted her movement before appealing to Ari. “A little help please.”

  Ari understood what he needed without lengthy explanations and with his usual economy of movement he threw his leg over Tarkan’s flat form and pulled Chelsea up so her back was pressed to his chest. Ari wrapped his arms around her waist and raised himself to his knees, giving Tarkan enough clearance to position his cock against the entrance to Chelsea’s body. Then Ari rocked her, lowering her body onto Tarkan’s in increments so small they were both almost out of their heads by the time he was fully seated.

  Ari kept his hands on Chelsea’s waist, pressing her down onto Tarkan’s length. All three were breathing hard.

  “Does that feel good, pretty girl? Does the stretch and burn of Tarkan’s cock make you shiver?”

  “God yes. Please, please I need to move.”

  “You want to fuck him?”

  “Yes, yes of course I do.”

  As much as Tarkan was appreciating the game and the dirty talk, Chelsea wasn’t the only one hanging by a nail.

  Ari pressed down harder. “Then look at him and say it. Tell him what you want.”

  She met Tarkan’s gaze, her wild, blue eyes a combination of frustration and arousal. She looked like a goddess. “Tarkan, I want you to fuck me. A lot. Right fucking now.”

  Oh yeah, that was the kind of demand he couldn’t wait to get used to. The instant Ari moved off his legs Tarkan thrust up into Chelsea’s tight sheath. She fell forward, her hands on his chest, flexing and clawing like a dragonet and riding him like he came with a saddle. Not that he cared. He met her every motion, flexing into her as she pushed herself down on him, pulling back as she lifted off. He put his hands on her breasts, squeezing and rubbing, letting her movements determine how rough his touch would be.

  “I’m close,” she panted, “so close. I need…”

  Tarkan could have sent her over the edge himself but he motioned to Ari, not willing to let him detach from what was going on. Ari wriggled closer, snuggling his body against Tarkan’s as he wrapped his free arm around Chelsea’s back. The other hand skimmed over Tarkan’s stomach, sliding up to where he was joined to their woman before Ari found his way to her clit. Tarkan was too close to orgasm to concentrate on anything but not coming. He had no idea what Ari did but as soon as he touched Chelsea, she screamed like she was being murdered. She convulsed on his cock so hard and tight he exploded into a thousand pieces. His vision went black and his body ceased to have any form of cohesion. All thought left him as his mind went blank and his cock and balls burned with the heat of dragon fire. Shooting into Chelsea in long bursts of agonizing pleasure, Ari seized, his muscles locking hard enough to break bone.

  Tarkan held tight to her hips, clinging to her, accepting the fact that now she was truly his. She slumped against him, breathing hard and he somehow found the strength to raise his arms to hold her close. His woman. The new center of his world. He just hoped she was up to it.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ari stroked his hand up and down Chelsea’s back and snuggled closer, too aroused to worry about who and where he was touching. His cock was pressed against Tarkan’s hip and when Chelsea moved closer to give him an open-mouthed kiss, Ari had no problem rubbing himself against whatever warm stretch of skin he could find. Watching Tarkan and Chelsea together was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen and while the other two caught their breath, he concentrated on slowing his arousal. He didn’t want to behave like a complete animal when he finally got inside his woman.

  Chelsea’s tongue dueled with his, stroking and sliding as the pressure of her lips became more insistent. Ari gave himself to sensation, closing his eyes to better savor her scent and taste. He felt her body move as Tarkan slid from underneath her and as soon as his den-mate was clear Ari rolled her onto her back.

  Wedging his hips between her open thighs, he rubbed his cock up and down along the seam of her core. “Are you ready for me, pretty girl?”

  Her hips surged and she stared up at him with wild, hungry eyes. “Yes, I’m ready. I want you inside me, Ari.”

  Lowering his head he took a mouthful of skin on her neck and sucked hard. She shuddered under him. Her uneven breaths were moist on his cheek and every moan of demand and pleasure vibrated through him, skin to skin. She was shredding his control and he hadn’t even entered her yet.

  Working his way down her chest he spread hot, hasty kisses over her breast until he came to a hard-pointed nipple. He circled the tight little bud with his tongue, the touch too soft to give her what she needed. Clearly not one for a long tease, Chelsea grabbed him by the hair and yanked him close, forcing his mouth down with a firmness he wouldn’t have dared. He opened his lips wide on her but didn’t suck, not yet.

  Reaching out he grasped Tarkan’s arm, dragging him down until his head hovered over Chelsea’s other breast. They shared a conspiratorial glance before taking a nipple each and working her into a frenzy.

  She gripped Ari tight between her thighs, her hands roaming over the parts of him she could reach as she pushed herself against his mouth. She was hot and needy and he could have stayed there all day. Perhaps he would have if his own need hadn’t outstripped his control.

  Releasing her nipple, he eased back and pushed himself onto straight arms so he had enough room to move. Tarkan rolled to the side but stayed close enough to maintain body contact.

  Ari waited until they both had their eyes on him, glazed blue and heated brown, and then he slid his hand under Chelsea’s knee, opened her wide and plunged inside her—hard, fast and deep.

  She arched and shuddered, and then matched him thrust for thrust as he powered inside her. Some small sliver of awareness told him he was taking her too hard and fast but that voice wasn’t loud enough for him
to truly hear. Maybe it was the blood rushing through his veins, maybe it was the chorus of his and Chelsea’s voices urging each other on or maybe it was just because he didn’t want to listen to anything that demanded restraint.

  Her core was hot and tight, squeezing him with every push and pull. When he dropped to his elbows to grind his pelvis against her clit her litany of “please, please, please” took on an edge of desperation. He lifted her hips and fucked her harder, motioning for Tarkan to finish her off.

  Tarkan had to work to get his hand between their bodies but Ari was too far gone to accommodate him. He felt Tarkan’s fingers sliding against his cock before coming to rest on Chelsea’s clit. As Tarks squeezed her, she came for them so hard, so beautifully, Ari couldn’t hold back. Wrapping one arm around his den-mate, the other around their woman, Ari ground himself into her high and hard. His climax crashed over him, catching him up and suspending him for one glorious, shattering moment before releasing him in an explosion of white-hot light.

  He came back to himself in increments. The sound of his rough breathing, the warm softness of Chelsea underneath him, the soothing stroke of Tarkan’s hand up and down his back. Ari couldn’t move. He’d been turned inside out, scoured clean and left empty. The sex, the physical sensations were like nothing he’d ever experienced but it was the emotion roiling in his chest that had him fighting against panic.

  Lying in Tarkan’s bed and buried balls-deep inside Chelsea, Ari felt a wave of longing swell inside him. A yearning so long-buried, so profound, he was too scared to give it a name. But he knew what it was. It was the same feeling he’d had as a three-year-old boy when he’d begged with everything in him for his mother to stay. It was the same feeling that gutted him like a fish when she’d packed her bag and left at the end of her contract. It was the feeling that broke his tiny, innocent heart night after night.

  The feeling was love and it had no business in his body or in his bed. If he allowed himself to love Chelsea or Tarkan in anything but a brotherly way, it would give them the power to devastate him. He’d experienced it once before and that was one time too many.

  It took a long time to regain control, to school his features into showing nothing more than physical satisfaction but he finally pulled himself together enough to lift gently from Chelsea’s body. He crawled over to the edge of the bed, slid off and made his way to the bathing room. After a quick shower he plugged the tub and started running the water, tossing in some bath granules that would help ease Chelsea’s muscles.

  After drying off he strode back into the bedroom. Tarkan and Chelsea were wrapped in each other’s arms, legs tangled, their hair spread across the pillows. Just looking at them made his gut burn, the need for them clawing at his insides even though he’d only just left the bed.

  Fuck Tarkan and his idiot schemes. This had disaster written all over it.

  Ari walked to the foot of the bed. “I started the bath. You’ll need to let her soak for a while or she’ll be sore.”

  Tarkan cracked one eye open. “I suspect she’ll be sore no matter how long she soaks.”

  Ari nodded and headed for the door.

  “Where are you going?” Tarkan’s tone was all kinds of pissed off. Too bad.

  “Into town. We need to get proctor up here with the contracts before anyone at Addestet House realizes where Chelsea is.” And he needed some time on his own to clear his thoughts.

  Tarkan lifted his head and offered a long, assessing stare. “We’ll be ready when you get back.”

  Ignoring the look and what it might mean, Ari headed to his room. As he dressed in a clean set of leathers spoke to Annlyss. We’re going into Town, and we’ll need a dual saddle.

  You’re not getting rid of your female?

  No. Although he somehow felt like he should. The problem was Tarkan would never forgive him if he bailed out now. And Chelsea would be considered damaged goods if they tried to take her back and someone found out what had transpired in the den.

  He stomped into his boots and headed for the landing. No. The female is ours now, mine and Tarkan’s to keep and care for as best we can.

  Annlyss sent her approval through the link. Which in turn means she belongs to Benmonth and me. No other dragon in the den has a human pet.

  Hell. And neither do you. She is a person, with all the self determination that entails. She is not your pet.

  The snort that greeted him when he entered the chamber was the dragon version of “fuck off”, and Ari decided to take the high ground by not responding. Annlyss’ tack was in place but Ari always did a secondary check if they had the time. The wheels, levers and pulleys in the tack room enabled the dragons to saddle themselves—for riding and for battle—but Ari always felt more at ease if he double-checked. Annlyss used her tail to pull the lever for the outer door and as the plas-coated wood rolled open Ari climbed into the saddle. With a quick bunch of her muscles, Annlyss flung them from the landing and out into the darkening sky.

  This storm was building to a good size. The ion-flashes periodically lit up the heavy, purple clouds and the wind whipped and pulled at Annlyss and him both. But no dragon had ever been felled by an ion storm and Ari was buckled into his harness so thoroughly nothing would take him from his dragon’s back. The ride might be rough but it wasn’t really dangerous. A fact that he might have to emphasize if he was going to get some dandy-assed proctor up on Annlyss and back to the Den.

  Not that he cared. He had no problem kidnapping a paper shuffler if that’s what it took to get this debacle sealed and done. He might have decided to guard his heart but that didn’t mean he was going to let Tarkan or Chelsea go on without his protection. Bad idea or not, they were his now—at least for the length of Chelsea’s contract.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chelsea wasn’t sure what to make of Ari’s abrupt departure. He seemed to be totally on board while they were having sex but as soon as his business was done he was showered, dressed and out the door. Thankfully Tarkan was a lot more relaxed, and he seemed perfectly happy to continue their intimacy as he carried her to the bathroom and lowered her naked ass to the cold counter.

  He noticed her wince and grinned, the evil bastard. Pulling a couple of towels out of the cupboard, he put them within easy reach before gathering several vials and jars that he lined on the edge of the tub. While he worked Chelsea relaxed, taking in the tranquil beauty and artistry in the room.

  The chamber was spacious, with high walls and a domed roof. The first two meters from floor to ceiling were the usual pale gray panels, but from above her eye line and stretching out over the entire roof expanse was an intricate mosaic of colorful, glazed tiles. Some lines and patterns were geometric, some were swirls and cresting waves, while others were random, asymmetrical blocks of color. It would have been easy for all those styles and hues to clash, but instead they formed a lovely, complete artwork with defined areas of interest.

  A different type of artwork caught her eye as Tarkan turned away from her to adjust the bath taps. She’d caught flashes and hints of a tattoo on his back but this was her first opportunity to have a proper look.

  “That’s some tattoo you’ve got going on there.”

  Tarkan looked over his shoulder and grinned before straightening up. “We all have them.”

  “All Gemarran’s?”

  He shook his head. “All Enforcers.” Coming close enough to brush her knees, he turned his back and let her look her fill.

  The tattoo was gorgeous. Two dragons flying nose to tail in a never-ending circle covered most of Tarkan’s substantial back. The dragon at the top of the circle was jet black, but instead of being dark and ill defined, every scale, sinew, claw and wing membrane was clearly visible in all its intricate detail. The smoke-gray dragon that made up the other half of the circle was equally intricate. The tattoo looked more like a 3D image than any body ink Chelsea had ever seen. And there was no doubt she was looking at representations of Benmonth and Annlyss.

  Chels
ea ran her hands over the design, smoothing her palms over warm skin and hard muscle. “Benmonth is dominant here, is Annlyss dominant on Ari’s tattoo?”

  “Yes. The circular design is always the same, representing the eternal link, the give and take in all Enforcer-dragon relationships. While the markings always acknowledge a mated pair, our own dragon takes the prominent position.”

  She stroked around the outer edges of the design. “It’s truly beautiful.”

  “Thank you.”

  He turned and scooped her off the counter. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

  Tarkan carried her into the tub, which was really more of a sunken expanse than an actual bath. Large and square, it was tiled in shades of blue from sapphire to ice, and it was deep enough to come to Chelsea’s waist when Tarkan lowered her to her feet.

  “There’s a bench seat over there,” he said, pointing to the far side of the bath. “And over here is a wide shelf perfect for stretching out.”

  Chelsea thought she might be pushing her luck if she got on her back again, so she waded over to the underwater seat and lowered herself into the warm, fragrant water.

  Tarkan took a soft cloth, dipped it into a jar of bright-green something and began to wash her body.

  “I can do that myself, you know,” she said.

  “I’m sure you can but I would like to do it for you.” He stroked the cloth up the inside of her leg. “Will you let me?”

  A docile Tarkan. She never thought that was even possible. “Are you seriously asking my permission?”

  His light-brown eyes sparkled. “Would it make you feel better if I said yes?”

  “Sure, why not? Lie to me and delude me into thinking I have any control whatsoever.” Her tone was light and he smiled at her play.

  “If you tell me to stop, I will.”

  Then he dragged the cloth up the inside of her other leg and along the top of her thigh. Chelsea was going to tease him, she’d actually opened her mouth to fake a denial, when her damn legs just fell open of their own accord. He must have dropped the cloth because when he cupped her pussy they were flesh to flesh. And then he pressed, ever so slightly.