Rising Dragons Omnibus

by Ophelia Bell

  Racha’s cheeks flushed. “Yes. I didn’t want to miss this, but I also didn’t want to watch alone. I’ve spent much of my energy these last few days shifting so I can fly between the island and the city. But I realized I prefer not to replenish my magic without you present, even if we aren’t sharing each other. This was the only alternative.”

  “Where are you now?” he asked. “That doesn’t look like the Monastery.”

  “It’s a hotel in Singapore that belongs to Issa’s family. I can call her to join, if you’d like.”

  “I believe three is enough.” Corey glanced behind him at Rafe and Jill who both stood watching with interest. When Racha’s attention fell on Rafe, the large man knelt and lowered his gaze.

  “Greetings, Your Grace,” he said.

  “Hello, Rafe. I haven’t forgotten our agreement, but it will take more time.” She looked back at Corey. “Before we begin, I need to let you know, the Council approved assembly of the Verdanith, but there is a problem.”

  “What is it? Erika will want to know, and so will the others.”

  “The final piece is missing. It was lost in the sixth century when it was entrusted to a line of nobles bonded to a dragon who died prematurely. The dragon herself bore no children, but the bond to her mate may have been passed down through subsequent generations. It wasn’t uncommon for human mates of previous generations to have children with their human lovers as well as the dragon they were bonded to. If he did, he would have passed on his bond to his human children.”

  “If there’s any information on when and where it was last seen, Erika can find it. Send me everything.”

  “I will. Shall we begin?” A hint of eager anticipation tinged her voice, reflecting Corey’s own emotions acutely.

  Corey beckoned to Jill who walked slowly to him. “Are you alright with this?” he said softly, placing his hands against her shoulders.

  “It may be the last time I’m with you. So, yes.”

  “Even though I’m going to watch him fuck you?” He glanced at Rafe who had stood again and now leaned against the closed bedroom door, waiting and watching. His hands clenched involuntarily, squeezing her shoulders tightly.

  “Maybe you’d better ask yourself the same question,” Jill said. “Are you alright with this? With watching him with me? It does feel a little like karma to me, you know. Getting to watch her lose her mind the way I did the other day. I’m just a little sad I don’t get to watch you do it to her.”

  Corey suppressed a flinch and released her shoulders. “Come here and watch with me.” He gripped her hand in his and pulled her in front of him, so that they both faced the screen and his hands rested lightly on her hips. As an afterthought he glanced at Rafe. “You can take off your clothes and wait on the bed.” The larger man nodded and complied, but Corey’s attention was back on Jill and Racha. The two women watched each other silently, both seeming to anticipate what he might say next.

  “You heard what she said, Racha. Let’s watch the two of them take their time with you until you lose your mind. I think you owe her that, don’t you?”

  Racha’s eyes flashed green, betraying her excitement. With the barest glance, Zak was at her side, his mouth pressed against her throat. He tugged the strap of her dress off her shoulder and pushed it down her arm with a slow caress of his palm. The bodice of it clung briefly to her erect nipple before falling in a smooth sweep to drape below one pert breast.

  Darius knelt in front of her, pulling the dress the rest of the way off. He leaned in and latched his mouth on one nipple while Zak cupped her other in his hand and squeezed its dark pink tip. Racha tilted her head back and moaned. She accepted Zak’s kiss hungrily and let the two men lower her to the bed.

  Corey’s mouth watered when Racha’s shift in position gave him a perfect view of the slick, pink folds between her thighs. The sight was obscured by a head and a thick set of shoulders sinking down and pulling her across the bed until her ass reached the edge. Darius pressed his mouth against her.

  “I want her on her knees,” Corey said. Without a response, the figures on the screen shifted positions. “It’s time for you to suck some dragon cock, baby.”

  Zak settled in front of Racha and she worked his shaft with both her mouth and hands. Darius knelt behind her with his tongue buried between her legs, working her pussy with methodical precision.

  Satisfied that Racha was being attended to, Corey looked down at Jill.

  Jill’s breath came more quickly, the rise and fall of her chest beneath Corey’s line of sight capturing his attention. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled. Jesus, she felt so good pressed against him, her supple ass just brushing the straining front of his trousers. He wanted to make her cry out again like he had in the elevator. To make her lose herself to pleasure under his touch. He had to let her watch for just a little longer while Racha crumbled on the other side of the world.

  Jill seemed to have other ideas, however, as evidenced by her grip on his hand, pulling it up her stomach to her breast.

  “Are you ready for me to take care of you, baby?” he murmured in her ear. He slipped his other hand up and cupped both her breasts, brushing his thumbs across their tips. She arched into his touch with a sigh, still responsive to him, even after all this time.

  She turned to face Corey and looked over his shoulder at Rafe where he lay on the bed. “I want him, too,” she said.

  “The lady’s wish is my command,” the dragon said. He moved around them and stood behind Jill, obscuring a good portion of the scene unfolding on-screen until he knelt behind Jill, sliding both hands down her back as he went.

  Jill’s attention seemed to falter. She glanced back at the screen, seemed briefly enthralled by the sight of Racha getting her sweet, pink pussy tongued from behind. Then in a blink her fingers were tangled in Corey’s hair, urging him down to her mouth. There was nothing slow and deliberate about her kiss. She devoured him with her urgency, her teeth grazing his lips and her tongue plunging insistently into his mouth.

  Corey groaned against the crush of her, trying to follow the course of events with half his attention, but failing miserably. She was warm and soft and needy in his arms, rapidly undressing him, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and tugging at his belt until his hard length was gloriously sliding through her hand. The sweet friction of her touch brought back every second of their fevered lovemaking before he’d lost her. The wet heat of her kiss and the tight grip of her hand around his throbbing shaft made something in his mind snap.

  He was only dimly aware of Rafe removing Jill’s clothes, and soon she was naked, her ass gripped in both his hands, her breasts soft against his chest. Another hand brushed his, reminding him of the other man in the room but Corey was too overwhelmed with need for Jill—for Racha—for them both to even care. Corey looked at the screen, his sanity shifting to pure erotic need when he saw Racha, front on with her thighs straddling Zak’s mouth, her hips undulating and her expression a glaze of pure ecstasy. He knew precisely how amazing it was to have her pussy poised above his lips just so. She tilted forward resting her palms against Zak’s ribs. She held Corey’s gaze with only a flutter of her dark lashes as Darius sank his cock into her from behind.

  “Oh, fuck, I’ve gotta be inside you.” Corey wasn’t sure which of the women he was directing the plea to. He’d happily have had them both in that moment. Racha’s cries from the screen became more intense and primal. Corey urged Jill to turn around again so she could witness the moment when Racha flew to pieces.

  Breath of Memory: Chapter 5

  “Watch with me, baby,” Corey’s rough voice spoke in Jill’s ear. The caress of his breath sent a pleasant tingle down her neck. He urged her to turn, then pulled her back against him as he sat on the foot of the bed.

  Her entire body was awash in sensation. She’d craved getting him naked since first seeing him again. Now she had
him and it was glorious. His mouth pressed against her throat, the sound of his voice murmuring incoherent words of lustful appreciation. His hips shifted against her ass, pushing the hot, hard length of his cock against her back.

  Before Jill could reposition herself to fuck him, Rafe knelt in front of her. He was large, naked and still amazingly calm. The only signal that he was enjoying himself was the presence of his proud, thick shaft jutting at her from between his thighs. He gripped her hips and lifted her like she weighed nothing. He set her back down slowly. Corey’s cock was unmistakably pressed against her center, and he thrust home hard enough to make her cry out. Her voice was a harsh echo to the sounds of Racha emanating around them. She leaned back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, struggling to catch her breath amid the pleasure.

  Rafe slid his large hands up her legs, urging her to drape them over his shoulders. His thick, forked dragon tongue lashed out, tasting her drenched core and tickling between her folds. He leaned closer, pressing soft, hungry lips to her, swirling his tongue in a frenzied pattern while Corey thrust into her. Corey gripped her chin and turned her head to kiss her, his own tongue attending her mouth as thoroughly as Rafe’s attended her pussy.

  She twined the fingers of each hand into the hair of two different men, nearly lost, floating against the tenuous tethers both men had on her pleasure. Except she was more aware now than ever of the words Corey kept repeating.

  “Oh, God help me I love you so much. So much.” Sometimes he spoke the words louder, sometimes they were a mere whisper in her ear. In the middle of her haze of pleasure she realized he was directing the words at the screen when he raised his voice.

  She opened her eyes and was greeted with the image of a shimmering green goddess entangled with two men. She only barely recognized the half-shifted form of a dragon in the throes of lust. The only time she’d seen one had been her old lover, and the sight before her was every bit as beautiful, though different.

  Racha had shifted positions again. The image of the trio on the screen mirrored Jill’s and the two men with her. Her eyes locked with the Queen’s. Racha shuddered and a shimmer of light coursed over her skin.

  At the same instant, Corey’s cock surged hard and hot inside Jill. Rafe’s mouth disappeared from between her thighs, but she was too enthralled with what she was witnessing on-screen to be upset. She was only grateful when Corey’s fingers pressed between her thighs, picking up where Rafe left off. The familiarity of his touch and the sound of his voice in her ear sent her to the brink.

  With one more whispered “I love you, Jill,” she hurtled beyond. She rode him harder, ignoring the painful grip his fingers had on her hips, too hyperaware of the pulse of his cock shooting hot seed into her. She yelled his name and heard it in another voice coming from all around her, resonating with an odd power. The sound subsided, leaving her confused. She had only a moment to wonder what had happened.

  Corey turned them both and pulled out of her only briefly, leaving her with a dull, throbbing ache between her thighs. She needed more. He pushed her down against the mattress and slid into her again, the stroke slow and deliberate this time, his eyes locked with hers and filled with the same overdue rejoicing she felt welling up inside her. His entire body was covered with a sheen of sweat. As he fucked her, he gradually became wild and more intense than she’d ever seen him. He pulled her legs up against his shoulders and fucked her as though their lives depended on it.

  A tiny voice inside her—her last vestige of rational thought—said, your life does depend on it.

  They came together a second time and he collapsed to the side, holding her tightly with his chest pressed against her back. She reveled in the familiar feel of him. His whispered words sent her back to their last day together before she’d met Aris, to the way Corey had whispered them for the first time after making love that long-ago morning. It had been the perfect beginning to what ended up being the most bittersweet day of her life. Now that he was hers again, if only for a few moments, she intended to enjoy it. She had no idea where Rafe had gone, and didn’t care. The screen on the wall had grown silent and still, but neither of them looked at it.

  Corey remained pressed against her from behind. His embrace loosened after a moment and his hands slid down over her body. He traced her curves, the hard and soft of bone and muscle, her slick center, wet with their combined remnants of lust. She twisted around until she faced him. She admired his naked body with open appreciation, so familiar and so long missed. She remembered every tattoo, every scar, and found new ones whose stories she wished to know, but after tonight they’d be done for good. She had no idea how much time they had before Rafe returned to complete the exchange, or whatever he had planned, but she intended to take advantage of every second she could.

  She slipped her knee across his waist, kneeling astride him. He placed his hands on her thighs and she gripped them, twining her fingers through his and pushing both his hands above his head.

  “No touching. I just want to feel you fucking me one last time, please.”

  He relented, relaxing and letting her make love to him. She began with slow, steady strokes, intent on feeling every thick inch of him rubbing against her slick, tight sheath. Only a few strokes and she was riding him in a frenzied rhythm, chasing the delicious sensation of the peak she remembered reaching with him that morning so long ago. He groaned and his back arched. He thrust back, pistoning into her hard and at just the right angle to bring tears of pleasure to her eyes. The hot rush of his orgasm shot into her and her entire body tingled from head to toe.

  “Oh, God yes,” she moaned. “I love you,” she managed to gasp through the hitching breath of her climax. The finality of it gripped her suddenly and her chest constricted. Her voice cracked and her words mixed with sobs of sadness and grief. “I don’t want to lose you again, Corey. Please don’t make me leave.”

  “Shh. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. “I think it’s too late to change our minds,” he said.

  “On the contrary,” Rafe’s deep, accented voice came from the doorway. He was dressed again, though when he’d done that, Jill couldn’t be sure. “You’ve taken possession of the lovely Jill so thoroughly, it’s way too late for me to get involved. She’s yours now, brother.”

  Corey’s hard erection was still deep inside Jill, and seemed to show no sign of subsiding. The glowing pulse of the dragon mark on his chest cast his face into an eerie, green glow. Jill gradually began to notice an odd stinging sensation on the back of her neck. They both turned their heads to look at Rafe, uncomprehending.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Corey asked. “Racha told me this was how it works. I make love to her first, then give her to you to seal the deal.”

  “True enough. That would have worked, if that had been what you did. You should understand dragon magic by now. Your intent is half of the power. If you had truly intended to give her up, I’d have taken her after your first Nirvana. I’d have given her my Nirvana, infused her with my energy, then taken over Aris’s mark by giving her my own. Except it seems the Queen left you with more than enough power to take her yourself. Not surprising, all things considered. If the Queen had intended to give her up, she’d never have left it up to you—a man so in love he has no control over the power he wields.”

  Corey shifted beneath her, started to move her off his lap, but Jill objected. “Wait, Corey. He’s right.” She wrapped her legs around him and tightened her muscles around his half-hard cock. It thickened and pulsed inside her, sending a brief jolt of pleasure through her lower body. She placed her palm against the glowing mark on his chest. “I’ve never seen one glow so brightly. Except for my own the day after Aris died. And as good as making love with you felt before, it never felt so good we didn’t need a breather in between.”

  His hands rested limply on her thighs, the confusion on his face transforming into panic. He let out
an agonized groan and pushed her away harshly. She remained kneeling at the end of the bed while he scrambled out and fumbled for his clothes.

  “This isn’t what was supposed to happen,” Corey said. He shoved his feet into the legs of his trousers and yanked them up.

  The harsh bite of his words made Jill flinch after the beautiful things he’d been saying while they made love. The TV screen on the wall was blank, the call having ended. She remembered Racha calling Corey’s name over and over again, but they hadn’t been coherent enough to pause what they were doing long enough to find out what she wanted. How long had it been since they’d lost themselves that first time?

  “What the fuck did I do wrong?” Corey bellowed at Rafe. “I followed instructions… you were there. You should have stopped me!”

  Rafe sat casually on the end of the bed. He reached a hand out and laid it gently on Jill’s shoulder, startling her from her wide-eyed shock at Corey’s behavior.

  “Darling, show him your mark.”

  She nodded and bent her head, pulling damp hair away from her sweaty neck. Rafe’s strong, sure touch brushed against her skin as he took over, holding her thick golden strands up and away from her skin. She had no idea what they were seeing, but the feel of it told her something about her mark—Aris’s mark—had changed. Her hands shook and she gripped them into tight fists to hold them still.

  “Jesus Christ, it looks like mine.”

  “I know it does,” Jill whispered. “Except mine’s red.”

  “No, Jill. It isn’t. It looks exactly like mine. It’s even bigger than it was before. And glowing like fucking kryptonite. Rafe, you can’t take over now?” His voice was almost a plea, but also had a touch of resignation to it.

  Jill turned to look at the black-haired dragon, but knew the answer without him saying it. Their conversation in the limo came back to her. This was what he had planned, all along.