Playing With Fire: Dragons Of The Darkblood Secret Society

by Meg Ripley

  One of the two men—her mind supplied the name Ben, one of the loggers who worked for the same company that Daphne did—stepped forward. An inadvertent glance informed Daphne that Ben was starting to become aroused, his cock half-hard in the silvery-white moonlight. “We’re bears…and humans.” Ben’s voice was quiet, careful. “You now know a secret that could get us killed, if you ever told anyone.” Daphne’s eyes widened; she could definitely appreciate that fact. She could only imagine how the members of the small, parochial town of Green Tree would react to knowing that there were people who could turn into bears in their midst, working at their sides.

  “Are you two—are you the only ones?” The other man—Dov—shook his head.

  “We belong to a clan,” Dov said, moving towards her slowly. “You could meet them, now that you know about us.” Daphne nodded absently, looking from Ben to Dov. She thought that she should feel uncomfortable by the fact that both men were fully naked; but they were no more self-conscious about it as humans than they had been as bears. She tried not to look at the burgeoning erections that the two men were sporting—that would be rude. But somehow, despite her best intentions, Daphne found herself glancing over their muscular bodies nonetheless, trying to figure out how their bodies had shifted from bear into human.

  “What’s it like to be a bear?” Daphne asked. Dov chuckled.

  “We have very acute senses of smell,” Dov told her, moving still closer. “We can tell a lot of things about you just from your scent.”

  “My scent?” Daphne frowned, taking a step back. Ugh, is he saying I stink?

  “You smell good,” Ben murmured, and Daphne realized that the two men were slowly, cautiously surrounding her. They reached out their hands and touched her gently, lightly, almost a caress. “You smell…like honey and spices. Warm, sweet. Female.”

  “I’m glad I don’t smell—masculine or something,” Daphne said, feeling heat rising into her cheeks as she blushed. “What are you doing?”

  “I told you,” Dov said lowly, his voice taking on a growling note. “We can tell a lot of things about you. When was the last time you got laid?” Daphne shook away the slight haze of shock and growing desire that fogged her mind.

  “What—we work together! That’s…that’s an inappropriate question.” She felt more embarrassed than afraid, even as Ben and Dov caught her up in their hands once more. They explored the curves of her body by touch curiously, caressing her. Daphne almost regretted that she hadn’t bothered to put a bra on underneath her tee shirt; in the chill of the night air, under the impetus of Dov’s hands brushing against her breasts, she felt her nipples beginning to harden.

  “Dov’s right,” Ben said, his hands drifting down to her full hips. “We can tell you’re fertile…and that you wouldn’t mind having a little company right now.” He leaned in, and Daphne barely had time to react before his lips brushed against hers. Two pairs of hands wandered all over her body as Ben slowly deepened the kiss; Daphne found herself responding almost involuntarily, her body heating up and tingling as she felt the two men exploring her body, as she felt the slightly rough texture of Ben’s tongue against hers—it was strange but somehow delightful all at the same time, and as Daphne became more and more turned on by the moment, she couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel on other parts of her body.

  Her clothes fell away slowly and yet all at once—as distracted as Daphne was by first Ben and then Dov, each man kissing her when the other man pulled back, she was barely aware of the feeling of her shirt sliding up along her ribs, of it tugging over her head. She didn’t quite notice the feeling of someone pulling at the drawstring on her pants, and would not have known who it was even if she had noticed it. She realized as the cool night air brushed against her bare skin that she was fully naked, that Ben’s and Dov’s hands were hot against her, nothing in between her body and theirs. She moaned, shivering and writhing as a hand—she wasn’t sure whose—slid between her thighs, cupping her already-wet pussy to rub her slowly. “Mm, she’s already nice and wet,” Ben murmured to Dov. Daphne turned her head one way and then the other, trying to fight through the haze of desire that wrapped around her, the heat that intensified moment by moment. She saw Dov leaning in, and realized that it was his hands cupping her breasts, bringing them up to his mouth.

  She gasped as she felt his hot lips wrap around her right nipple, his rough-edged tongue lapping against the firm little nub, sending a tingling rush of pleasure through her body. Daphne thought it was Ben’s fingers sliding against her labia, pressing between her slick folds to stroke her slowly up and down. Daphne let out a cry as Ben’s teeth nipped sharply at her throat, one of his fingers sliding inside of her as he worked her clit with his thumb. She twisted and writhed mindlessly, reaching out blindly to touch and caress both men without knowing which of her hands was touching whom. She felt the hot, hard brush of one man’s cock, and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking up and down slowly.

  Somehow, she was sinking onto the ground, hands pulling and guiding her, mouths trailing everywhere all over her body. Daphne gasped as she felt the hot, muscular bodies pressing against her, back and front, the two pairs of hands teasing her everywhere, mouths kissing and licking and nipping at her sensitive skin. “Fuck,” she cried out, panting, almost overwhelmed at the pleasure that crackled and tingled through her nervous system. She opened her eyes and tried to look around, struggling to focus as her hands wandered over hard bodies. Dov was behind her, Daphne thought; Ben in front of her, both men holding her exactly where they wanted her. Ben trailed kisses down from her lips to her throat to her chest, his green eyes flicking up to her face in the darkness as he gave her a gentle push backwards against Dov’s strong body. Dov obligingly spread Daphne’s legs wide as Ben made his way down past her ribs, tickling her abdomen; Daphne could feel the heat and hardness of Dov’s erection pressing against her back, and wondered just how they were going to manage.

  Daphne shivered as she felt Ben’s lips brush against her inner thighs, his teeth barely grazing her skin in a playful nip as Dov cupped her breasts in his hands, holding her body against his from behind. Dov rolled and twisted her nipples slowly, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, and Daphne moaned out, pressing against the hardness she could feel digging into her back, just above the curve of her buttocks. Ben lifted her slightly, holding her hips where he wanted them, and Daphne gasped as he buried his face against her soaking wet pussy, nuzzling for just a moment before he began to worship her with lips and teeth and tongue.

  Behind her, Dov was murmuring in her ear, his hands never stopping in their teasing caresses. “I can smell how wet you are,” he told her, his voice low and growling in her ear. “You’re so turned on, Daphne, so hot…I can feel how much you want this.” Daphne mumbled something—not quite a denial, not quite an assent, shivering as Ben’s rough tongue brushed against her clit, barely touching her pleasure center before moving back to the well of her pussy to lap at her fluids. She whimpered and moaned, twisting and arching between the two men as they both touched and teased her. Almost unbidden, the thought came to her—she wondered what it would be like to have both men take her at the same time, one in front and one behind, and Daphne blushed at the way the image made her even hotter, her fluids flowing freely onto Ben’s tongue as he sucked her folds into his mouth.

  Dov kissed and nibbled along the back of her neck, the tender spots along the column of her throat, turning Daphne’s head until he could claim her lips once more. His hands danced all over her, tickling and caressing, as the pleasure built up more and more intensely in her body. It seemed like only a matter of moments before Ben brought his tongue up to her pleasure center, focusing on her clit almost exclusively, holding her hips firmly in place as he sucked and licked the bead of nerves. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, and Daphne moved like an animal herself, arching and pitching between the two men, head thrown back as her orgasm wracked her. Neither man even paused in their attenti
ons, Ben devouring her as Dov rubbed himself against the curve of her ass, hips rocking against her while his fingers and hands teased her breasts.

  As the last of the spasms of pleasure began to subside, Daphne sagged against Dov, panting and gasping for breath. Ben pulled back gradually, giving her slick folds a lingering, savoring lick, and once more two pairs of hands trailed over her body, soothing Daphne as tremors of aftershocks worked through every nerve. “Holy shit,” she said, as her breathing began to slow gradually, her heart rate going back to normal within a few moments. “Okay, yeah, I’ll admit I needed that.” Behind her, Dov chuckled, his hands beginning to move over her body with more than soothing intent.

  “You need more,” Ben murmured, slithering up along her body. He kissed her eagerly on the lips, and Daphne felt herself pushed back, on top of Dov’s body, with Ben pressing against every inch of her front. She shivered at the feeling of both men’s erections pressing into her, excited and apprehensive all at the same time.

  “Do I?” Daphne asked, twisting her head so that she could look at each man in turn. “How—how are we going to?” Despite her apprehension, Daphne could feel herself becoming aroused again, as both men’s hands trailed all over her body, teasing and caressing her.

  “Like this,” Dov said, his hands moving down to her wide hips. At almost the same moment, as if they had choreographed it, Ben rose, pulling Daphne’s upper body gently forward, lifting her up even as Dov pulled her hips backward. Her knees folded underneath her, sliding along the ground with a rustle of the grass. In moments, she was straddling Dov’s lap backwards, her weight balanced on her knees, Ben holding her up by her hands. She could feel Dov’s hips against her, feel his erection barely brushing against her soaking wet labia as he positioned himself. In front of her, Ben’s hard cock was only inches away from her face.

  “Okay,” Daphne said, her hips moving seemingly of their own volition as she realized what the two men had in mind. She steadied herself, wrapping one arm around Ben’s hips, and looked up at his face, smiling slightly. “I think I get the picture.”

  She moaned as she felt the tip of Dov’s hard cock brushing against her inner labia as he rubbed himself against her, stroking her clit briefly before thrusting his hips. He filled her up swiftly, a slight smacking sound reaching Daphne’s ears as his body collided with hers. For a moment, she couldn’t focus on anything but the thick, hot feeling of his cock rubbing along her inner walls as he began to move inside of her, rocking his hips, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her body. A small, almost whimpering sound from Ben brought her back, and Daphne reached up, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and looking up into his rapt face as she brought her mouth to the tip of his erection. She flicked her tongue out experimentally, tasting the thick precum that had begun to form, and took Ben between her lips slowly but steadily, sucking and licking as her body moved to meet Dov’s thrusts.

  Within a moment, she was lost between the two men once more, her hips pushing back on instinct to take Dov’s cock deeper and deeper inside of her even as she worshipped Ben’s erection with her lips and tongue. She moaned against Ben’s flesh as pleasure built up inside of her, more and more intense, crackling away through her nerve endings; Ben’s precum flowed more freely, coating her tongue with salty-sharp flavor, and Daphne shivered as she moved between the two eager men, taking as much of them as she could. She cried out, the sound muffled by Ben’s cock between her lips, as she felt Dov’s fingers find her clit; he began stroking it in counterpoint to his thrusts, nipping sharply at her shoulder, her back.

  Daphne tried to hold back, knowing that the two men needed relief just as much as she did. She heard the growling, groaning moans coming from in front and behind her as the two men moved faster and faster; Dov pounding into her from behind as Ben’s hips bucked and twitched, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, almost brushing against the back of her throat. She couldn’t hold back any longer; before she could even think to hold herself back any longer, every muscle in Daphne’s body tensed and relaxed in spasms. She moaned again and again as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body, as she felt both men’s cocks twitching inside of her. Just as she reached the apex of her orgasm, Daphne heard the two men roar out; first Dov and then Ben, and she felt the warm gush of Dov’s come splashing deep inside of her, one instant before she received the first hot rush of Ben’s orgasm flooding her mouth. She swallowed and moved, twisting and writhing as her orgasm intensified. Daphne could not be sure if their orgasms lasted for only a few seconds or an hour—the pleasure crackling through her body was so overwhelming that every thought in her mind blotted out, and she barely felt herself sagging between the two men as they finished.

  ****

  Ben watched Daphne sleep, curled up in Dov’s bed, still fully naked. He smiled wryly to himself; they had so thoroughly gotten the woman off that she had blacked out, slipping into a deep doze wedged between his and Dov’s bodies, right there in the woods. “We should take her somewhere comfortable,” Dov had suggested, and Ben had agreed. There was a great deal more for them to explain to her once she came to.

  “Do you think we should be—worried? Concerned?” Ben glanced away from Daphne to look at his friend. They had gathered up Daphne’s clothes, carrying her through the woods with the preternatural strength that their dual natures afforded them, but they hadn’t bothered to re-dress her, or themselves.

  “That depends on how she feels about all this when she wakes up,” Dov said, leaning back in his chair. “If she freaks…” he cringed slightly.

  “If she freaks, we’ll have to tell Sasha.”

  “We’ll have to tell Sasha anyway,” Dov pointed out. “Have you noticed anything, Ben?” Dov raised an eyebrow and Ben frowned in thought, wondering what his friend was referring to. All at once it occurred to him; he could feel Daphne—a little bit, not as clearly as he could feel the mind of his best friend, or one of the other members of the Nita clan, but the sense was there all the same. Ben opened his mind more thoroughly, seeking the small, faint coil of thought. He sensed warmth, satisfaction, tingling pleasure—pleasure that wasn’t just his, but was Daphne’s.

  “Oh, shit,” Ben said. “She’s bonded to us already?” Dov chuckled.

  “Well you have to admit it was pretty intense out there,” he pointed out. “So…,” Dov took a deep breath and exhaled. “We need to explain to Sasha that we’re sharing a mate. I’m sure we can’t be the first bears in history to do that.”

  “Are you willing to share her?” Ben felt a flicker of something like jealousy; it hadn’t bothered him to share Daphne with Dov as a fling—but could he really share her as a mate? Did he have a choice, if Dov was also hearing and sensing her thoughts?

  “After what just happened in the woods? If she’s willing, I’m willing. And brother, I’m feeling like this is one willing female.” Ben snorted.

  Before he could pursue the subject any further, Daphne stirred on the bed, and Ben felt the shift in her mental signature as she awakened. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, glancing around in confusion. “Where am I?” she asked, frowning in thought. Her gaze fell on Ben and color flooded into Daphne’s cheeks. “Oh god, that wasn’t a dream, was it?”

  Maybe a wet dream. Ben bit back a laugh at the thought that Dov projected. Daphne’s eyes widened again and she turned from looking at Ben to look at Dov, the color draining from her face. “You—that—that was your…oh god. Not only are you bear-men, but telepaths too?” Ben pressed his lips together; Daphne probably wouldn’t appreciate his amusement.

  “Only with members of our clan,” Dov told her gently. Ben watched as his clan-brother crossed the room, approaching the bed slowly and then sinking down only a few feet away from Daphne. “What happened, in the forest out there,” Dov said, gesturing idly towards the woods. “We bonded with you. We weren’t expecting it—but it happened.”

  “We’d like you to meet the rest of our clan,” Ben told Daphne. “
We’d like to present you as our mate.”

  “Wait—wait. So, I’m…both of you guys’ mate?” Daphne blinked, glancing from Ben to Dov in deepening confusion. You can hear my thoughts too, right? Ben raised an eyebrow as he sent the thought to Daphne. She nodded.

  If I can hear their thoughts, then—oh god! You guys can hear me right now? Dov snickered, and Ben fought back another laugh.

  “Hear you, feel you… yep. You’re bonded to us.”

  Daphne groaned, burying her face in her hands.

  “It’s not a bad thing,” Ben said, rising and joining the other two on the bed. “I know you can still remember how good the sex was just a little while ago. I can feel it in your mind. You can have that whenever you want it.” He grinned, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “In fact, one of the great things about being with a couple of bears like me and Dov is that whenever you want sex, we’ll want sex. Automatic reaction.”

  Ben felt his words take effect in Daphne’s mind; she had awakened with a lingering sense of arousal, her pheromones as well as her mind showing signs that as satisfied as she had been with their tryst, her body still wanted more. Now he felt the pulse of her lust intensifying as pictures flitted across her mind: different ways that she could be with both men at the same time, different positions, different acts. “We could do all those things, and then invent some more,” Dov said, obviously receiving the same images.

  “Oh, god,” Daphne said again, throwing herself back against the bed as she blushed a deep red.

  “You’ll find we don’t really have much shame,” Ben told her with a grin. “We’re part animals, after all.” Ben leaned in close to her, brushing his lips against her ear. “We can even do that thing you’re thinking about right now,” he murmured lowly. Daphne’s eyes widened as she looked at him, and despite her lingering embarrassment, Ben could feel her arousal intensifying at the thought.