April’s Fools

by Ophelia Bell

  “Kiss me.”

  It was as if a dam broke in him the second the words came out. He reached for her, curling his fingers around the back of her head and lowering his face to hers, growling as their lips met. She held onto the back of his neck with one hand while with the other she groped toward Eddie. When her hand met his bare stomach, she reached to the side, found his arm, and slid her hand down to his wrist. She tugged him closer, and he went, letting her direct his hand to her breast.

  Eddie lightly squeezed and cupped her fullness in his palm, eliciting a pleased shudder when he grazed his thumb over her nipple, but he and Chayton had always been rule-followers. He leaned in and whispered, “I need more, baby. Tell me what you want.”

  Tearing herself away from Chayton, she breathed a single command that was music to my ears.

  “Have your way with me, boys. Do whatever you need to do for me to be yours forever.” She caught my furtive glance to the dragons and turned their way. “That means all of you.”

  Three sets of glowing silver eyes stared back at us, but the dragons didn’t move. “We’re fine just watching for now,” Stuart said with a wry twist to his lips. “But trust me, we’ll come when appropriate. For example, if you really want us as mates, you’re going to need to mark those three, and you don’t exactly have the equipment to do it.” He raised a hand and let his talons manifest from the tips of his fingers.

  “Mark?” she asked, then gasped as Chayton tugged up her tank top and took her nipple in his mouth, then Eddie did the same on the other side. I wasn’t about to wait a second longer, so I dropped to my knees and began unfastening her jeans while she continued her conversation.

  “Do you really want a mating lesson in the middle of this?” Stuart asked, waving a hand at the three of us.

  She looked down at me, where I had one booted foot in my hands, tugging at the laces. Then she turned back to Stuart. “Hurry, before I’m too far gone to listen.”

  Chayton released her nipple, flicked it once with his tongue for good measure, then looked into her eyes. “Ursa females mark their chosen mates with their claws, then seal the mark with their essence.”

  I got her other boot off and tossed it aside, then grabbed the waist of her jeans. April automatically lifted her hips for me to yank them down. Her verdant, fertile scent nearly knocked me over, and my mouth watered with the urge to taste her.

  “Ah, I get it. So Stuart’s offering to let me borrow his claws to maul the three of you. That’ll make it permanent, right? What about them?”

  “We mark you, sweet thing,” Murdoc said with a grin, then flicked his forked tongue out, wagging it at her. The twin tips glowed faintly with white magic.

  April’s mouth dropped open, and she urged Eddie away from her breast. “Hang on, I need a second to think. What exactly do you do with your tongue?”

  “It’s like a tattoo,” Gray said. “You can choose the location, but all three of us will need to do it.”

  I remained on my knees in front of her, my hands resting on her thighs. Her pussy was barely more than a foot away, the aroma so sweet I could taste it, and I felt like I was about to explode with need. But as willing as I might be to break a few fundamental ursa rules, I wouldn’t do it at her expense. We were talking about a permanent bond between all seven of us, something we all wanted desperately. We needed to do it right.

  That thought spurred an idea crazy enough to make me question my sanity. I looked around at the others, realizing how badly I wanted all of them, and how we could form a bond even stronger than we’d ever expected we could have.

  “Let them mark you first, and this might sound crazy, but they should mark all three of us too, and each other. And when you mark us, mark all of us, and do it with all our essences mixed.”

  “Tate…” Stuart said, his voice cracking. “Are you serious?”

  “Dead fucking serious,” I said, standing. “Don’t tell me you don’t want it too. April will still be at our core, but we’ll be bound so strongly nothing could tear us apart.”

  “Why does it matter who goes first?” April asked.

  “It doesn’t,” Stuart said. “But it’s safer for you if we do because our marks could act like birth control, especially since the seven-way bond Tate’s proposing means they’ll have to fuck you, so all our essences are mixed.”

  Her lips quirked. “So that’s what you mean by essence, huh? Is mine just what makes me so wet whenever I’m around you guys?” She spread her thighs a little wider, and Eddie audibly groaned, his gaze fixed between her legs.

  “Not quite,” Chayton said. “Your orgasm releases juices far more potent than the honey coating your pussy right now.”

  “My honey is what you want now though, isn’t it?” she said in a husky voice, spreading her thighs even wider and tilting her hips up as she directed her attention to Chayton. “You guys want a taste while the dragons get down to business giving everyone their marks?”

  “Fuck yes,” Eddie said.

  “Then I want it too,” April said. She reached her hand out to Stuart, who stepped close again and took it. The other two closed in so April was completely surrounded, staring around at us all. She pulled her tank top off over her head, her bandana slipping off with it, then tugged the tie out of her hair, letting her wild curls free. Then she lay back, her body stretched the length of the marver, and propped her heels on the edge, letting her knees splay wide.

  I couldn’t even think with the beautiful, naked female spread out in front of me. Her damp blonde curls framed a perfect pink pussy that was coated in juices so plentiful they trickled down between her ass cheeks to pool on the steel beneath her. And she was offering herself up to us all.

  “Please don’t hold back. I trust you to do what needs to be done.” She directed her gaze at me, though I was sure she was speaking to all of us, but there was no sense waiting now.

  I dropped to my knees again, but this time, I felt more like a supplicant at the altar of a goddess. Chayton and Eddie each slid a hand down her thighs, grazing fingertips through her glistening folds, then holding her open for me to taste.

  “Gaia bless me,” I murmured, then dipped my head for the first taste of heaven.

  25

  April

  When Tate dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to my aching pussy, I thought I’d spontaneously combust. Chayton and Eddie slid their hands up and down my thighs, across my pelvis and hips, and over pretty much every inch of sensitive skin, their constant touch adding to the sense of igniting. I didn’t quite forget where I was, though. The deep, soft rumbling sound of the furnace was a constant, calming presence, and surrounded on all sides by these six amazing men, I let go of all my mental burdens for the first time in ages.

  “Are you ready, April?” Stuart said, and I opened my eyes to find him peering down at me from above my head.

  “Yes. Please don’t hold back. I mean it.” I let the mental image of what I wanted flash to the front of my mind: All three of my dragons in their true forms, taking turns.

  Stuart’s eyes blazed brighter, and a flicker of fire escaped from between his lips just before he bent to kiss me. I tasted his fire on my tongue, hot and smooth like expensive liquor as our mouths merged. Two more pairs of hands were on me, covering whatever skin wasn’t already claimed by the three ursa.

  “We’ll let them get you ready for us first.” Gray’s voice was hoarse with need. I reached out blindly and found the front of his jeans, enjoying the sharp hiss when I found his cock and squeezed through the denim, then tugged at his button and zipper. I found Murdoc with my other hand, but he was a step ahead of me, unzipping and grasping my hand to wrap it around his hot length.

  Tate’s tongue kept moving between my thighs, coaxing my arousal higher with each slow, deliberate lick and light tease of my clit. I didn’t know what “getting me ready” entailed, but whatever it was, I loved it. He teased at my opening, pushing his tongue in deep. Then he pushed two fingers in, twisting and
curling just enough to make me squirm as he sucked my clit between his lips. One of the others slid a hand beneath my ass and teased along my slick crease. I squirmed and clenched when he rubbed lightly over my rear opening then breached it gently.

  “Oh, fuck!” I blurted, tearing away from Stuart’s mouth just to catch my breath.

  Stuart moved to my side and leaned over me, bracing his hands on either side of my chest as he peered into my eyes. “Ready for your first mark? It will sting.”

  “Y-yes,” I stuttered, losing track of reality with the bombardment of sensations of all the hands and mouths tormenting me with pleasure.

  Stuart’s eyes dropped to my breasts, then lower, and he traced the intricate pattern tattooed across my ribcage beneath and between my breasts. His tongue flicked out past his pleased smile, and he bent lower.

  The first stinging sweep felt like a tattoo machine piercing my skin. Slightly painful, but the sensation got lost amid all the pleasure the others were inflicting on me. Murdoc and Gray were attentively sucking my nipples while rhythmically thrusting their cocks into my hands. Tate’s torturous tongue sped up, and he pushed a third finger into me, my pussy stretching to accommodate and the delicious pressure inciting a slow, full-body throb as the power built and built. I closed my eyes to savor the sensation. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt, like some bottomless spring of magic had opened up in my womb. But the power didn’t just bubble calmly to the surface, it erupted, filling me to the brim and overflowing past every boundary I knew.

  “Gaia’s tears, you are so damn wet,” Tate said, fucking me slowly with his fingers. “Can you take my whole fist, April? You want to be ready for a dragon, don’t you?”

  “Please,” I begged on a long moan.

  The pressure inside my pussy increased as he filled me with more of his hand. I arched with a low, keening cry, my throbbing clit a beacon of pleasure that Tate relentlessly licked and sucked. The other two ursa spread me wider and pushed my knees close to my chest as Tate finally pushed his entire fist into me.

  I felt stretched to my limit, but I knew I could take more. I’d already taken both Murdoc and Gray at the same time when they were half shifted.

  “We held back for your sake, sweet thing. This time we won’t.”

  My eyelids fluttered open to see Murdoc’s chiseled face. He began to shift, his cock growing in my hand until I could only wrap my fingers halfway around it. He stopped at the limit of his human shape, dropping his hand to wrap around mine, guiding me along his enormous shaft.

  The rhythmic sting along my breastbone ceased, then began again as Gray took over marking me. Stuart stood back, dropping his jeans and kicking out of his shoes, then went to Eddie. The pair kissed while Eddie kept hold of my leg, then Stuart dipped his head and flicked his tongue in quick sweeping motions along Eddie’s sternum, the same place where he’d just marked me. When he moved away, Eddie stared down at the glowing whorls that vaguely resembled the shape of a dragon in flight. I tracked Stuart’s movements to each of the others until he ended with Tate, who stopped licking me just long enough to receive his own mark. Once he was finished marking all five, my core flooded with fresh arousal in anticipation of what would happen next.

  “Make her come,” Stuart said. “I want her drenched in magic, so she’s pliant enough for all three of us at full size.”

  Tate nodded, and my focus wavered as he thrust his fist in and out while Eddie bent his head between my thighs to flick his tongue over my clit. Chayton plunged a finger into my ass again, and I let out a long moan. It wasn’t until Gray and Murdoc completed their marks of the other men and me, then returned to my side and began kissing and licking my breasts that I lost it, the barrage of sensations finally pushing me to the limit. The power surged suddenly, and my muscles clamped down around Tate’s hand. Eddie hummed against my pussy, licking faster, sucking harder until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

  “Fuck yes!” I yelled, writhing and bucking as the swelling bubble of power burst. It emptied in a flood that seemed to flow from somewhere beyond my very core—at my soul, but as much as was released, even more flowed in to take its place.

  I was still a quivering bundle of never-ending sensations when Tate slid his hand out of me, releasing a torrent of fluid that drenched my thighs and the table beneath me. I barely had a second to relax before I was urged up onto my knees atop the marver. Blinking through the haze of desire, I met Stuart’s silver eyes. He was still only half shifted, his white scales marbled with red, and his aura an even more brilliantly hued crimson.

  “I’m going to take you from behind. Use them for support.”

  Tate, Eddie, and Chayton moved, guiding me to turn to face the windows on my knees atop the table. I leaned into all three of them, impulsively bending to kiss Eddie, who happened to be right in front of me. He accepted my mouth like it was a gift, and palmed one breast while we kissed. He tasted like me, but the flavor was unexpectedly potent, like fresh absinthe, making me realize that this magical essence really was infused with some serious power.

  In the reflection, Stuart grew even larger behind me, his body elongating and an enormous tail stretching out behind him, curling to avoid plunging into the furnace. Sharp talons tickled at my back, and in the night-darkened windows, his reflection grew wings that stretched out wide.

  Taloned claws nudged my legs wider, and he dipped his enormous head, tickling and tormenting me with his tongue. It swept between my legs from behind, teasing at my clit before sliding back through my sodden folds to stroke along the crease of my ass.

  When he decided I was ready, he rose up and nudged at my soaked pussy with the massive, blunt head of his cock. I pushed back reflexively, needing more despite the mind-shattering orgasm I’d just had. He slid into me, invading every gap in my senses until I was completely filled, then fucking with such perfect rhythm I could imagine all seven of our hearts beating in time to his thrusts.

  I couldn’t do a damn thing but hold on, so I clung to Eddie while the others helped keep me stable enough for the gigantic beast pounding his cock into me. But simply holding onto me wasn’t enough, they kept teasing me, tweaking, squeezing, licking, and caressing my breasts.

  Something glowed in the shadows between us, and I realized it must be all our dragon marks.

  “I want to see,” I breathed. Eddie took the hint, hooking one of my arms over his shoulder and moving to the side with Tate supporting me on my other side. I stared in rapt wonder at the reflection of the seven of us. Stuart’s huge shape undulated behind me, each thrust making his scales ripple with inner light and his horns pulse with a brightening glow. Our auras were so brilliant and tangled together they looked like a single bubble of energy surrounding us. And in the center of all our chests were matching dragon marks that pulsed with brilliant white light.

  “You like that dragon dick?” Eddie murmured in my ear. “You gonna come all over it?”

  I closed my eyes and nodded, moaning as he slid his hand down my belly and between my thighs.

  “I can’t wait to lick all that sweet dragon cum out of you, April,” he whispered, stroking my swollen clit. His uncharacteristically filthy language showed an unexpected side to the normally soft-spoken man, and it made me all the hotter that it came from him.

  Stuart thrust harder, faster, his talons digging into my shoulders as he impaled me on his cock. Just when I thought he’d split me in two, his head tipped back, and he roared. Molten pleasure flooded into me, plunging me into another climax so fast I was blinded.

  But I didn’t have time to come down before Gray took Stuart’s place, his cock ramming into me hard. He was bigger than he’d been our first time when he was half-shifted, and in the reflection, he was glorious. His scales shimmered white like Stuart’s but were tinged with purple. Somewhere between the pleasure bombarding me, I wondered if their colors meant anything special.

  “White dragons are born to serve. We will gladly fulfill any desire that is within our power to fu
lfill. The secondary color is just for flavor.” It was Murdoc’s voice in my head just before he came into view, blocking the reflection I was so enthralled with. The fresh dragon mark on my sternum tingled, and I let go of Eddie to reach for him. He came to me, a wicked smile on his lips, and curled his fingers into my hair and pulled, forcing my head to tilt and my back to arch. I released my hold on Chayton and clutched Murdoc’s shoulders for balance.

  He pressed his lips to my ear. “But you are at our mercy tonight, sweet thing. And if you truly can take all of us in a night, it’s proof that we belong together, don’t you think?” Then he grazed his lips over my throat and down, nipping lightly with his teeth and tasting my skin with his forked dragon tongue.

  Gray let out a rumble of agreement, a puff of white smoke floating down around us and tickling like feathers as it settled over my skin. He raked the tips of his talons down my back, just hard enough to feel how sharp they were without breaking skin, then gripped my hips, his pace slowing. His forked tongue tickled against my ear, and in my mind I heard his voice.

  “I knew you belonged with us the moment I saw you. You’re half fire, half earth. Perfect.” He fucked me with long, languid strokes, emitting a low hum as if he were savoring a delicious feast.

  “You know I’m yours,” I said. “And you know I can take you all. Twice.”

  Gray’s humming grew to a roar, his thrusts turned rough and frantic, and his grip tightened, talons digging into my hips. My pussy quivered with pleasure around him, and I gasped. Murdoc took my mouth again, the kiss giving me permission to surrender completely, letting me know he and all the others were there to catch me when I fell.