by Marie Harte
“But you won’t be, ah, alone.” Zelec trembled as Jentaron’s wing brushed up and down along his. “Ella and I will be along for the ride.”
“Yes,” Jentaron hissed and leaned forward, enhancing the contact between them.
“Then after the Hunger, we’re free to go our own way?” Not the answer Zelec sought, but it would give him an out when he needed it. A mating implied permanence. With Ella, he’d be able to tempt her to remain with him long after her affections passed. But Jentaron had too much power to make Zelec comfortable.
Jentaron mumbled an answer Zelec couldn’t understand. When he moved closer to ask again, the dragon pounced. Jentaron used his wings and arms to drag Zelec back toward him. Rock hard and needy, the dragon seethed with unsatisfied lust. But as he threw Zelec onto the bed and tried to subdue him, he became increasingly frantic at Zelec’s resistance.
“Stay still and stop fighting,” Jentaron growled. “Give to me.”
“Give what to you?” Zelec asked, more in possession of his faculties than his lust-ridden partner. Seeing Jentaron like this brought home all over again the beast’s newness to such lust. For all that they’d both marked Ella, a real mating had yet to be finalized.
Jentaron frowned and rubbed against Zelec, and the feel of their cocks brushing seemed to set the room on fire. “I don’t…know,” the dragon groaned. “More.”
Zelec knew what Jentaron needed. “Then we do things my way.”
“But—”
“Now.” With a burst of speed, he flipped Jentaron onto his back, flattening his wings to the bed. “Stay,” Zelec ordered and used his telekinesis to hold the quivering dragon down.
“Zelec,” Jentaron rumbled.
Then Zelec placed his hands on the dragon’s muscular thighs, taken with the thick human muscle there. He slid his palms up and cupped Jentaron’s sac, pleased with the weight of such need.
Jentaron moaned, and a bead of moisture appeared at his slit.
Knowing he’d aroused the male and that Jentaron continued to fight against his invisible bonds, needing to touch Zelec, empowered Zelec to give the dragon one hell of a fuck he’d never forget. With a demonic grin, Zelec used his wings to caress Jentaron’s legs and belly while he blew kisses on either side of the male’s groin. A tight belly, strong flank, and such a long, thick, dusky shaft.
Unlike humans, dragons and demons had no body hair, just the hair at their brows and heads to blend in with mortals. That lack of hair around Jentaron’s sex made his arousal that much more prominent.
“Such a big dick for someone so young,” Zelec teased, loving the fact Jentaron couldn’t stop squirming.
“Please.”
“You’re under my control, aren’t you, King Jentaron?” He licked Jentaron’s slit, and the dragon let out a roar that shook the room.
“Yes, yes. Use your mouth. I need so badly…” Power swelled. Jentaron’s balls drew tight, his slit filling with more cream.
Zelec felt himself ensnared by the energy, caught and drawn down into the power base of an ancient being caught in the body of a young dragon. But nothing about Jentaron right now seemed immature. Sexy, incredibly beautiful with those bright red eyes and white-blond hair that fanned around his head. And those firm, parted lips… They’d look perfect wrapped around Zelec’s demonic cock.
“There’s much more than this,” Zelec promised, gave Jentaron’s slumberous eyes and mouth a last glance, then enveloped the dragon’s massive shaft in one quick lunge.
Jentaron groaned, swelled and came in a rush. He stroked Zelec’s hair as he released, and the drugging pleasure of magic and affection washed through Zelec while he swallowed.
Needing to draw breath, he finally pulled away, aware Jentaron remained erect. Eased, but not fully satisfied. Thankfully, like the dragon, Zelec could go for a long, long time before being too sated to continue. And right now, he burned to fuck Jentaron into another orgasm that would surely shatter the first. Sexual desire blazed, but what Zelec hadn’t counted on was the heavy feeling of devotion growing in his chest.
Jentaron had a hard time coming back to himself. The pleasure Zelec had given him overwhelmed all thought. Who would have thought a demon’s mouth could evoke such ecstasy? A transference of energies had begun, and he wondered if Zelec felt the same rush of adoration he could now put a name to.
Before, he’d been fascinated with the black demon. Only a creature of power could live so long in Asael’s glowing shadow. But Zelec had so much more to him, as well as a physical appeal that normally didn’t factor in Jentaron’s sexual desire.
The sex with Zelec had been more intense than Jentaron’s coupling with Ella. Perhaps because the mating aspect was finally upfront and clear. Or because Zelec knew exactly what to do with his lips, hands and wings.
Zelec had pulled back and stared down at him. A drop of Jentaron’s seed clung to his mouth, and he licked it off, pushing Jentaron into a new wave of lust. He glanced at Zelec’s impressive cock, wondering if he could get the demon to lose all sense by sucking him there.
Others had suckled from Jentaron, but the pleasure had never been so intense.
“Oh no, dragon.” Zelec chuckled. His wicked intent settled into Jentaron’s bones like a whisper of truth. “I don’t want your mouth.”
Puzzled for a moment because his brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders yet, he soon realized what the demon meant. “Oh. Anal sex, then?”
“Anal sex, then,” Zelec repeated and grinned. His claws and fangs remained present, and the blood-red desire reflected in his gaze told Jentaron his mate found him worthy.
He hadn’t realized he would be the one on the receiving end—he was the dragon king, after all. He had considered it a fitting fantasy to imagine reaming Zelec’s tight ass. But he recognized Zelec’s lingering unease with the mating. The demon had experienced Jentaron’s unbound power during their meeting with the others. That much magic would intimidate most. And the dynamic between them would be difficult for a demon of Zelec’s status to accept.
Deferring to Zelec’s obvious sexual mastery and skill would give his mate a firmer grasp on their fledgling relationship. So different from Ella, and so the same. Both of his mates needed affirmation. To know a sense of worth and belonging. Jentaron could give them that.
“Well?” Zelec growled, growing more, not less, aroused by Jentaron’s hesitation.
“What would you have me do?”
Zelec groaned and gripped himself. The sight of his milky need against the black of his shaft pushed Jentaron to act. Before Zelec could say anything, Jentaron sat up and launched himself at Zelec, plastering himself to the demon in a hug.
“Jentaron, I…” Zelec trailed off as Jentaron kissed his way down Zelec’s body.
They had yet to share a mouth-to-mouth kiss, but that intimacy would come soon enough. It had been a sweet exchange with Ella, leading to a passionate foray between the future mates. With Zelec it would mean lowering the demon’s defenses, and Jentaron knew the demon wasn’t ready for that.
So instead he moved further down Zelec’s body, aroused anew when Zelec gripped him by the hair hard enough to sting. The prickle of pain enhanced his need.
“Fuck. Yeah, put that mouth over me. Get me really hard.”
Jentaron happily obeyed and took Zelec’s essence into him, sliding his tongue over the wet head of Zelec’s shaft. Zelec swore and rocked into him, pistoning with a rhythm that had Jentaron jerking his own body in time.
He’d imagined that sucking off a male would feel foreign. With Zelec, it felt natural. He had no problem taking the demon’s large phallus to the back of his throat, and when he squeezed with those throat muscles…
“Shit. I didn’t know dragons could…oh, yeah.” Zelec moved faster.
Jentaron worked him, sliding his tongue all over his mate, cupping his balls, doing any and everyt
hing to Zelec that worked on him.
But before the demon came, Zelec pulled out and glared down at him. “No. I want up in that ass.”
Pleased Zelec sounded out of control and looked like a wild imp after a mana ride, Jentaron got to his feet, pulled his wings back into his body, then laid back on the bed.
“That’s it. Watch me.”
Not sure how this would feel, though he knew how it worked, Jentaron spread his legs and waited. He was all too aware Zelec’s attention had shifted to Jentaron’s erection.
A small surge of power added to the already heightened atmosphere. Not sure what Zelec meant to do, Jentaron nevertheless waited, trusting the demon though he’d cautioned Ella not to. The thought of her with them, pleasing each other, added to his desire.
A small jar appeared in Zelec’s hand, and he greased his shaft with it.
Touched that his mate didn’t intend to tear him apart, Jentaron didn’t blink as he watched Zelec toss the jar aside then settle on top of him, nudging his cock between Jentaron’s cheeks.
“You’re going to burn, and I’m going to keep coming inside you.” Zelec’s fervent promise reflected excitement in his glittering gaze. He nudged inside, touching the rim of Jentaron’s hole.
Then the demon pushed, a steady press that burned and aroused as he moved. Zelec didn’t stop, and the demon stared into Jentaron’s eyes the whole time, until he had gone as far as he could.
“Mother night, you feel amazing,” Zelec said between panting.
“You feel huge.” Hot, hard.
Perfect.
Then there was no more talking. Zelec pulled out then pushed back inside, slow, burning thrusts that hammered against a sweet spot inside Jentaron that had him climaxing and moaning while the demon rode him with a frantic need.
Magic spilled between them, searing an unbreakable connection Jentaron never wanted to end.
“Fuck. Yeah, coming so hard.” Zelec shoved home once more and stilled, and Jentaron finally stopped coming while his mate poured into him.
Zelec’s wings flexed and hovered while he continued to release. His claws dug into Jentaron’s shoulders, and he pumped a few more times, then stopped all together and withdrew.
He stood on shaky legs, staring down at Jentaron.
Jentaron stared back, feeling partially complete. Their bond had snapped into place, and they both knew it.
“We’re mated.” Zelec remained hard even though he’d left enough seed to create a small army.
“Yes.”
“But we’re both still needy.” His lips twisted. “More ‘hunger’, eh, dragon?”
“Yes. For the last member of our small group.”
Zelec’s mouth curled into a smile. “We’ll both have her, won’t we?”
“Yes. She belongs to both of us. We just need to convince her to stay when we’re done with our battle.” The way I’ll have to persuade you not to leave as well. Tricky demon. As if I can’t see how the thought of so much togetherness and affection alarms you.
Zelec nodded, appearing guarded once more. “So the three of us will give you the power you need to face off against the Hunger.”
“Yes.”
“And then we’re free to go our own way.”
Jentaron cocked his head. “You seem very eager to leave. Was our mating not to your satisfaction?” He gave a pointed look at Zelec’s cock, which remained hard but had obviously been relieved.
“It was.”
He couldn’t see it on the outside, but he felt Zelec’s blush.
Pleased, Jentaron grinned, then laughed at the demon’s scowl. “Then let tomorrow sort itself after we’ve joined with Ella.”
“That I can do.” Zelec paused. “But about us. Don’t be thinking you get to take my ass. We’re mated now. I do you, we both do Ella. It’s all good, right?”
Until I make you bow to me, darkling. He liked the term and tried it out. “As you wish…darkling.”
Zelec had started to walk toward the door and stopped. He spun around, incredulity on his face. “What did you call me?”
“Darkling. It will be my term of endearment for you, mate.”
“Holy ghost and brimstone,” Zelec swore. “Don’t say that. And especially not in front of Asael or the Sinclairs.”
“Something we might bargain for in the future, then.” Thrilled to have something to hold over Zelec, Jentaron stopped the demon from commenting with a wave of his hand. Through his magic, he cleaned them both and dressed them in the trousers that would make Ella more comfortable. “Enough of your shyness.”
“Shyness? You overconfident, fucking bast—”
“We will gather Ella to us. Would you not rather fuck her senseless than argue with me?”
Zelec closed his mouth and muttered, “Yeah, but don’t think we won’t get back to our ‘discussion’,” he ended in air quotes. He used a small bit of power, pushing out, because Jentaron could feel it.
He’d been aware of Zelec’s gifts before, but now mated, joined on a spiritual level, he could sense Zelec reaching out to Ella.
“I’ll go get her. Wait here.” Zelec vanished before Jentaron could tell him it was he who would be giving the orders.
Why does no one seem to realize I’m king? Granted, the leaders of the other races now knew of his power, but his own dragons still gave him grief. Ranton and Teban called him king but treated him like a little brother. And since she’d stopped having sex with him, Eve now mothered him—which he didn’t mind so much. But he’d have to draw the line at his own mate trying to control him.
Then again, Zelec had treated him very, very well not long ago.
Jentaron was still grinning when Zelec reappeared in the room with a shell-shocked Ella.
“Ah, our third mate. Time to get reacquainted, yes?”
Chapter Nine
Ella stared, still not sure what to make of her current circumstances. Sitting with Ranton and Teban—dragon royalty—as well as their demon mates and Kihra, that perfect havoc Jentaron seemed to adore, had only grown more surreal after she’d told them the whole story.
They seemed fascinated with her being a nephilim. She’d felt like the weakest member at the table, but they hadn’t threatened to eat her again, so apparently being part angel had its perks.
Everyone had agreed that the Hunger were a real threat. The greatest they’d ever faced. And they all worried about Jentaron painting a target on himself while the rest of the ethereal—what they called themselves—flanked the enemy.
“He’s just one dragon. I know he’s an all-powerful king.” Eve had waved away the idea of his being king. “But he’s still so young. Untried.”
“Not exactly,” James, her brother, had hedged. “Kihra and I have been throwing attacks his way to toughen him up.”
Ranton had snorted, and black smoke literally wafted from his nose. “I knew that was you.”
“And Kihra.” James had been quick to throw his mate under the bus.
Ella had had a hard time seeing these people as powerful beings when they squabbled like children. And she’d been charmed despite herself by James and Teban.
But as they’d talked, the reality of her situation finally dawned on her. Humans weren’t alone. Angels and demons were real. Dragons existed, as did a number of dark creatures in a realm that lived right alongside her own.
The more she’d listened to them, the more she’d started to believe she might actually try the lower realm, to see what living down here was like. Yes, she’d only just met Zelec and Jentaron, but that odd, buried part of her that saw things no one else could told her she’d met her future with those two.
A dragon and a demon. Who’d have thought she’d acquire a sex life with creatures with wings?
Then, as if she’d summoned him, Zelec had arrived and friggin’ teleported her back to
Jentaron.
They’d supposedly spent their time getting along, bonding to increase Jentaron’s power. She’d do her part to make sure he could withstand the Hunger, but she had no idea about the whole mating thing.
He’d said he wanted to keep her and Zelec, but Zelec didn’t seem like the type to be kept by anyone. Which made her a little sad, because she genuinely liked him. She knew little more than what he felt like inside her, but her sixth sense demanded he was hers.
How then to court a demon when the world was about to end? And if she courted him, did she also need to court the dragon king? Because the way Jentaron was looking at her right now, she had a feeling they’d soon be using that big bed behind them.
Zelec enfolded his wings around her—protectively, or to stop her from fleeing? “She’s here.”
“I see that,” Jentaron murmured. He stepped closer to them. “How was your meeting?”
“How was yours?” She knew she turned bright red when Jentaron raised a brow. “I mean, did you guys get everything ironed out? The others mentioned you need Zelec and me to help with your power for the big fight.”
“Yes.” Jentaron just stared at her.
Right now, she could well believe him human. A big man, but he had no wings, just that honey-colored skin and pale hair. His eyes still looked odd, not red but that fascinating marbled blue and silver. So pretty. She swallowed a sigh, forcing herself not to run her hands all over his perfect, sculpted chest.
The wings holding her back disappeared and she turned to see Zelec, also looking human. He had skin a shade darker than Jentaron’s, as if he had Mediterranean ancestry. His silky hair seemed to absorb light it was so dark, framing a square jaw and sensual lips she wanted mashed against her own.
She didn’t like his smug smile. “What?”
“Nothing.” He glanced at Jentaron, and the dragon king’s lips curled.
Then she knew. So embarrassing. “Quit reading my mind.”
“No.”
She blinked. “Did you just flat out refuse?”