Flight of Dragons

by Elianne Adams, Sadie Haller, Zoe York, Shelley Munro, Zara Keane, LC Alleyne, Skye Jones, Evanne Lorraine, Ann Gimpel

  “You don’t get it, Ice. You won’t be in the way. As a match to us, if you joined us, you’d never be in the way. You’d be part of us. We’d all fit together. If Dom and I went in that direction, which, right now, isn’t certain.”

  “I don’t see how. You know the old saying about three being a crowd. One of us will get left out, get hurt. Anyway…it’s not the real issue.” She blew out a breath and prayed for patience. “The problem is, I said I’d stay for a while, get to know my people. This whole mated thing, the fact you two have serious shit you need to sort out, it’s all a bit too heavy. So, as I say, I’m outta here.”

  “Fine.” He bit off the word. “Run away, but I didn’t have you marked as a coward.”

  “I am not a coward.” She poked him in the chest to emphasize her words, and he grabbed her wrist.

  The next second she found herself pulled up flush against his hard, warm body.

  “Yes, you are,” he whispered into her ear. His lips brushed against the ultra-sensitive skin behind her lobe as he spoke. “Running away is what cowards do. Reneging on deals is what cowards do.”

  “Fuck you,” she ground out.

  “You’d like to, I can tell, but you’re probably too scared to do that, too. What’s your deal? Terrified to experience anything? You have your whole persona wrapped in this ultra-cool shell. A woman who drifts through life unattached. I don’t buy it though. You do have emotions. Fear. Loneliness. They are your constant friends. Wouldn’t you relish the chance to experience something else for once?” His voice dropped.

  Ice found it hard to breathe in the spotlight of his attention. His power and charisma washed over her in waves, and she half wanted to run fast and far, and half wanted to climb him like a tree.

  “Desire, for example.” He cupped the back of her neck and pulled her closer.

  “I’ve felt desire.” She didn’t add the only time she’d experienced being truly turned on featured him. “I’ve had lovers you know.”

  Nathan laughed. “Right. Bet they made the earth move for you.”

  She pushed at his chest, wanting free of his embrace before it overwhelmed her. “You are so unbelievably arrogant.”

  “Maybe so, but I bet no man has ever shown you a properly good time in bed. Made you forget your own name!”

  “You can’t make me forget my name. Sex can never be that good.” She let out a laugh and tried to move out of his arms again.

  “Are you giving me a challenge?” He let her go and she looked up into his dark gaze. “Because I love a challenge.” He grinned at her, his smile blinding.

  Then his lips brushed against hers. Whisper soft, a flicker of skin on skin, but she made the mistake of letting out a sigh at the way his warm, firm lips moved against hers. He took advantage as her mouth parted and ran his tongue along her lower lip before he touched the tip to hers. Her stomach flipped and her heart rate picked up.

  Oh, Lord! Her legs wobbled. The taste of him made her yearn for more. He was heady like a good wine, or a rich cognac, and she moaned her approval.

  He walked them backwards until she hit the wall, Nathan plastered to her front. One hand snaked into his hair, and she pulled him in closer, her other arm wound around his back, low on his hipbone. He felt like coming home. Exciting, but also comforting and…right.

  The kiss was like no other she’d ever experienced. Desire pooled between her legs as his mouth plundered hers. His mouth left hers, and her low whimper of loss turned into a gasp of approval when he found her neck and licked and nibbled along the column of her throat.

  His fingers left her face to tangle once more in her hair, angling her head farther back, giving him access to the base of her throat. His dominance turned her the hell on. He took charge and she loved it.

  The hand he’d placed high on her hip traveled up her torso, pulling the soft cotton of her top as it went, exposing her skin to his touch. His fingers were heaven against her sensitive flesh, and she pressed in closer to him, squirming against him, wanting more.

  “Let go,” he murmured against her hair. “You don’t have to be Ice here. You can let go, and let yourself feel. Be Claire.”

  “I can’t control the burning thing I did. I’m scared if I get carried away I might hurt you.”

  Nathan’s face went soft at her words. In the dim light, his dark eyes glittered. “No, beautiful, let that fear go, too. You didn’t hurt us at the hotel. No matter what, you can’t hurt me. My magic is much stronger than yours.”

  He smiled. “And if you wish, tomorrow I’ll start teaching you to control your magic. Once you have control, you can stay with us, or you can go back to your life out there, knowing you won’t accidentally hurt anyone again.”

  “We start tomorrow?” she whispered. He’d mentioned learning about her magic, but the thought of beginning made her giddy.

  “Of course. You need control of your gifts. Wherever you decide to make your life, you shouldn’t be on the outside looking in. You deserve it all, the full experience.”

  Holy hell! His words curled around her heart, opening secret, closed off places she’d kept locked. Ice always found herself on the outside looking in. Never a full participant.

  “You need to let your guard down while you’re here.” Nathan’s deep voice rumbled. “Otherwise you won’t experience all our people and way of life have to offer. You did it when we flew. Do it now in this room, and do it in everything else. Whether it’s coffee with Teresa, or flying with a dragon, let yourself revel in it.”

  Oh, God. He wanted her to let go, here and now, in this room…with him.

  Ice didn’t need a man to make her physically safe; she’d the tools to take care of herself. Most of her boyfriends weren’t fighters, or the guys at the gym, as she preferred to keep her love life away from work. So being wrapped in a pair of big arms and held close to a hard, broad chest ticked a new experience box.

  His warmth seeped into her, and she pressed farther into it. His hand at her hip started its slow slide up once more, taking the thin cotton of her tank top with it and leaving a trail of fire wherever his fingers brushed. He slid her top from her arms and threw it to one side.

  Rough callouses on the tips of his fingers added to the sensations bombarding her. On the underside of her breast, his thumb swiped across the sensitive skin there, once, then again, before trailing down her ribs again. Nathan repeated this a few times, as again, his mouth found hers. With their bodies pressed tight, his hardness told her he wanted this as much as she did.

  “I want to learn every inch of you.” Nathan’s deep voice murmured in her ear, where he nibbled at the shell as he spoke.

  Ice wanted him to. Just his voice at her ear had moisture pooling between her legs. The whole situation bordered on insanity. He’d spent no time on foreplay and already her body answered his, primed and ready. Normally, a guy needed to spend some time to get her in anything approaching the mood for sex. It seemed all Nathan needed to do was throw her a few kisses and a brief touch of his warm hands, and she became unabashedly lustful.

  “Need to taste.” He tugged her jeans down her legs, and she stepped out of them, heart speeding up.

  Nathan picked her up and carried her to the bed, the sudden movement a surprise. She hit the mattress with a giggle, which died when he crawled over her, only to stop at her hips and part her legs. Then he blew warm air over her thin cotton panties. Ice froze as he gripped either side of the material and pulled it down. With a groan, he pushed her legs wider, then used his hands to part her, opening her to his gaze.

  “Beautiful,” he rasped, his voice gone thick and gravelly.

  Nathan touched his mouth to her, and Ice swore she saw stars. He licked at her expertly, and found her sweet spot straight away. It didn’t take long before her hips were bucking off the bed, her hands entangled in the sheets.

  Something built deep within, and it wasn’t the usual orgasm she’d experienced. Not the normal scratch-an-itch, sneeze of relief. It threatened to
eclipse her fun-times in the hotel room. The impending pleasure scared her so she drew away from Nathan’s sinful mouth, but he grunted and guided her back to his lips and tongue. When he pushed his thick middle finger into her, she arched her back off the bed and lost her battle to retain control. With a cry, she let go of the sheets and gripped his head as she came. It throbbed through her. Intense, scary, and overwhelming, it lasted a long time. It eventually ended, and she lay back, wrung out, but opened her eyes as Nathan shucked off his pajamas.

  He clambered up and over her. He lifted her leg and wound it around his back then positioned himself at her entrance. Gorgeous little aftershocks ran through her at the slight pressure of his thick cock nudging against her.

  “Tell me you want me,” he purred.

  Unable to do or say anything else, desperate to have him inside her, filling all her empty spaces, she nodded.

  “No. Say it. I made you a promise and I intend to keep it.” He slid his length against her, teasing, and making her want him more. “Tell me you want me or this ends now.”

  “I want you, Nathan. I want you right now.”

  She hitched her hips so his tip slid inside. Nathan stilled and stared at her, a smile playing over his sinful mouth. He thrust forward, slow and deliberate.

  God, so big. At first, she struggled to take him, but he withdrew, and then pushed in again more slowly as she relaxed around him. Each gentle thrust caused a burst of pleasure as those aftershocks returned.

  “Let me in.” Nathan claimed her mouth as he once more pushed forward.

  She moaned at the taste of him. Then he really moved. Each time he thrust inside, Ice let out a small moan. She couldn’t help herself, the sensations too delicious to do anything but give in. Heat built along her spine, deep in her stomach, and at her core. It intensified sending zaps of electric-sharp pleasure zooming around her body.

  “Shit!” She tore her mouth away from his. “What’s happening?”

  “Dragon sex, beautiful. Let yourself feel it.”

  He placed one hand in her hair, pulling with enough tension to send pleasurable pain along her scalp. Insane sensations rippled along her neck, where he set his teeth; so crazy good, she never wanted him to stop.

  When his other hand slipped between them to rub at her sweet spot, Ice lost it a second time. She cried out as an electric fire swamped her in a wave of intense pleasure.

  “Fucking hell.” Nathan swore as he pushed into her and held deep, emptying himself in her.

  Ice continued to throb around him as he let his weight fall on her for a moment. He withdrew, and she missed him immediately.

  He rolled to the side and spooned her, with one big arm around her middle, pulling her back into his warmth, a heavy thigh draped over her hip.

  “What the hell?” She couldn’t form the words properly to ask what happened. Yes, it had been great sex, but so much more. A lot more. She frowned and turned to look over her shoulder at Nathan.

  “Did you use your magic on me?”

  “Of course not, why?”

  “I didn’t mean in the sense you controlled me…only, I experienced some…odd things. Like a burning, but so good, then all this electricity stuff happened in my body. Again, all good. When I came, I didn’t know if I’d have an orgasm or burst into flames. But in a good way.”

  He laughed then. “Burst into flames in a good way?”

  “Yeah.”

  He chuckled. “Told you, beautiful, Dragon sex. When we have sex with those we’re closely matched to, it is said to be incendiary. Apparently, more than I ever let myself believe.”

  “And did it prove incendiary for you?” A moment of doubt hit her. What if he’d not found it as amazing? Shit, perhaps it hadn’t been so good for him?

  “Beautiful, it was perfect.” He kissed the top of her head.

  Okay. So he enjoyed it, too.

  “So will it be the same for me with Dom? You say it’s because we match, and I match Dom too, right? So…” She trailed off, suddenly worried she’d offended him by talking about another man when they’d been so intimate.

  Nathan’s arm tightened around her middle as he tugged her in closer. “Yeah, it should be the same with Dom. I mean not exactly the same, but you two will light fires when you get to it.”

  He’d said when, not if, and there went the tug of panic again, but he wasn’t finished.

  “When it’s the three of us…words like incendiary won’t do it justice.”

  Oh, wow.

  “Can I come in?” Speak of the devil. Dom pushed open the door and poked his head around.

  Ice hoped he wouldn’t be hurt to discover what they’d done. And right there sat the reason she needed to finish packing and run the hell away. Three’s didn’t work. Someone always got left out.

  “Sure.” Nathan motioned Dom over, and the other man strolled across to the room to stand and look at them.

  Dom laughed. “Look at you.” He trailed fingers through her mussed hair. “I like this look on you. I’m gonna call it your ‘fucked out’ look. I hope to see it a lot.”

  Okay, so not jealous then. Definitely not jealous, and a little crude if she were honest. But at least he wasn’t hurt.

  “Move up. I want a cuddle.” Dom started to pull his T-shirt and jogging bottoms off, and he wore nothing underneath.

  Nathan shuffled back in the big bed, bringing her with him, and making room for Dom, who climbed in beside them. He put his arm around Ice and gave her a soft kiss on the lips, before rubbing his nose on her neck and breathing in.

  “Nice. I’m hooked on the scent of the two of you together.” Dom lifted his eyes and looked beyond her.

  Nathan gave a grunt, and she wondered if they were still pissed at one another.

  Nathan’s long arm reached past her to give Dom’s bicep a squeeze. “We’ve got some busy days ahead of us.”

  “Why?” Dom asked.

  “Because we need to teach Ice how to use her magic,” Nathan replied.

  Ice gave a happy sigh and let her eyes drift closed, too exhausted by the weird, electrical orgasm she’d experienced to do anything else.

  Dom chuckled. “Yeah. Fucked out suits you, sweetheart.”

  She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and slapped his arm lightly, but he only chuckled again.

  She let sleep steal over her.

  Chapter Ten

  Nathan stared morosely at the coffeepot. He was such a dick. Firstly, he’d laid into Dom for initiating something with Ice, and then gone and done the same thing himself. Dom hadn’t given him any shit for his hypocrisy. No, instead he’d joined them and they’d ended up having a nap of all things. All snuggled up together. Then he’d woken and seen them sleeping, and needed to get out of there.

  Nathan wanted them both. In all ways. He’d wanted Dom for the longest time, but always told himself finding their female match would soothe his desire. Instead, claiming Ice only made his need for the male burn stronger. Now he’d experienced how good things were with her, he bet it’d be the same with Dom, and absolute dynamite between all of them.

  It must have taken Dom real guts to say how he felt, and what had he done? He’d walked away. Instead of at least acknowledging Dom’s feelings, he’d closed off and walked out.

  It hurt though, to hear Dom say he thought he wanted them to go there. He desired the other male with such ferociousness the word think didn’t come into it at all. He wanted the same in return. But he’d lived a lot longer. In dragon terms, his bonded male was but a baby. Nathan had spent decades in only the company of males, during the wars between dragons and humans. He’d happily slaked his lust with others of the same sex, so to him the idea of sexing it up with a male didn’t prove remotely scary. Dom though? He’d been alive less than fifty years. Much of his time spent with his clan in Canada. A pretty laid back collective. And small. There probably hadn’t been much opportunity to mess about with any dragons, male or female.

  Nathan should have enco
uraged him in voicing his desires.

  “Shit!” He slammed the milk carton onto the counter.

  “What’d the milk ever do to you?” Dom rubbed sleepily at his eyes.

  The sight of his bonded male gave him a deep sense of euphoria. Similar to Ice, Dom possessed striking and unusual looks. His blue eyes were always startling when contrasted with his dark hair, but in the bright early-morning light of the kitchen they were a clear sky blue.

  Hating to admit he’d been wrong, but unwilling to wuss out either, Nathan cleared his throat. “I owe you an apology. Yesterday, when you told me…when you said…that perhaps your feelings…” For pity’s sake. When did he become a stuttering idiot?

  Dom strolled up to him. “Apology accepted, if you’ll make me a coffee. Smells delicious.” He drew himself up until he matched Nathan’s superior height, leaned in and brushed his lips over Nathans.

  “I’m going to take a shower.”

  Dom sauntered out of the kitchen, and Nathan gripped the counter to stop himself from running after him and tackling him to the ground. His cock pressed against the granite surface, hard and demanding. Fuck! If a soft brush of lips could have him so raring to go, they would be absolutely on fire together.

  He’d been more than willing to give the idea up and stick to him and Ice, with Dom as a platonic partner, if it meant finally getting to experience the mating bond. And, if he were honest, as a way to keep Dom close. But he had to admit, he’d always miss it. Now, if he dared to hope for something to happen between him and Dom, he might get everything he’d dreamed of. A complete triad. All of them in it together. The idea made him harder, which became painful.

  Ice’s tinkling laugh drifted in from the hallway. Intrigued, he followed the sound, coffee forgotten. Upon rounding the corner to the bedroom, he stopped short.

  Dom and Ice were chasing one another around the room, having a pillow fight. Nathan smiled and watched them, keeping himself out of sight. Dom had obviously gotten sidetracked from his shower.

  Ice got Dom in the face with a full-on smack of her pillow. She tried to run by him, but his arm snaked out and caught her, pulling her into him. She went willingly, but once against his body, her laughter died. Their eyes locked, and she rose on her tippy-toes, so her lips touched his.