I tilted my head back to look at him. “I’m also part dragon, you know, and you can’t get a dragon pregnant unless she’s marked you first and you both want to conceive.”
Keagan gave me a pained look with kind eyes. “It sounds like you’re trying to talk me into fucking you.”
I glanced between my thighs where Rohan’s tongue was still wrapped around Keagan, the dragon’s big head tilting up and down as he stroked. With each slow pass, Keagan’s tip grazed my opening, but he kept his hips pushed back into the cushions beneath us to avoid penetration.
“It’s for Rohan,” I said. “Don’t let him down, Keagan.”
“Ah, fuck.” Keagan dropped his head back on whatever destroyed couch cushions held us and relaxed his hips, tilting them up to graze his length along my swollen folds. I slipped my hand down between my thighs to guide him into me, but Rohan seemed to have things handled.
The dragon released my ankle and I lifted my foot, bracing it on Keagan’s other thigh on top of his bunched blue jeans. When Rohan’s tongue pressed Keagan’s tip to my core, the ursa gripped my hips and squeezed.
“Hold on,” he growled into my ear, then slammed into me in a hard, fast stroke.
Pleasure exploded through me when his thick cock penetrated my core, and I arched back with a cry. I reached behind me with both hands, clutching at the back of Keagan’s neck for purchase as he began to thrust in earnest.
“Fuck, I never knew a pussy could feel so fucking good on my cock. I’m gonna come so hard.”
All I could do was whimper in response. Rohan let out a gruff noise of interest and leaned over me, flicking his tongue around the tips of my breasts, then darting between my thighs to tease my clit.
The whole point of taking advantage of my Prismatic power was that I didn’t need to climax in order to transfer the power to him, but where was the fun in that? I could have absorbed all the magic generated by Keagan’s orgasms and channeled it to the dragon, allowing him to resume his human shape, but I wanted my own—and Mother help me, I wanted both these men to give it to me more than once.
Keagan dug his fingers into my hips as he pumped up into me, and I was lost to the delicious sensations of Rohan’s dragon tongue teasing my nipples, then my clit, never remaining in one spot long enough to let me come. Keagan’s aura flared red, enveloping us and Rohan’s head in a rosy haze that reflected the pleasure inundating my body.
“So fucking perfect,” Keagan gritted into my ear just before slamming into me with a harsh grunt, then held my hips tight against his as he shot his orgasm deep into me.
Hot power flooded me from both his fingertips and his cock, sinking in through my skin in a rush. My eyes flew open at the sensation of being filled once again with energy after being completely dry for the last hour. I drank it in, squeezing his cock with the muscles of my core until he grunted.
“Deva, I might have to turn you over and fuck you again if you keep that up.”
I wanted that more than I could say, but I had a task to complete first.
Gripping Rohan by the horns again, I sat up and let my feet slide off Keagan’s thighs to settle on the floor. I suppressed a shiver of pleasure at the deeper contact of Keagan’s cock still throbbing inside me. He sat up behind me, his lips finding my shoulder and his hands slipping up to cup my breasts.
“Bring him back to us, princess,” he murmured.
Fixing my gaze on Rohan’s, I gave my instincts free rein. Within the span of that thought, power surged through my palms into his horns. His pupils constricted and golden smoke flooded from his snout, enveloping me in the scent of sunlight and joy. Then the big dragon shifted, shrinking back down to the beautiful golden-haired man who’d serenaded me so perfectly before a fate hound had mauled his soul.
But this Rohan lacked the look of elated wonder at having a partner to sing with. He still held the wild hunger of a feral dragon in his eyes and he fell on me, clutching at my head, raking his fingers through my hair as he claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss.
“Fucking hell, that was hot,” he said, pulling away and panting. “You begging for his cock like that. You are so damn beautiful, all spread open and filled up with him. But I want to see you come, Deva. I want to taste you on my tongue when you do.”
He fell to his knees. Something brittle and wooden crunched beneath him, but he didn’t seem to care as he buried his face between my legs found my clit.
Sweet Mother, yes!
I surrendered as Keagan pulled me down and began to pump into me again while Rohan pushed my thighs wide to give himself access to my needy clit. He seemed intent on drawing it out, and Keagan’s second climax shot into me in the midst of my own begging to be allowed to finish.
My fingers were tangled into Rohan’s golden curls, tugging him tight against me before he relented with a giddy laugh and pushed me over the edge. I let out a joyous yell when the pleasure overtook me, bucking up into his face and rejoicing when Keagan’s cock erupted a third time into my flooded depths.
8
Deva
Rohan’s shredded t-shirt hung off my shoulders as I sat up, and I let it slide off and held the destroyed garment out to him. “I’d apologize, but you’re the one who ruined it.”
Beneath me Keagan groaned, his half-hard cock still entrenched. I let out a breathless gasp when he pushed into me, my entire body still buzzing from the flood of power. My well was full, but I couldn’t in good conscience hoard the power when Rohan’s soul still bled despite the infusion he’d just received.
“Can you come again?” I asked over my shoulder.
Keagan’s heated look cooled and his gaze shuttered. After a second, he shook his head. “Better give me fifteen. Give him what you can and we can try again soon, if you’re up for it.”
He squeezed my hip in a businesslike way and I eased off his lap, sighing when his cock left my tender depths. The room spun, and I stood holding my head and blinking for a moment.
Rohan retrieved his destroyed shirt and began to gently clean between my legs where his friend’s semen and my own flood of arousal coated my inner thighs.
When my vision cleared, I stroked his head. “You don’t need to take care of me, Ro. I’ll be fine. You’re the one who’s leaking magic like a sieve.”
His hand trembled and he lowered it, then looked at me, his face nearly at the same level as mine despite the fact that he was on his knees and I was standing. He was far too pale for the Gold dragon that he was, his eyes lacking the spark they should have had and his aura still dimly fluctuating like a weakened pulse.
He threw his arms around me and I threaded my fingers through his hair, slipping my hands down to rub his shoulders, and willing some of the power to flow from me into him. I was fascinated by the subtle, iridescent glow that bled from my palms. How had I never known I could do this?
I closed my eyes and focused on the dragon part of me. Over the past year, I’d worked my ass off to recognize each of my five aspects and to hone whatever magic I was capable of within them. My dragon father, Aodh, had explained that many of our powers were innate and remained passive unless needed. I could see auras and communicate telepathically with other dragons, but I couldn’t breathe fire or shift or mark a soul mate with my tongue, assuming I ever succeeded in finding a mate.
I possessed passive traits similar to those of the other races too: endurance in extreme temperatures; the ability to hold my breath under water for a preternatural length of time; a better than average singing voice. This Prismatic power must be a reaction to Rohan’s need, because it took very little effort to use.
He sighed into my breasts and squeezed tighter. “Thank you,” he said.
Keagan came around us, stepping carefully over the detritus as he pulled up his jeans.
“What a fucking disaster. Maestro’s going to tan our hides for this. You two go rest while I get some of this shit cleaned up.” He bent and picked up a shredded cushion, wrinkling his nose at the singe marks on it, then
tossing it aside.
With a groan, Rohan rose, his eyes hazy and slightly unfocused. He still looked unsteady, so I slipped my arm around his waist and urged him to lean on me. My own strength had returned with Keagan’s multiple infusions of energy, but I knew better than to dump it all into Rohan at once, despite my urge to do so.
“Show me the way,” I said, glancing around.
He tilted his head toward a sunlit corridor and I navigated us around the ruined living room and up the couple steps out of it. We headed down the hall where we entered a big, comfortable bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows displaying a breathtaking view of the sea and sky. Guitars of all types hung on the walls and stood on stands around the room. Dragons were collectors by nature, and I thought I’d just discovered Rohan’s treasure of choice.
I aimed him at the bed and he obligingly let me throw the covers back and help him in. As he stretched out against the pillows, I shifted my sight to take a look at his soul, which was still seeping magic, though more slowly now. The hounds were thankfully absent, and I hoped like hell they weren’t hanging around Willem and Sandor.
“We need to keep your aura strong,” I said. “Sing with me?”
Rohan let out a grunt. “Can we not sing Leather and Lace again? I feel like it didn’t work as well in the car.”
He scooted over and beckoned, and I slipped into the bed beside him, my body coming alive again at the sensation of his warm, hard muscles against my skin. When I pressed my cheek to his chest, he nuzzled my head and sighed in what I hoped was contentment.
“Your aura’s so fucking brilliant. I’ve never seen anything like it. When you’re close to me, it helps ease the ache I feel here.” He pressed his fist over his midsection where the glowing orb of his soul resided.
“That’s your soul you feel. The hound bit you and it’s bleeding.”
“You can see it?” He stroked fingertips in a circle at the base of his sternum.
“When I adjust my vision to look, yes.”
I didn’t want to look again because I already knew how bad it was, and even though he was right—my aura did slow the bleeding when I snuggled close to him—strengthening his aura was the best way to keep it under control. I began to hum, a melody emerging in my mind that matched the slow and steady beat of his pulse beneath my ear.
His voice emerged, low but clear and in perfect harmony with my humming, adding words to the notes. I turned my head and rested my chin on his chest, meeting his gaze as he sang the song to match my melody. His golden irises had brightened slightly, some of his fire returning as we continued our improvised tune about a crazy girl born in darkness who falls in love with a boy made of sunlight.
For the briefest second, the power seeping from his soul stopped drifting away into the air toward the direction the hounds must be, and shifted to aim at me. I stared at the tendril of soul magic, wondering what it would do, but when it only lazily swayed in the air without going any farther, I realized why: I had no soul for his to mate with.
I stopped singing, feeling like an idiot for wishing the song were a real mating song. None of them had been real—not the one I’d written for Ozzie, who’d taught me all the joys of music to begin with, nor the one I’d sung to Llyr, who had introduced me to the true pleasure my body was capable of. Without a soul, the songs were pointless.
“What’s wrong? Why did you stop singing?”
Sighing, I began again, but my heart wasn’t in it. Rohan remained silent, and after a moment shifted onto his side to face me. He touched my chin and I quieted.
“It’s all right. You don’t have to keep going. That helped enough for now. Do you have any idea how to make it stop? You said earlier that there were other victims you needed to check on. How are they doing?”
“I’m not sure, but when I left, the first two had improved. Their wounds had closed, and I think it’s because the hounds chose new victims. It’s the two new victims I want to visit. I think now that you and Willem have the wounds, theirs have probably healed, or at least stopped bleeding.”
“We should go visit them, then,” he said.
“Not until you’re feeling better. If they are healed, they don’t need me. You do.”
He nodded and closed his eyes. “Tomorrow, maybe,” he said, slipping his arm around me and pulling me close. He remained silent, and I’d have believed he’d fallen asleep, except for the way his eyebrows were drawn together.
“Are you in pain?” I asked, stroking his forehead and smoothing the silken coils of gold away from his brow.
He opened his eyes and shook his head. “No. Just don’t tell Keagan about your theory that choosing new victims heals the old ones. He’d try to get bit.”
I frowned. “We don’t know if they’d attack someone who wasn’t part of the bloodline.”
“He’d find a way, trust me.”
The depth of his worry struck me, and I suddenly felt painfully out of place, like I’d interfered in the worst way possible. “He loves you that much,” I said. “I’ll go get him. You should be together right now.”
I started to slip out of bed, but Rohan grabbed me and yanked me back down, pinning me to the mattress and hovering over me. “You are who I need right now. He understands, trust me.”
Rohan muted my objection with his mouth on mine. Despite the very intimate and satisfying encounter I’d had with the pair of them earlier, I wasn’t convinced Keagan was happy I was here. But Rohan’s naked body obliterated any other thoughts.
He devoured my mouth and I relented, giving back and letting more of the power I’d absorbed seep into him. If I couldn’t find the inspiration to sing, I could at least keep him topped off.
“Mmm, there are better ways to give me energy, you know,” he murmured against my neck. He palmed one breast, and I gasped at the pressure of his fingertips lightly squeezing one taut nipple. Lifting his head, he looked down at me with a smirk as he trailed his hand down my belly and between my thighs.
My eyelids fluttered closed and I bit my lip, whimpering when he grazed his fingertips down the center of my channel and back up, then halting to begin steady, circular strokes over my clit.
“Sweet Mother, you’re like a fucking beacon when you’re turned on,” he said. His touch slowed and I opened my eyes. He’d grown pale again and I sat up, pushing him down to the pillows.
“You need to rest.”
“I need to taste you,” he grumbled. “I bet you still taste like him. He tastes like life, you know. You wouldn’t deprive a sick dragon of the taste of life would you?” he added with a pout.
His hand strayed up my thigh, lazily stroking between my folds once more.
“It’d be too much of a strain on you, clearly,” I said. “You can’t even sit up without almost passing out.”
His tanned shoulder twitched. “So I’ll just lie here and let you do all the work. You ever sixty-nine before?”
My eyes widened and I coughed. “Ah . . .” I hedged, but couldn’t resist perusing his body when he threw the covers off, revealing his very ready erection. “No. I’ve never even, um . . .”
He barked a laugh. “You’re part dragon, and you’ve never sucked a dick?” he said, plucking the words from my mind.
“I’ve thought about it. Just never done it,” I said, easily visualizing one of my favorite ongoing fantasies. It included the most vivid image of Ozzie West coaching me through taking him in my mouth. I’d spent so much time crafting it that I had the details etched in my memory, right down to the warm, salty flavor of him and the velvety texture of his cock on my tongue.
Rohan squeezed my thigh. In a low voice, he said, “It looks like you know what you want to do. Humor me?”
It hit me that this man was far from a fantasy. He was flesh and blood, and not only did he need what I could give him, he craved me as much as I craved him.
He groaned as I awkwardly turned and aimed my backside toward his head and slung one knee across his wide shoulders. A shiver coursed up my
spine when he gripped my ass and slithered his fully shifted dragon tongue through my channel.
“Fuck, Deva,” he rumbled. I was frozen, struggling to process the utterly exposed sensation and the heaviness between my thighs. When he wrapped his lips around my entire sex, I gasped and tilted my hips.
He squeezed my ass and bent his knees to gain leverage enough to sink his tongue deep into me. I cried out at the invasion and dropped my head to his hip, whimpering from the onslaught of pleasure.
Gradually the silken sensation of his shaft against my nose roused me. I nuzzled the warm pouch of his testicles, then experimentally brushed my lips over one round orb. Lifting up a little more, I darted my tongue out and teased along the smooth seam between them.
Rohan let out a rough moan into my flesh and tilted his hips up. I braced myself with one hand on the bed and gripped his shaft with the other, marveling at the rigid thickness, so smooth and hot.
Curious, I ran my tongue the full length of him and was thrown straight into my fantasy, except now I was being pleasured by Rohan’s mouth at the same time, and nothing in that fantasy had felt as exquisite as the sensation of his tongue alternately fucking me and tormenting my clit until he drove me mad.
That’s because Ozzie’s not a dragon.
I pushed the thought aside. Ozzie had no place in this moment, and the strangely persistent fantasy was starting to irritate me. That old crush had stuck with me for the past year, and it was time I made an effort to shed it once and for all. I didn’t need a fantasy when I had reality.
Reality was the smoky flavor of Rohan’s flesh under my tongue and his fingers digging into my ass when I took his tip into my mouth and sucked, savoring the tangy fluid that had gathered at his small slit.
I found a rhythm with my hands and mouth that felt strangely familiar, despite the fact that this was the first time I’d ever done this. I wasn’t sure I was doing it right, but I loved the way Rohan’s knees splayed wide and he bucked into my stroking hands. With each stroke, magic churned in the air, drawn in by our twin cyclones of desire.
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