“Nothing. Llyr’s got it handled,” Ozzie said, the worry fading only enough to filter in irritation, which was par for the course for him.
I lifted my brows as I sat back down, grasping some of what had Ozzie all tangled up. “Oh, he does, does he? Does that mean what I think it means?”
I smirked, figuring Deva had called in the big guns for her night with Bodhi. She’d been distraught over Belah’s warning, but I’d never known her to give up easily. Satyr essence had some serious mind-altering properties, so it wouldn’t surprise me if it could protect Bodhi from whatever mental damage Deva’s mark might do. And maybe by tomorrow she’d have two more pieces of her soul to play with.
“It means he’s got it fucking handled,” Ozzie snapped. He jerked open the fridge and found the chilled turul vodka he’d stashed in the freezer earlier, opened it, and took a swig straight from the bottle.
“Okay,” I drawled. “You want to talk about it? You were gone a while.”
I considered floating a dose of my smoke his way to help snap him out of his constant funk, but didn’t relish the idea of having my head bitten off if he took it the wrong way. Besides, I had a sneaking suspicion his link to Deva was deeper than he let on, and if that was the case, it made sense for him to be in a bad mood. He was the only one of us who hadn’t been intimate with her in the last week.
He raked a hand through his sandy blond hair and took another swig from the bottle, his gaze distant and stormy. He’d been wound up so fucking tight these last few days I thought he might snap. Something had to give.
A melodic laugh carried from outside the bus, followed by the sweet strains of a song, and I glanced out to see Maddie singing beside the campfire Willem had built. The big white dragon looked on with obvious affection as she sang to him. I’d much rather have gone to hang out with them—they at least broadcasted something positive. The pair were so close to falling in love I could taste it, but they held back, which made their current exchange bittersweet.
I turned back in time to see Ozzie lie back on the sofa and close his eyes, apparently intent on shutting out whatever was bothering him. I could have told him it wouldn’t work. He’d only internalize, and the fucker’s mood was starting to affect me.
I shot a glance at the bunks where Keagan had retreated ages ago and was sound asleep. I considered my original plan, begging fatigue to get out of this painful interaction, when Ozzie let out a curse and opened his eyes.
“He’s fucking with me. Something’s going on up there, but he says it’s fine. I know the asshole is lying, but have no way to tell how big the lie is.”
I wasn’t a turul, but his words were laced with enough frustrated affection my head spun.
“Are you in love with him?” I asked. It was a longshot of a question, but his reaction told me everything. He cursed and tilted the bottle back, swallowing it in several gulps, rivulets of the clear liquid dripping down his chin. “Fuck, that’s harsh. Both of them, huh?”
“I’m not in love with anyone,” he rasped, sitting up and rubbing his hands over his face.
I regarded him with my best “seriously, dude?” look, and when he met my gaze, he sneered.
“Fucking hell, Ro, will you stop that shit?”
Shrugging, I said, “Sorry, it’s not something I can turn off. When you broadcast, I sense it. You’re crazy about Deva. That was something we all figured out on day one, and it makes sense since we’re all right there with you. This Llyr thing, though—that’s new. And I have to say, it’s intriguing as fuck, because I never pegged you for someone who swings both ways.”
“I’m not,” he grumbled. “He blood-melded me.” The hedging tone in his voice made me raise a brow at him again.
“Yeah, that doesn’t happen until you’re already deep into it with someone.”
Ozzie’s brooding look was back. “Doesn’t matter how. We’re in it now, and not knowing what’s going on with either of them is driving me fucking crazy. And . . .”
His eyes widened as he trailed off, irises sparking with white lightning. At the same second, a wave of pure pleasure rocked through me and I gasped. I dropped my hands to my crotch, my dick a stiff rod in my jeans. From the back of the bus came a thump, then a rattle, and Keagan emerged from his bunk with a curse.
He looked wild-eyed and flushed, wearing nothing but a pair of loose sweats that were tented in front. “What the fuck did you do?” he asked, looking at me.
“Not me, man. It felt like someone just fucking came. It wasn’t us . . .” I waved between me and Ozzie seated across from each other, fully clothed and not even in contact. Ozzie was staring in bewilderment at the bulge in his pants.
“Deva,” he muttered.
I stared at him for a beat, then at Keagan.
“What do you mean?” Keagan asked. Before Ozzie could answer, it came again like a wave of pure, tingling heat as potent as if I’d been inside her while she climaxed and her Nirvana was flooding into me.
When we caught our breaths, Ozzie gave us both a drunken look and chuckled softly. “She’s with Bodhi,” he said, slurring slightly. “Somehow convinced the poor bastard to share his soul with her. So now we’re all bound up together, the four of us. Five of us.” He squinted. Then shook his head and cursed. “Fucking hell, you two didn’t hear that from me.”
“Don’t know what the fuck you mean, dude, but logic ain’t happening with this going on,” Keagan said, gesturing at his hard-on. “Ro, I hope to fuck you’re not holding out for her today.”
I wasn’t having any easier of a time deciphering what Ozzie had just said. All I knew was that these waves of pleasure weren’t stopping, and I was going to go out of my mind if I didn’t do something.
Keagan gave me a pleading look and I surged up out of my seat and grabbed him by the back of the neck. He grunted when my mouth slammed down on his, then clung to me as he kissed me back.
Before we could get any more tangled up, I pushed him back and spun him around. “Bed. Now.”
He moved quickly, dropping his pants on the way through the narrow doorway to the master bedroom in the back of the bus. I tore off my shirt and unfastened my jeans, shimmying out of them before joining him on the bed. His gaze fevered, he grabbed at me, hauling me against his broad chest and rolling me onto my back. Our hard dicks grazed against each other and I gasped into his mouth, hips bucking up at the contact.
“Fuck, if Deva’s causing this, I really fucking wish we were in the room with her right now,” Keagan said, then sank his teeth into my pec as he palmed my dick and balls, rolling them between his fingers. Pleasure zinged through mem and I wasn’t sure whether it was from his touch or from whatever this fresh new link was sending us. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, but I loved it.
I surged back up, hooking a leg around Keagan’s and pinning him down to the bed while I straddled his hips. I took us both in hand, aligning our cocks and squeezing them together while I stroked us. He arched his back and groaned.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I want you inside me.”
I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “Seriously? This is a first.”
“Get Bodhi to fuck you once and you’ll get it,” he said.
My strokes halted and I stared at him. “He fucked you? Wow, remind me to thank him next time I see him.”
I scooted back and positioned myself between Keagan’s thighs. He bent his knees and spread them wide, his balls so tight his puckered hole was visible between his cheeks.
My dick throbbed with the prospect of sliding deep and fucking him, something I’d never had the pleasure of experiencing before. I always guessed his subservient male ursa status compelled him to compensate by topping his male partners and never argued. I loved him any way I could get him.
His proclamation was still sinking in when I felt a hot breath against the back of my neck and a hand slid around my chest.
“If you don’t fuck him, I will,” Ozzie rumbled in my ear, his breath hot and f
ragrant from the booze. His knuckles brushed my lower back and I heard the muted clank of his belt buckle, then his zipper.
Fucking Ozzie wanted in on the action? When did this happen? But hell if I was going to say no. The more the merrier.
I couldn’t have been any more turned on when the sensation of his thick, hot shaft grazed my ass as his jeans came open. I’d volunteer if Keagan turned him down.
“Maestro? Since when . . .” Keagan asked, leaning up on his elbows and staring behind me at the drunken turul who had crashed our party. Ozzie dropped his hand to my cock and began stroking it and I let my head fall back on his shoulder, more than willing to let him call the shots now. He was the Maestro for a reason.
“Might as well not fight it, now that we’re all part of her.” He cupped my balls and squeezed, his dick sliding along the cleft of my ass.
I didn’t resist when he twisted just enough to clamp his mouth over mine, the kiss hot and fervent, his tongue potent from the alcohol. I wanted to know what he was going on about, all of us being a part of her, but sensed him on the precipice of surrender. He needed to unwind for once, and I wasn’t about to stop if it meant allowing him to let go.
He released my mouth and looked down at Keagan. “On all fours.”
Keagan gave us both a hungry grin as he obeyed, rolling over and aiming his ass at us. He reached between his thighs and tugged on his cock, wrapping his hand around his balls in one stroke, the two orbs coming free of his grip and swinging between his thighs beneath the tight opening on display.
Ozzie released me and moved away, slipping off the bed and pushing his pants the rest of the way off. “Get him ready,” he said, tilting his chin toward Keagan. This version of the Maestro was familiar, yet refreshingly different. I’d never thought of Ozzie this way before, but he’d clearly had a change of heart about the whole idea of fucking other men.
“My pleasure,” I murmured. I didn’t know whether I was readying the ursa for me or for Ozzie, but either way, this would be a hell of an experience.
I moved closer to Keagan and grabbed both his ass cheeks, then impulsively reached between his legs to cup his balls, tugging gently until he cursed and his cock spasmed against my knuckles. I toyed with him as I bent down, darting out my dragon tongue to flick around his opening.
Ozzie climbed onto the bed again, settling down against the pillows near Keagan’s head. He tangled his fingers through Keagan’s hair, directing the ursa’s face toward his cock. Keagan rumbled low as he obeyed, taking Ozzie into his mouth.
He moaned as I swiped my tongue around his puckered opening, then slipped a finger into him, testing the lubrication. My saliva was as effective as any lube, as long as I used enough. It seemed to be the perfect amount, based on his reaction—he pushed back, sliding his mouth off Ozzie’s dick with a curse.
“Fuck him until you come,” Ozzie said. Then the Maestro threw his head back and moaned.
The fresh wave of pleasure that rocked through me explained his reaction. I dragged in a breath at the overwhelming sensation that I’d just absorbed another of Deva’s orgasms. This link Ozzie had suggested made more sense, though. It felt just like Deva’s power flooding me when she came. I’d had no idea being with Bodhi could do this, but I wasn’t fucking complaining.
Keagan reached back and grabbed my hip. “Now, goddamn it!” He shot a wild look over his shoulder and I obliged, positioning my cock at his ass and pushing in.
Keagan grunted loudly, but didn’t protest, instead wrapping his lips around Ozzie’s dick again. Ozzie tangled his fingers in Keagan’s thick hair, guiding his bobbing head along his shaft, but his eyes remained fixed on me as I fucked my ursa lover. His gaze was watchful, almost impatient, and when a fresh wave of unexpected pleasure washed through me from that external force, I couldn’t hold back. I slammed hard into Keagan’s ass, eliciting a strangled cry from him as I came, shooting jet after jet of hot come into him.
Ozzie pushed Keagan off his dick and moved toward me the second I withdrew. He came around beside me, and before I could ask what next, he rammed his cock in where I’d just been.
Keagan let out a strangled yell, his arms flexing as he clutched at the pillows, but he didn’t protest. He just pushed back, meeting Ozzie’s fierce thrusts like he was desperate for it.
“Fuck yeah, hard like that,” Keagan muttered, groaning. “Gaia save me, I need to come so bad.”
“Take care of him,” Ozzie grunted, his eyes wild now as he rammed into Keagan. He bent over the ursa’s back, snaking an arm around his torso, and urged Keagan up.
They remained joined, Ozzie still pounding hard into Keagan’s ass as Keagan let himself be pulled back against Ozzie’s chest. That gave me the room I needed, and I fell on Keagan’s cock with a hunger I didn’t quite understand. I loved sucking him off—that was nothing new—but the need to taste him overwhelmed me as I took his cock as deep into my throat as I could.
“Ro, Jesus fuck,” Keagan muttered, covering my head with his hands and sliding his palms down to my shoulders. “Gonna come so fucking hard!”
Hell yeah. Give it to me. I sucked harder, my dick stiff enough that I could come again if I tried, but too focused on getting Keagan there to bother with myself.
He let out a roar that rocked the bus and probably terrified any nearby campers who might have heard. Then his delicious salty-sweet essence shot into my throat, filling my mouth as I swallowed.
I relished the sensation of his fertile magic flooding me, and a second later heard another curse. Ozzie gripped my upper arm and another dose of fresh Nirvana sank into me, the sheer pleasure of them both causing my own dick to erupt against the sheets with no more contact than the friction of my hips against the bed.
I rolled over, panting and staring up at the skylight. Keagan collapsed along the bed, his head down near my feet. He lazily gripped my thigh, smacking it lightly as if rewarding me for a job well done. I chuckled, then groaned.
“Fuck. What the hell was that?” I tilted my head back and stared at Ozzie. I got a good view of the underside of his dick and balls as he cleaned himself off with his shirt and blinked at the strangeness of the situation.
The Maestro had just had a fucking threesome with us. I bet he’d fucked Llyr too, if they were really blood-melded. Well, unless Llyr had topped him, but something told me the Maestro wouldn’t have been down for that.
My dick twitched at the idea of being topped by him. I had to admit I’d fantasized enough times before Keagan and I hooked up, and even after, but Ozzie had never given either of us the impression he would be game.
As I lay there, my gaze lifted to his face and my blood heated at the interested look in his eyes as he stared at my stiff dick.
“You’re still hard,” he said.
“Yeah, whatever it is they’re doing up there is still going strong. You feel it too, don’t you?” I rolled over and propped myself on my elbows. “You said we’re all a part of her now. Which means you too. Is there something you want to tell us?”
His blue eyes turned stormy again and he licked his lips. He was eyeing my ass now, and I clenched involuntarily. He dropped his shirt and grabbed his dick. “Yeah, it means me too, but no, I’m not telling you shit until after you let me fuck you.”
My mouth dropped open and Keagan let out a low rumble of a laugh behind me. “Jesus, Oz, was my ass not enough?”
Keagan smacked me hard on one bare cheek, then grabbed hold, parting me enough to push two probing fingers in between. I hissed and dropped my head, lifting my hips to push back against the pleasurable sensation. I fucking loved when Keagan manhandled me, and after seeing the intensity of Ozzie’s fucking, I was sure he would offer a mind-blowing experience.
While my head was down, Keagan rose and shifted across the bed, his fingers still buried inside me. I heard a drawer open and the snap of a cap, followed by the cool trickle of lube down my cleft. He pulled his fingers out and pushed back in, twisting until I groaned from the acute pleasu
re.
The bed shifted and I turned my head, registering Ozzie’s movement through the haze of sensation.
“He’s all yours, Maestro,” Keagan said, smacking me on the ass again after removing his fingers.
Ozzie gripped my ass in both hands, rocking his cock along my lubed cleft for a few strokes before positioning his tip at my opening. As he pushed into me, another wave of pleasure hit, coursing through my entire body with the distinct sensations that accompanied Deva’s Nirvana.
Whatever the fuck she and Bodhi were doing, I hated that I was missing it, but the thrum of pleasure coming from wherever they were was so potent it was like she was here in the midst of us. With Ozzie’s first thrust I could sense Bodhi too, their combined magic flowing through my soul.
They were all here, save Llyr. Where he was, I didn’t know, but the others may as well have been fucking me too, or me them, and it was the most glorious feeling I’d ever experienced. All of us were tangled together in pleasure, in love, and with no secrets concealed.
That was when it hit me, the second Ozzie slammed one final thrust and came in a hot jet accompanied by a warm breeze. His soul was part of her too, and had been for a lot longer than mine.
And I was pretty sure Deva didn’t know.
24
Llyr
A strange jolt of pleasure shot through me out of nowhere and I halted on the stone path, surrounded by the sounds of my home. My link to Deva had flared, and my perpetual awareness of her had picked up a change. My ability to sense her had increased since our melding the day before, but this was new. Experimentally, I reached for Bodhi and wasn’t surprised to find a mirror to the pleasure in him.
My gut panged at the understanding that they’d gone through with making love despite the warning Fate had given her. I wasn’t surprised. The threat had all the trappings of manipulation, so I didn’t trust the motivations, nor did I believe Fate couldn’t be manipulated just as hard in return. It wanted something from us; we just had to figure out what that was and leverage it to our advantage.
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