FATE’S FOOLS: Fate’s Fools Book One

by Ophelia Bell

  Keagan’s fingers squeezed my waist. “Then we’d better make the most of it,” he rumbled. “Trust me, Deva. This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with him in this state. He’s kind of an irresponsible jackass, but I love him anyway.”

  “Does he usually destroy the house?”

  Keagan’s chest shook with a low laugh against my back. “This is a first. The Maestro’s going to be livid, but we’ll deal with him later. First things first.” His hands slipped down to my hips and grazed the naked skin beneath the hem of Rohan’s shirt. “I’m going to take this off you. Naked . . . ah . . . female flesh is better than clothed, yeah? At least I’m hoping he’s as enthralled with your tits uncovered as he was when you were dressed.”

  “He was enthralled?” I managed to squeak out just as a big claw hooked the collar of the shirt and swiped down, preempting Keagan’s undressing of me by slicing the shirt straight down the center. An interested rumble echoed through the room as Rohan raised his snout and nudged between my breasts, inhaling softly.

  Keagan snorted. “Case in point. You do have fantastic breasts.”

  I breathed in sharply when Rohan’s tongue flicked across my nipples, eliciting a flood of heat between my thighs.

  “And you smell fucking amazing,” Keagan said, pressing his face into my neck. He squeezed my hip with one hand and slipped his other beneath my back. I tried to move to give him room to maneuver, but Rohan’s enormous head had me trapped. I couldn’t find purchase with my feet enough to leverage my hips up so I reached up and grasped Rohan’s horns again.

  “Don’t do that . . . oh fuck . . .” Keagan warned, but it was too late. When my hands tightened around the dragon’s horns, a tremor seemed to pass through him. His wings stretched out, knocking into more furniture and breakable objects. On one side, glass shattered and I was sure one of the big windows had just bit the dust. Rohan tilted his head down, his snout nudging between my legs, oddly gentle for his size. The hot flood of breath passing over my core made me gasp and then moan as his tongue met my slick heat and parted my folds.

  “Dragon horns are an erogenous zone,” Keagan murmured into my ear. “Touching them can be an invitation. Don’t encourage him too much or he’ll try to fuck you. And while you may be part ursa, you don’t exactly look like you’re ready for a fully shifted dragon cock. Here . . .” He hooked an arm across my chest just beneath my breasts. “Brace your free foot on my thigh.”

  I did as he suggested, releasing Rohan’s horns and exhaling in relief when he withdrew his tongue from between my thighs. As amazing as it felt, I couldn’t concentrate enough to help him when he was teasing me with that magical tongue.

  “Lift up,” Keagan said, tapping my hip.

  With my foot braced on his thigh and my shoulders pressed back against his chest, I was able to lift my hips. Rohan’s tongue returned to my naked core again and I gasped, biting my lip and forcing myself to hold still so Keagan could open his jeans. He needed to climax while in contact with me, then I could channel that magic into Rohan using my newly discovered Prismatic talent.

  The dragon had us both caged in and the second Keagan’s cock grazed my low back, Rohan responded. His lips curled back from his teeth and his pupils constricted, a small gout of flame blasting from his nostrils.

  “Chill dude, she’s yours,” Keagan said. “Or are you pissed because I’m hiding this from you?”

  Keagan shoved his jeans farther down until I felt nothing but hot skin beneath my ass. Then he gripped me behind my thigh and hoisted me a little higher until my hips were just above his pelvis. He released his cock and it slipped between my legs, the thick, half-hard length coming to rest along the top of my thigh, mere inches from my core.

  Rohan’s pupils sprang wide again and he rumbled, dipping his snout once more. This time his twin tongue-tips tickled along my thigh and I looked down to see him slowly licking up the entire length of Keagan’s cock. Keagan groaned and pushed his hips against my ass.

  “Are you close?” I gasped, hoping this would be enough and I’d be able to channel the magic to Rohan to help him shift.

  “Not even,” Keagan said. “But neither are you. He’s going to need a lot more than one orgasm from me, so hold tight. You ever been serviced by an ursa male before, princess? You said your mom’s the Summer Shaman, so you must know what we can do.”

  I swallowed, aroused to distraction by Rohan’s teasing licks, even though he was focused on Keagan’s cock. His tongue occasionally drifted close to my core, tickling my outer folds, but Keagan slipped his hand between my thighs and teased gently, stroking my slick flesh and lightly tapping my clit.

  I’d only heard second-hand what male ursa were capable of when requested to service a female through her estrous. The males of the race of earth shifters typically formed a bond with another male and the pair would service an unmated female through the ordeal of her fertile period. Intercourse wasn’t allowed due to how potently fertile a female tended to be, and an unmated female getting pregnant could be catastrophic. She was so filled with magic during that time, it required at least two males to help her safely channel the magic back to Gaia.

  This was where the bonded bachelor pairs came in. Since they weren’t allowed to fuck the females, they were known to be some of the most creative lovers. They would perform this . . . service . . . until one of the females chose the pair as her mates.

  I was only part ursa, and had yet to hit estrous, if I ever would. I had no idea which part of my makeup would govern my fertility. All I knew was that right now, my core ached for more than just the casual, accidental flicks of Rohan’s tongue and Keagan’s tormenting fingertips.

  “Please show me,” I begged, twisting my hips in an effort to gain more contact with either of them.

  The arm that was clamped across my chest like a vise loosened, and Keagan dragged his other hand across my breasts in a coarse caress. Then he cupped one in his hand, simply holding it. With his other hand he cupped my sex, covering me completely with his palm.

  “You need my Nirvana the way a dragon does, does that mean you have the endurance of a dragon? How long can you last without coming, Deva?” He pressed the heel of his hand against my clit, making me gasp. At the same time, he pushed two fingers into me and I groaned at the relief that simple penetration gave me.

  His lips grazed my ear and he chuckled low and rough. “That’s what I thought. You could probably take Rohan’s giant dragon dick as wet as you are, couldn’t you? I’d love to see him filling you up, fucking you so slowly you beg for him.”

  My eyelids fluttered in ecstasy as he pumped his fingers into me at the same time as rubbing his palm against my clit. I hadn’t felt this amazing in weeks, but I snapped myself back into focus with an effort of will, because just like last time, this wasn’t about me.

  I hazarded a glance past the dragon’s big head and down his belly. My stomach somersaulted at the sight of the enormous erection that bobbed between Rohan’s thighs, long and thick and curved, with glistening fluid gathered at his tip. Despite the terrifying size, my core clenched around Keagan’s fingers at the idea of taking something that big into me.

  He pinched my nipple and laughed. “Are you a dirty dragon whore, Deva? You are, aren’t you?”

  The word whore snapped me out of my lust-drunk reverie and I stiffened. “Don’t call me that. I was a virgin until three weeks ago.”

  Keagan’s movements stilled and he drew his hand away from my core to rest it on my belly. With a contrite huff he said, “I’m sorry. Dirty talk usually works best when it’s filthy as fuck. Um . . . let me try again.”

  His chest rose and fell beneath me as he took a breath and nuzzled my ear. The cloud of his aura that surrounded me flared with a greenish glow betraying his uncertainty tangled with an overwhelming need to please. “I can see why he’s so into you. Your sweet pussy wrapped around my fingers felt like heaven. Gaia’s tears, I wish I could fuck you.”

  I bit my lip, a fresh surge of w
armth flooding my core at the utter sincerity that tinged his words. That was so much better than his attempt at dirty talk.

  “Have you ever fucked a female before?” I asked tentatively.

  “No. Just other ursa males, then Rohan. Mostly Rohan . . . never like this though.” He snorted. “Though the fucker is magnificent, isn’t he? That cock would tear me in half. You . . . I bet you could take him.”

  My teeth dug into my lip and I stared at the rod of flesh the size of a bedpost that arced up beneath the dragon’s belly. I was both terrified and tempted. I’d lost my virginity only three weeks earlier to a satyr in full primal shift, so I knew how it felt to be filled with a cock that should have frightened me, but Llyr was not nearly as well-endowed in his native satyr form as Rohan.

  Rohan’s attention to his friend’s cock had slowed and I realized he was regarding me with his heated golden gaze as though he still grasped some of our conversation. He dipped his head again and slid his tongue between my folds, rumbling as he savored my flavor. Then he wrapped his tongue around Keagan’s thick shaft and nudged the ursa’s cockhead closer to my entrance.

  Keagan’s hand tightened on my breast and he hissed, his hips tilting back beneath mine, attempting to retreat from contact.

  “Dude, don’t go there,” Keagan warned.

  Rohan puffed out hot breath and lifted his claw, gripping Keagan’s hip beneath mine.

  “I think he wants you to fuck me,” I breathed, my gaze fixed on the dragon’s. “That’s a good sign . . . it means he’s at least not completely feral yet.”

  “We can’t,” Keagan said. “Too dangerous.”

  “Maybe for a normal ursa female, but I’m not normal. I’m pretty sure the higher races can’t get pregnant without a soul.”

  Keagan’s arm tightened around my chest, the thumb of his other hand drifting across one erect nipple. Rohan emitted a low-pitched hum of agreement and Keagan groaned. “Our kind conceive when our souls merge to create a new one. Maybe you’re right.”

  I tilted my head back and craned my neck 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 and then slammed into me in a hard, fast stroke.

  Pleasure exploded through me when his thick cock penetrated my aching 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, his tongue flicking around and 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’s fingers dug 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 and then my clit, never remaining in one spot long enough to let me come. Keagan’s aura flared red around us, enveloping the pair of 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 and holding 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 eagerly, squeezing his cock with the muscles of my core until Keagan 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 and 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 before my eyes, the big dragon shifted, shrinking back down to the beautiful, golden-haired man who’d serenaded me so perfectly before his soul had been mauled.

  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, fingers clutching at my head, raking through my hair, as he claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss.

  “Fucking hell that was hot,” he said, pulling away with a gasp and breathing heavily. “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 and something brittle and wooden crunched beneath him, but he didn’t seem to care as he buried his face between my legs and his mouth found my clit.

  Sweet Mother, yes.

  I surrendered as Keagan pulled me back down and began to pump into me again while Rohan’s big hands 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 laughingly relented 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

  The shredded t-shirt hung off my shoulders as I sat up, and I let it slide off and held the destroyed garment out to Rohan. “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 steadily 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, letting out an involuntary sigh 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 shook 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 of fire he should have had, and his aura still dimly fluctuating like a weakened pulse.

  Abruptly he threw his arms around me and I gasped in surprise. I threaded my fingers through his hair and slipped my hands down to rub his shoulders, carefully willing some power to flow from me into him. I was fascinated by the subtle, iridescent glow that bled from beneath my palms. How had I never known I could do this?

  Curious, I closed my eyes and focused on the part of me that held my dragon side. 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 each one. My dragon father, Aodh, had explained that many of our powers were simply innate and remained passive unless needed. I could see auras, and I could communicate telepathically with other dragons, but I couldn’t breathe fire or shift or mark a soul mate with my tongue, if I ever succeeded in finding a mate. I possessed similar passive traits of the other races, too: endurance in extreme temperatures, the ability to hold my breath under water for an inhuman length of time, a better than average singing voice. This Prismatic power must just 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.