“You mean you and Jace as well.”
Dante nodded. “Is that going to scare you?”
She cupped his jaw and shook her head. “Why would it? It’s beautiful. The two of you with each other and then with me? I see nothing wrong with that. It might not be normal for others, but I know this will work for us. I uh…just don’t know the order.”
Dante snorted, his body shaking with laughter. “Oh, my Nadie. I’m going to make love with you, then Jace will. Then Jace and I will decide who gets to dominate first,” he said then looked over his shoulder and growled. “We’ve yet to decide whose beast is on top.”
Nadie giggled, surprised she could find anything funny while she was naked beneath the man she’d fallen for and in need of both men in the room to fill her.
“Who says you have to decide? Can’t you just take turns?”
Jace barked out a laugh. “See, dragon? Nadie understands what you don’t. There won’t be submitting for any of us. Not even our sprite here. I can picture her leading us by our cocks and having her way with us.” He raised a brow. “Doesn’t that sound like a damn fine plan?”
Dante rolled his eyes, the brow ring moving as he did so. “Fine, I see I have no control here.” He lowered his head and nipped her lip. “Ready, love?”
She licked her lips, soothing the sting where he bit. The laughter was gone now, just heady anticipation of what was to come.
“Ready, my dragon.”
He smiled at her endearment then moved his hips. The tip of his cock breached her, and she stiffened under him, the sharp pain not as bad as she thought it would have been, but still stinging. Jace was on the bed in a flash, hands on her breasts, flicking and arousing. She melted, letting Dante go deeper.
Jace and Dante took turns kissing her as her dragon filled her, and soon he was inside to the hilt, his body straining above her. She knew he was holding back so as to not hurt her, and she was thankful.
He was big, and she’d never done this before, so of course it hurt, but she also had been horseback riding and using a vibrator long enough that it wasn’t as painful as it could have been.
Thank. God.
When her inner walls finally relaxed around the girth of him, she moved her hips, wanting him to join her.
“Please, Dante. Please, my dragon.”
He kissed her then, slowly, and pulled out of her. She winced at the feeling, almost telling him to stop, but then he slid back in, and she moaned at the sensation.
“Do that again,” she panted.
“Anything you want, my sprite,” he whispered, the soft growl in his voice going right to her pussy.
He pumped into her slowly while Jace rolled her nipples between his fingers. They were both touching her, both showing her that she was the center for them. Jace’s hand slid down her stomach to her clit, then he smiled.
“Come for me,” he whispered, and she did. Hard.
She clamped around Dante’s cock, and he shouted her name as he followed right behind her. She felt his seed fill her and a slow burn across her chest. A bond, yes, it had to be a bond, snapped into place, and she rejoiced in the feel of her dragon—the fire and warmth that came from Dante, a swirl of sensation that told her she was home.
Still panting, Dante pulled out, and Jace slid between her legs, entering her in one thrust. There was no pain this time, only intense need. She matched him, movement for movement, high on what she’d done with Dante and the connection she felt with her bear. She wanted it with Jace too, craved it.
The craving was something new…something that wasn’t what she was used to, but she took it and everything her men gave her.
“I can’t wait,” Dante said from behind Jace, and she looked up at him and noticed how close to the other man he was. “Are you ready?”
Jace grinned at her then looked over his shoulder. “Always, dragon. Always.”
Dante grinned right back, gripped Jace’s hips, then thrust.
Jace moaned, and Nadie froze, and her bear did as well. “Thank God you used lube, Dante. You’re fucking huge.”
Apparently they’d been busy, and she hadn’t noticed. She’d have to pay better attention next time. This was something she didn’t want to miss again.
She was spent, but she wanted to be part of what Jace and Dante were sharing, as well as what she and Jace were sharing. Dante would move, then Jace would follow, thrusting into her. She wrapped her legs around as much of Dante and Jace as she could, then put on hand on each man, needing the connection.
They moved as one, and she lost herself to it. Her body rose, the wave of heat crashing into her as she came, yet again. Jace yelled her name then Dante’s, coming with her. Dante must have done the same because as he screamed their names, the final bond slid into place.
The fire that came from Dante blended with the raw, earthy energy and spice of Jace. She felt the soft and light feel of her own energy mixing. The three threads wove together, the bond cementing, yet still fragile.
It tasted of home, of peace…of promise.
She closed her eyes, the intensity of what she was feeling too much.
“Open, open your eyes, love,” Jace whispered. The warm glow of their bodies radiated within the room, their mating bond firmly in the place that would be the foundation of what was to come. It was as if she could see the future with them in that one moment, the essence of something much bigger than herself.
Tears slid down her cheeks at the beauty of it. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t catch her breath. Both men were moving then, one on each side of her as she let out a soundless scream. Her body glowed brighter, and she shook from side to side. In her mind, she knew that this was what happened when one of the lightning-struck became their supernatural, but that didn’t make it any better.
It was like a thousand knives sliding over her, washing away the happiness and hope she’d felt when she’d bonded with her two mates.
A new hunger came from deep within her belly that she knew would never be sated.
She didn’t pass out, not like the other women who had changed before her, but she looked down at herself, not knowing what she’d become, only that she had no idea if she’d ever be able to control it. Dark black leaves had been inked into her skin on her sides and hips. She felt the burn on her spine and shoulders and knew they were there too. Within the leaves were crimson-red roses, each dripping in blood, but not hers. It was only ink, but it had branded her like no other.
Jace’s hand hovered over her hip, and she met his gaze. His face was awash in awe, but he didn’t look scared. She turned to Dante, who licked his lips then cupped her jaw.
“What am I?” she asked, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Dante bent and kissed her softly. “You are our mate.”
The bond flared between the three of them, and she relaxed somewhat, remembering what they’d just done and how her future would be forever changed.
She nodded but wasn’t satisfied. “What am I?” she asked again.
“You, Nadie, are a succubus.”
Chapter Six
He’d put it off for far too long, and now Dante would have to follow the summons from the Conclave. Though he’d never been summoned before, he knew the outcome for ignoring the thick cream envelope and what it contained any longer.
Death.
With a sigh, he slipped from the bed after he untangled himself from Nadie’s embrace. She’d slept between him and Jace throughout the night, exhausted not only from their lovemaking, but from the bond itself.
Not to mention she’d found her dominant paranormal gene.
A succubus.
Who would have thought Nadie Morgan would become a succubus?
In retrospect, it did make sense somewhat since she’d been weaker than any of the other women when she’d found her true half. While Lily, Jamie, and Becca had all had some tremors and weakness as their bodies tried to find equilibrium, Nadie’s was worse by far.
Her inner succubus
had been draining her energy in order to feed since Nadie hadn’t been able to feed it the normal way. Dante wasn’t so sure that she would have made it without the energy of two mates, losing her virginity and finding her bond at the same time. Succubi needed the life force of their partner and would drain them to death if they needed it.
Since Nadie was now bonded to them, though, the feeding seemed to work like a conduit and flow back to him and Jace as well, much like Balin and his need for souls as a demon. Nadie would take in their energy to feed her beast and then, because of the bond they shared, would flow it back to them individually.
They would have to find a balance and teach her, like the others had been taught, what she needed to know about her new powers. Dante shook his head. Of all things she could have turned into, though, that one had not been on his list.
The benefits for him and Jace…well, he wouldn’t be so lecherous to think about those right now. He’d just wait until he could talk them over with Nadie. He’d always known he’d have to teach her what lay in her future. In their core group, Ambrose, the warrior angel mated to Jamie, was eons old, but Dante was even older. It was their unspoken job to ensure the women and younger male paranormals knew what they were getting into. He’d seen and met every type of paranormal known to man, even the djinn before Jamie had turned into one herself, and succubi were some of the rarest.
He couldn’t wait to see her come into her own, to see Jace do the same within their bond. He’d been alone so long…he didn’t know how to be anything else other than who he was. That would change though, and he knew that he’d never be able to let them go now.
Their bonds would take time to form fully and strengthen the fragility they held now. When they were all ready, all at the point where they would be functioning as a unit at peace, he would be able to see Nadie bloom into a warrior far greater than he. It wouldn’t be like what others thought when they thought of succubi. They weren’t sexual leaches, but warriors who fed differently than others and were stronger fighters than many paranormals. She would have the ability to use the self-confidence she’d hidden for so long.
He’d seen too much in his time, yet he couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
He tended to live in the present; however, unlike some paranormals, he didn’t try to think about how long he’d been alive and what he’d seen. He’d been there during the rise and fall of countless civilizations and watched the humans become who they were now almost at the beginning of the humans’ existence. He’d seen them when they’d forgotten the other realms around them and thought themselves the only types of creatures in the world worth being. Though there were dragons far older than him, those tended to live within the dragon realm far away from the humans.
In fact, most dragons stayed in their own realm. They also preferred to be in their dragon forms while they worked, played, and did most things. They might be large and have claws, but they still had the dexterity to do what they wanted. Everything in their realm was also made to fit them so it worked out. Though sex was still something they did in their human forms. Some lines weren’t meant to be crossed. Dragons even gave birth as humans, the same as all paranormals. If someone higher up in the dragon echelon actually thought hard about it, it had already been determined which side was more dominant between genetics and magic, and that would shake their elitist foundation to the core.
So they didn’t think about it.
What was odd to Dante was other dragons’ distaste for their human bodies. After all, humans were descendants of dragons and all other paranormals. Each shifter, fae, brownie, and other paranormal had always had the ability to shift to their human form.
They just hadn’t always called it that.
It had once been so they could mask themselves from the others. Yes, they’d also needed magic to hide their signature scents that revealed who and what they were, but the human form was one that each had so they could blend easily within the others—the supernaturals themselves. It wasn’t until the actual first humans had been born, without another form to shift into, that the supernaturals had to use their human forms to hide from other humans.
It was rare for a dragon to want to be in their far weaker human form for any longer than deemed necessary, but Dante wasn’t like most dragons.
He liked the feeling of blending with the ones who might be weaker than him physically but contained within themselves the potential for something far greater.
They could change, adapt, and evolve.
Dragons were set in their ways. A fact that, to Dante, seemed detrimental to their very existence, though not many agreed. It was like that for many paranormals though. They were within their own realms and only a few types even mingled with humans on a daily basis. The shifters had their dens within the human realm since they technically didn’t have realms of their own, but they were so hidden by magic, they were like realms of their own
Each realm had its own government, society, cities, rules, histories, and everything else that came with ruling over a civilization.
Including war, famine, and peace.
The humans were unaware of what lay around them, something that Dante didn’t think would change anytime soon. The realms were hidden by magic and an age-old ability that there was no way humans would be able to find them.
The only way the humans would find out was if a supernatural flat-out told them.
Since that had almost happened with an angel on the warpath only two years ago, maybe Dante should suppress his thoughts on that matter.
“Dante?”
The sound of Jace’s voice jarred him out of his worries, and he turned to the bear who was shirtless but had put on a pair of Dante’s sleep pants to walk into the kitchen. He held back a grin. He and Jace might have similar waist sizes, but the man was at least three inches taller and the bottom of the pants clearly showed some ankle.
It was kind of odd being the shorter one in a relationship considering he didn’t find many people his height or taller outside of the dragon realm. Jace was one big fucking grizzly. His shoulders were broader, and Dante was pretty sure the man’s arms and thighs were bigger too. Dante might have once thought himself huge, but then he’d met Jace.
He held back another grin at the thought of just what else was big on Jace. They would have time to explore each other in more detail later. Last night had been about Nadie, with her being the center. Dante could still remember the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock and, later, Jace’s tight ass squeezing him as well.
He shifted slightly so his now-filling dick wouldn’t tent his pajama bottoms any more than they probably already were. He’d had only a taste of both his mates the night before and hadn’t had enough of Jace to sate even a fraction of his thirst. There would be time for more, and with so many people in bed, there would be many further tastes, positions, orientations, and just about anything else to enjoy before anyone was truly sated.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Dante finally said, his voice a little more gruff than he’d meant it to be. He couldn’t help it, considering where his mind had wandered off to.
Jace just rolled his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Dante sighed into him, savoring the light pressure and softness of his mate’s lips. They weren’t as soft as Nadie’s—nothing he’d ever felt was—but they were perfect in his eyes.
He had to hold back a groan. He really needed to get his mind out of the unicorns and rainbows that was his love life and back into the darkness he was about to step foot into.
Not that he really wanted to tell Jace that, though the man, and the woman they’d left in bed, deserved to know.
Since he’d promised Nadie that he wouldn’t keep secrets that affected them, he had no choice but to tell Jace why he was out of bed and why he wouldn’t be there when Nadie woke up. He’d needed to leave about five minutes ago as it was. He was going to get in trouble.
Crap.
“You didn’t wake me up,” Jace finally said as he pa
dded over to the coffee pot. Dante had one of those single cup coffee makers so he never had to choose what he wanted until he was thirsty. He’d lived long enough that he’d tried just about every form and way to make coffee. He didn’t mind moving on to whatever was popular in the moment. Plus, it was easy as hell to have a cup of coffee when he wanted without having to waste a whole pot.
Now he knew he was ignoring the issue at hand if he was thinking about coffee and wasting pots of it.
“You have flavored creamer or just milk?” Jace asked, and before Dante could answer, the bear went to the fridge, got out the amaretto-flavored creamer he had on hand, and came back for his cup, which was now done.
It wasn’t lost on him that, though Jace tried to act like a guest by asking the right questions, he was also right at home.
“I like you here, you know,” Dante finally said.
Jace smiled over his cup, a knowing look in his eyes. “I like being here.”
“You also act like you own the place. Something I like, too.”
Jace rolled his eyes again and leaned against the counter. “I’m used to not living at my place in the den. I’m out more than in these days, so I can usually find my way around a kitchen if it’s organized. Sometimes, though, people are idiots and put the plates near the trash can and the cups near the stove and the seasonings far away from the oven.”
Dante tried to remember if he’d put his things in any form of order other than how he’d always had them then shrugged. “If something is in the wrong place for your delicate organizational sensibilities, feel free to change it. I might get lost, but change is good for me. Don’t want to get set in my ways.”
Jace took another sip of his coffee then set the cup down on the counter. He crossed his arms over his chest then leveled a look at Dante. The bear acted the cheerful man most times, but it was damn hard to hide things from such an astute being.
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