Dragon Void (Immortal Dragons Book 2)

by Ophelia Bell

  Marcus kept her spread apart with one hand and reached with the other to reclaim Ked’s cock, this time sliding his hand lower between Ked’s thighs and cupping his balls.

  “Sweet Mother, I can’t bear more of your teasing,” Ked said. He moved to kneel on the bed beside Evie’s hips and hooked his hand beneath one of her knees, pushing it up to her chest. Marcus paused his slow, exquisite licking and glanced up at Ked with a curious smile. “Don’t move,” Ked said. “I’ve been craving a taste of her for days, but having you both together will be even more delicious.”

  With his dark, low-lidded gaze fixed on Evie’s face, he slid his hand down her thigh and traced a circle around her juicy opening with two fingers before dipping in.

  Evie let out a soft gasp when his thick digits pressed deep into her, massaging gently while his thumb grazed back and forth over her clit. His entire body seemed taut with restraint, and as he bent down to kiss her with his fingers still deep inside her, even his kiss held back, just a slow pull with no tongue.

  “I need you wetter,” he whispered.

  Another sensation, warm and soft, encountered her wet core. She gasped and looked down to see Marcus licking her clit around Ked’s fingers.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered, not quite clear why he was doing what he was doing, but surrendering herself to it nonetheless. Her pussy stretched further with the introduction of a third finger of Ked’s hand.

  The sensation drove her wild, her hands tangling in Marcus’s hair and her hips writhing against them both.

  “Oh, yes. That’s what I need,” Ked said, and drew his hand away from her.

  Marcus, thankfully, kept his mouth latched onto her pussy and with her cry of protest slid his fingers into her bereft snatch.

  She lost herself under his attention. He seemed distracted, but not so badly that he couldn’t lick her the way he used to.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Marcus

  Dragon Monastery, Sunda Islands

  Present Day

  Jesus, the man was devious and talented.

  And beautiful.

  After kissing him the first time, Marcus had lost himself. It didn’t matter how terrified he was of what would happen next—what he needed to do to ensure his and Evie’s child survived—it did become difficult to remind himself that the baby was his entire reason for even going through with this.

  “Lie to yourself all you want,” Ked said in his mind as his large hand brushed down Marcus’s naked back.

  Evie’s body arched beneath him, near orgasm.

  Ked’s hand, which had just been almost entirely immersed into Evie, slid over Marcus’s ass.

  Marcus clenched his eyes shut, focusing on Evie’s flavor under his tongue and the hot clench of her around his fingers.

  “I need to fuck you. Not because I want you to be mine, or because of the child. Those are valid needs. No, Marcus… I need to fuck you because I can’t bear another moment without feeling your ass wrapped around my cock. Because you are Blessed, and when you come with me inside you, I need to know you’re mine. I’m going to mark you while I fuck you.”

  Ked’s fingers, wet with Evie’s juices slid between Marcus’s spread cheeks and teased.

  Marcus took a deep breath to let go of the hesitation he had and simply let this man touch him. He had Evie’s clit to worry about, after all. His own body was secondary.

  The slick tease of Ked’s fingers against his ass was too nice to deny. When two pushed inside, Marcus cried out. Evie’s fingers tugged at his hair and urged him to look at her.

  “Let him in, baby.”

  “I just want you.”

  “No… you want him, too. You just have to let him in.”

  “Let me in, too, Evie,” he said. Fuck, he need a distraction, and she was it. The man he’d spent the afternoon making out with was just about to fuck him. He needed a little comfort to temper the experience.

  Evie, like the angel she was, spread her thighs and pulled her knees to her ears. Marcus said a silent thank you to whatever winds or mothers or gods or goddesses were out there that he could bury himself in this woman while his ass took a dragon.

  But just as he pressed his lips to her cleft, the fingers deep in his ass moved in a very distracting way and Ked’s mouth brushed his ear.

  “I’m making you mine now. You can lick her pussy to your heart’s content, if you can maintain control while I fuck you.”

  Marcus’s cock twitched and he thought he might come. He let out a sharp gasp at the sudden pleasure of the sensation. The fingers moved slowly in and out of his tight channel, the sensation filling, yet not painful. He kept his mouth on Evie’s cunt, hungrily licking the way she liked but barely keeping it together. His ass was taking more than it could already with Ked’s fingers.

  And he’d seen the man’s cock. Hell, he’d seen his own cock and wouldn’t want to be fucked in the ass with it.

  Those fingers, though… teasing into him, stroking. He’d never conceived what it felt like to be fucked rather than to simply fuck.

  How many had Ked put into him? He tried to feel them all as he licked Evie’s pussy. Her fingers were the only familiar fingers tangling with his body right now, wrapped up in his hair as her hips pushed up into his face. The fingers in his ass were foreign but so talented.

  Two, he thought.

  “Two, and only two until you ask for more,” Ked said, his voice resonating into Marcus’s mind.

  “I hate that you can hear my thoughts. I hate more that I love how this feels. That I want you inside me in a way that doesn’t feel like it’s against nature.”

  His desire was so alien to him, it did go against his nature, or what he’d once believed was his nature, but he hoped the words would throw Ked off even just a little bit. Marcus didn’t like this feeling of powerlessness, even to his own desires. Yet he wanted more. He’d loved every second of those kisses he’d shared with Ked, as surprising as that was. His cock roused at the memory now. The only encounter more potent had been his first day with Evie, but they’d accelerated way past the make-out stage within minutes.

  The fingers teased deeper.

  “You’re resisting,” Ked said, giving one ass cheek a sharp smack.

  “Quit teasing me,” Marcus said, turning his head away from Evie to shoot a glare over his shoulder.

  “You need preparation. And you really need to relax. Bear down so I don’t hurt you.”

  Even though a part of him wanted the pain, Marcus obeyed, bearing down as Ked commanded. He closed his eyes when something that was distinctly not a finger swept wetly around his opening, causing a fresh bolt of lust to shoot through his cock and balls. Then the fingers pulled out and he moaned in protest.

  “Please, more.” He only managed the half-coherent thought while his tongue continued flicking over Evie’s clit.

  When Ked pushed in again, there were more fingers, as he’d requested. They fucked in deep, then out, then in again until they seemed to curve inward. Those expert fingertips met a part of Marcus’s anatomy that he didn’t even know existed. He let out a soft grunt and an “oh, God” before the fingers slid out again fully. When they disappeared, he felt even more bereft at their departure.

  “I want more,” he said, and fuck anyone who would judge him for it. Who would now, anyway? Naaz and Sterlyn? They were his only friends, and they were still aligned with the enemy, unless he could get them out somehow. The only other people whose opinions he cared about were in this room. He glanced up at Evie, mesmerized by the hot stare she kept leveled on Ked. This was turning her on, watching him get fingered. And why shouldn’t it? They’d talked about letting him watch her with another man, which he still fantasized about, so why shouldn’t it go both ways.

  God, those thoughts made his head spin even more as Ked’s fingers left his ass and his tongue replaced them,
just as thick, but softer and more delicate. It wasn’t supposed to feel that good, but it did.

  “Am I going to beg to fuck you or are you going to beg to take me?” Ked asked in a rough voice.

  Christ, the man was serious, wasn’t he?

  “Fuck yes, I want that. Give it to me.” What “that” was, Marcus couldn’t really be sure. To take him? His fingers, his tongue, his dick?

  “I will,” a dark voice said. “If you ask for it explicitly.”

  Marcus groaned and pulled back from his distracted licking of Evie’s delicious snatch. With his lips still brushing against her soft folds he took a deep breath.

  “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me back to life. Shove that cock so deep inside me that my veins fill with your cum when it’s over. So that from today onward, my life is yours in every single way. Blood, bones, flesh, magic. You are my sustenance.”

  “As you are mine,” Ked said.

  Ked pressed his hand against the back of Marcus’s head. He pushed him back down between Evie’s thighs and held him there. Marcus couldn’t move an inch, so he did what he did best. He devoured her even as the thick head of Ked’s cock pushed into him and the fingers on the back of his neck squeezed, holding him in place. Ked’s other hand held tight to the side of his hip.

  The man was huge, his slick shaft slowly spreading Marcus open and filling him inch by inch. Even if he could pull his mouth away from Evie’s tangy, swollen flesh, he couldn’t say no to any of it now. He’d already said yes so many times to letting this man into his body. He’d already had Ked inside him for years, and with only the prick of a needle and a bag of blood hanging nearby to flow into him. Gravity and a brutal tyrant of a master were all he needed to become powerful before. He’d been such a fucking cheat.

  A harsh, searing groan scraped out of his throat, as rough as a serrated blade as Ked pushed deeper, his cock sinking in with a thrust almost as searing, but far more pleasurable.

  It was for Evie and their baby, he thought, but when Ked’s breath fell into his ear and his cock thrust deep, he knew better.

  No. The kind of lust and fucking Ked gave him was nothing like what Evie and he had together. He sank his tongue into her while pushing back hard as though begging for more. Humiliated and exhilarated at the same time.

  “Fuck me harder,” he said in his mind, and Ked did.

  God, Marcus needed more. He pulled a hand away from Evie’s breast and reached between his thighs, his cock aching to be touched.

  “No hands yet. Save your energy for her,” Ked spoke into his ear, lips brushing so close Marcus’s scalp tingled. But he obeyed, though he knew it would only take the lightest touch to make him come.

  Ked seemed to have the endurance of an ox, however, and Marcus lost track of how long he pounded into him. He was only aware of every acute bolt of pleasure that shot through him with each inward thrust, and the nearly blinding ache of longing when Ked pulled almost entirely out. Each time he slammed back in hard, innately understanding that this was precisely how Marcus needed it to be.

  He didn’t need to be made love to, not the first time around. He needed to be ravaged. Ripped apart so hard he split into tiny pieces that could be made whole again with Evie’s sweet touch. That was what needed to happen, and this man was the only person alive who could accomplish that task.

  The fucking became more erratic, the fingers digging into his neck moved to grip his shoulder, pulling him back hard to meet each thrust. Marcus could feel his balls swinging with the same rhythm, smacking back against Ked’s thigh over and over, simply intensifying his need to come.

  Abruptly Ked let out a deafening cry that resonated through the room, his cock seemed to swell inside Marcus and he slammed hard into him three times in quick succession. The bruising invasion was followed up with an overwhelming flood of warmth that began in Marcus’s lower extremities, then spread out and over him. The room went pitch black, yet somehow everything around him was illuminated, as though cast in vivid neon under a black light.

  The most vivid was the sensation of something as sharp and stinging as a whip, searing into his back, from the top of his ass crack, up his spine, and in a wide, sweeping pattern that covered most of his back.

  The pain of being a dragon’s fucktoy was secondary to the lash of tongue over his back. As Ked’s orgasmic wave of energy faded, he felt the cut of the inevitable mark burn into his skin. It was as swift as a whiplash but more accurate, and he could visualize in his mind the intricate pattern it made. It was dark and filled with magic, a perfect representation of the power given to him by the man who now owned him, body and soul.

  His entire body thrummed from the energy flowing into him, his cock a heavy trunk of need pulsing between his legs. His weakness subsided and he ached to turn the tables, but Ked didn’t release him. Instead, the man’s chest pressed against Marcus’s back and his lips hovered at his ear again.

  “Time for round two. This time, it’s for the both of you,” Ked said.

  Evie’s frustrated moan reminded him that he’d neglected her, too wrapped up in the novelty of being fucked for the first time, and being filled with the potent energy of a dragon like Ked. But before he could remedy that, he was torn away from her when Ked wrapped both arms around his torso and rolled them both together. He let out a surprised protest that became another groan of pleasure when he found himself face up and wrapped in Ked’s embrace, the dragon’s thick cock still hard as a rock and buried in Marcus’s ass.

  They lay sprawled in a half-seated position, with Ked propped on the pillows of the bed and Marcus more or less in his lap. Fuck that—impaled by his lap, was more like it—but the new position had forced Ked even deeper to the point Marcus lost himself again in the void of pleasure, where everything that mattered appeared gilded and bright against a black velvet backdrop.

  He braced one hand on the bed beside them and with the other reached for some kind of anchor. Groping wildly, his hand found Evie’s and he tugged. Her beautiful face came into view and her hands combed through his hair.

  Her mouth moved, but words were beyond him now. Language meant nothing. Her kiss meant everything when her sweet lips found his, her passion a delicate counterpoint to the stretching fullness of Ked’s cock.

  She released him and bent her head to the one beside his, kissing Ked with no less tenderness. Marcus let his head fall back on Ked’s shoulder and gave Evie a pleading look when she met his gaze again.

  Her lips formed the word Yes, though he still couldn’t hear over the throbbing in his body. He needed to be fucked so badly nothing else mattered in that moment.

  And like the angel she was, before his eyes, Evie’s wings unfurled, dove gray, fading to darker variegations at the tips, and she stretched them out for balance as she raised up and straddled his cock.

  Fuck yes, he needed to be inside her. Reflexively, Marcus’s hips tilted up and the cock in his ass slid out creating a sweet friction that was only enhanced by the hot wetness the tip of his cock encountered at Evie’s entrance.

  “That’s right. Fuck yourself on me,” Ked said, his hands sliding to Marcus’s hips and urging him to move. Evie’s juicy slit spread wide and his tip sank in deeper, but she stayed poised, her chest heaving and her hand fluttering over her clit, barely touching as though she wanted to keep herself on the edge for him.

  He loved her for that. She was as close as he was, but he wanted it to last just a little longer. Still, he couldn’t resist the pull of desire that caused him to lift his hips high enough to sink his shaft into that hot channel. He kept his hips raised when she let out a little gasp and simply enjoyed the way her hot, slick channel clenched around him.

  He relaxed his hips and sank back down, the ache in his cock and balls growing more insistent with the long stroke and rub of that delicious spot inside him that Ked’s fingers had uncovered and his cock rubbed incessantly against.
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br />   “I’m not gonna last,” he said by way of apology to Evie.

  “Me neither,” she panted, and bent over him.

  He embraced her with his free arm, and Ked’s arm slipped around her back, too, holding her close while Marcus pumped his hips between them.

  Fuck, maybe he had died and actually gone to heaven. He couldn’t imagine pleasure so filling he wanted to both explode and hold it all inside, just to enjoy it for as long as possible.

  Evie’s lips found his neck, kissing wetly as her hot, panting breaths gusted against his ear. “I love you so much. Thank you for coming back to me.”

  He couldn’t stand it any longer. With a surge of energy he began pumping between them in earnest, needing to feel her come around his cock and to come himself.

  With her head resting on his shoulder, her teeth biting into his neck, he twisted his head and caught Ked’s mouth in a fierce kiss. The man seemed surprised, but gave in and thrust his hips up suddenly when their tongues tangled, causing Marcus to falter in his rhythm.

  The hand Marcus had holding Evie against him was engulfed in another large hand, and his fingers twined reflexively with Ked’s.

  This moment was both his resurrection and his destruction, all in one. He thought he’d never love anyone as much as he’d loved Evie, but now he knew better.

  Her quivering collapse of an orgasm sent him flying, and his climax shot into her so abruptly he could’ve believed his essence was drawn to some gravitational field she possessed. At the same time, Ked let out a deep whimper followed by a sigh of pleasure and his hips jacked up against Marcus, his hot semen flooding in along with another beautiful wave of dark power infused with vivid color.

  He lay that way, sandwiched between them, mindless and incapable of doing anything but languish in the energy the two of them had filled him with.

  Evie let out a shuddering sigh atop his chest, but didn’t seem the least bit inclined to move. She did murmur something nearly incoherent that sounded like “mark me,” to which Ked replied with a low murmur, “I didn’t forget, I’m just a little buried at the moment.”