by Ophelia Bell
Trevor stared wide-eyed at the shape of Roka’s head, bobbing on his cock. He hesitantly let his hands drift down to cling to Roka’s head.
“F-first? First she, ah, jacked me off. Just like it was nothing, but it helped her I guess.”
Rafe’s own cock was painfully hard and worse off for the fact that Trevor kept pushing back against him in response to Roka’s steady sucking. The Guardian’s hands reached back and clutched at Trevor’s ass, pulling him tight against Roka’s face so he could control the thrust into his mouth. In the process, Roka spread Trevor’s cheeks apart. Roka took a moment to release the human’s cock and lash his long, wet tongue between Trevor’s thighs. He slicked it between ass cheeks and teased Trevor’s balls along his way back to the cock he’d been concentrating on.
Trevor let out moan at the renewed invasion, but went back to surging his hips against Roka’s face in spite of the grip the dragon had on him.
“What did you do next?” Rafe asked, bending to lend the wetness of his own tongue to Trevor’s puckered asshole.
“We—oh God, yeah. Like that.”
“Keep talking,” Rafe said. He stood again and brushed his fingertips in a series of light circles around Trevor’s sensitive opening, then let one tip push past, experimentally.
“Ahh…Right, we watched my friends fuck. She took what she needed, then left. I followed, and oh God, you really are gonna fuck me, aren’t you? I don’t know if I can take it if you do that.”
“You don’t seem to mind having your cock in Roka’s mouth.”
“No, no…he’s amazing at this, but…”
“I’ll be gentle,” Rafe said, sliding his finger deeper. “Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good, and I’ll stop. And tell me what you liked about making love to Rowan.”
“Oh, fuck, that’s why you’re doing this, isn’t it? To get even?”
“No, I have a very good reason for doing this. I’m just trying to distract you so it feels better for you.”
Trevor shuddered again, and Rafe thought the man might come, even though Roka was being very slow and deliberate about the cock sucking.
“She tasted so goddamn sweet. Christ I could’ve gone down on her for days. Then when she came… I felt like the fucking master. I still remember the moment. She said my name, except she said it after another name—your name, confused the hell out of me at first.”
“She said my name?” Rafe asked. He pushed a second finger into Trevor’s ass at that moment, making the man cry out in surprise and surge into Roka, who sent an irritated mental curse at Rafe.
“Yeah, she said your name, Jesus, do you have to do that?”
“Do you not like it?” Rafe added another finger and pushed deeper into Trevor’s ass. Rafe’s body buzzed with elation at the idea that Rowan might not hate him entirely, that she had cried out his name in the heat of passion with another man.
“Um…”
“You love it, don’t you?” Rafe asked, pushing his slick fingers deeper and curling them in just the right spot.
Trevor only let out a gasp and reached back, clutching at Rafe’s naked hip. He let out a deluge of words as Rafe plunged his fingers into him.
“Please fuck me, I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Like how Rowan tasted like heaven and her pussy felt like as much when I made love to her. I was the only one she fucked, if you’re worried about that. It seemed weird to me because she seemed so goddamn turned on the entire time, but never touched one of the others until they were already coming all over each other. I think that’s why I loved her at first. Watching that gorgeous, perfect body of hers enjoy just being next to the sex was mesmerizing. I’m glad I didn’t let her leave and it was even better when she let me into that tight, wet pussy of hers. Jesus, she felt so fucking good. Nobody’s ever felt as good since Mora. Or…or…”
“Or?”
“Or this.”
“Tell me more,” Rafe said as he pressed the tip of his cock at Trevor’s opening. Trevor didn’t resist, but pushed back with a soft moan until Rafe began sinking in even sooner than he’d planned.
Amid pants and moans of pleasure, Trevor kept talking. “That first stroke almost made me come, but then she wrapped her legs around me and I wanted to last longer, for her. She’d come already from my mouth, but I needed to feel her fall apart under me. I needed to know my cock had done it to her.”
Trevor’s monologue only faltered a couple times while Rafe fucked him, but Trevor kept going. He pushed back, supporting his weight on Roka’s large shoulders in a struggle to maintain balance. Trevor seemed to have figured out what Rafe needed. When Rafe wrapped his arms around Trevor’s chest, Trevor leaned back and gripped Rafe’s hands.
“I fucking love her. The tight clench of her was so amazing, but it was so much more. Oh God. Fuck, I’m coming.”
Rafe lost track of events at that moment, beyond ready to finish, but holding back until Trevor did. Trevor shook and buckled, his Nirvana pooling around both Rafe and Roka and seeping into them like a vortex. The cyclone of it hit Rafe and he cried out, the burst of pleasure surprising him enough that he plunged his cock hard into Trevor’s ass and held tight to the man’s hips while they both rode out their orgasms.
The bit of Rowan’s energy that Trevor shared left a warm, familiar glow in Rafe. Roka made a humming sound of approval. He had tasted her before, by proxy, but not to this concentrated extent. Even the diluted remnants of her were dizzying to experience.
Trevor pulled away and collapsed on the floor in front of the bed, eyelids fluttering. He held out his hands, wrists together. “Do what you gotta. I surrender.”
Rafe knelt and took one of Trevor’s hands, wasting no time in marking him with a few quick lashes of tongue against wrist.
“Oh, right. Fuck, you said you’d do that.” The drunken look on Trevor’s face amused the two dragons. Roka laughed as he wiped his mouth. Trevor stared at the small circle on the inside of his wrist, dismayed. “You couldn’t have put it somewhere Skye won’t see it?”
“Skye’s the least of our worries.”
“You’ve met that asshole, right?” Trevor said. “Mom kisses his ass worse than she did Mora’s. He’ll be pissed, which will piss her off worse.”
“I don’t care about your mother, and neither should you right now. Skye will likely know within hours that one of his bonded employees has been appropriated. He’ll go to his boss, who also happens to be my boss. But it won’t matter by the time he can state his case because you’ll belong to both of us if Rowan agrees to it.”
Trevor grew silent after that. He left the room briefly to clean up, then came back looking introspective. “Where to now?”
“You don’t have to come with us. We can come back for you once we find her,” Rafe said.
With bright eyes and a determined stance, Trevor looked at him. “I’m going, even if it’s just so I can make sure she really does want you when it comes down to it. After that I can do whatever the fuck you want me to. I guess I belong to you now, after all, don’t I? So if she wants neither of us, we might as well stick together. As much as I’ve always preferred women, if I can’t have her…well…” He gave Rafe a sheepish smile and half-hearted shrug.
Rafe smiled ruefully. “I hope she does, but if our luck is that bad, I appreciate your willingness to join me.”
Chapter 6
In spite of only being a couple days behind Rowan, they didn’t account for inclement weather and carrying a passenger who would need to stop for breaks.
Trevor climbed off Roka’s back a day later, cursing when they finally stopped in a secluded section of woods. He stalked off toward a nearby road, the two dragons hurriedly shifting and clothing themselves before running to catch up.
“Haven’t you guys heard of airlines?” Trevor asked a little later when they returned to their secluded landing spot. Rafe and Roka waited while Trevor smeared on more sunscreen and adjusted the odd-looking goggles he’d just bought at a makeshift sporting
goods store in a small beach-side town in Indonesia.
“It’s unnatural for a dragon to pay someone to fly them places,” Roka said, the sneer in his tone reflecting Rafe’s feelings on the subject.
“Whatever, dude. It’s clear you’re not used to having a regular rider. I get that we’re in a hurry, but she’s not that far ahead of you.”
“All you knew was that she said she was going home,” Rafe said. “At full power, she can fly non-stop for about a week. Even with your link to her leading us like a beacon, we can’t afford to keep stopping, and if we don’t stick to the open air, we risk flying off course, losing her trail.”
“She’ll have to stop in a week, though, right? I’ll muscle through it, but I’ve gotta have an hour a day. That’s all I ask. Tie me on or knock me out…do what you have to in between.”
“It’s better if you remain conscious. It’s your desire for her that’s the strongest path to finding her,” Rafe said, ashamed at the bitterness in his tone. He’d been grateful to find someone who’d forged such a strong connection with Rowan, but the idea of her connecting on such an intimate level with any other male occasionally grated on him.
“Listen, Rafe,” Trevor said, clenching his jaw and stepping threateningly close, “if you want her so badly, why can’t you follow your own fucking desire?”
Rafe held Trevor’s gaze for a moment, then looked away, trying to hide the hurt and embarrassment he felt over being such a fool as to let her go. “It’s been nearly three months since we were together. My link has faded too much. Her trail is still there, but it’s nothing more than a series of breadcrumbs. Your link to her is still as strong as if she’s marked you. You’re drawn to her like a moth to a flame, whether you know it or not. So, I’ll follow you, since you’re our best chance at catching her sooner, even if we stop for an hour a day. I just hope she stops to rest soon—perhaps we can catch her then.”
“Alright,” Trevor said. He fiddled with his gear a bit longer. He’d bought a bundle of climbing ropes and a small cargo net so he could ride longer and stop for shorter durations. The excess fidgeting and distinct lack of eye contact worried Rafe. Trevor cursed and grew still while Rafe watched. Finally, Trevor spoke again.
“Do you need—ah—more? Of me, I mean.” He cleared his throat, glancing between both Roka and Rafe.
Rafe started to answer, but Roka beat him. The Guardian took two strides to get to Trevor, clutched the back of the human’s head with one large hand, and pressed his lips against Trevor’s mouth. Trevor went rigid for a second. When Roka refused to release him and continued assaulting his mouth, Trevor moaned and gripped the sides of Roka’s head, clutching desperately.
“You’re terrifying him,” Rafe projected to his friend.
“Is that all I’m doing?”
Rafe chuckled. “No, he’s lit up like the sun right now.”
“Ohh, fuck,” Trevor gasped when Roka finally released him. “Was that a yes? I was hoping you’d say no, but it seemed polite to offer.”
“No,” Rafe said. “But I appreciate your willingness. Expect me to take advantage of it.”
“Yes, actually,” Roka said. “We know it pays to be cautious on long trips like this. Take a friend, or stop frequently to replenish. I’ll wait until you’re finished with what you’re doing.”
Trevor barked out an awkward laugh and bent back to messing with his gear, spreading the ropes and nets out. “This is some road-trip. Except you guys drive all night without rest. How the hell do you do it? How the hell is Rowan doing it? She’s alone.”
“That’s one of my worries,” Rafe said. “She doesn’t know what her limits are. The magic can sustain us without even food or water for a long time, but it isn’t the only thing we need. If she pushes herself too far, it could kill her.”
Trevor froze for a split second, then began moving even faster. “Fuck, man, why didn’t you tell me that? Get shifted so I can fit this stuff on you.” He looked down at the collection of provisions. He’d bought enough for a week, from what Rafe could tell, but suddenly Trevor was looking at it like it wasn’t enough.
“It’ll work,” Trevor said, mostly to himself. “I can sleep in the air mostly, if I stick to the rations I won’t need to take that many breaks. You guys probably still want to stop for me but I can cut it down to ten minutes. I don’t give a shit if it’s in water, either, just so I’m not turning your back into a toilet.”
Rafe and Roka shared a look. “How hardcore are you?” Roka asked.
“Man, I hiked across the Outback when I was nineteen. Rite of passage for myself. I did things I never thought I’d have to do to survive then. I can do this.”
“Give me ten minutes with you and you won’t need to piss or shit for the next week,” Roka said.
***
Trevor stared mutely at the white-haired man, the more silent party in the entire ordeal. Roka had said only a few words the entire time, but Trevor had the distinct impression a lot of conversations were going on without him even hearing them.
Could they even speak telepathically? His own experiences couldn’t answer that question, though he wouldn’t have discounted the possibility.
He’d known from an early age that his parents’ employers were different in some bizarre yet intriguing way. Mora had never aged, though her husband had.
It wasn’t until after the husband had died that Mora approached Trevor at one of his parents’ parties. She was always there, at those parties. Trevor was fresh out of high school, enduring the celebration thrown in his honor and ready to leave to go to the real party at his friend’s house. Christ, she’d been persistent and then proceeded to blow his mind so hard he forgot to leave his bed and even go to that other party.
These two men had become the same kind of distraction. He felt agitated, on the verge of a hard-on every time he moved the right way. He wasn’t gay, God no… he’d never been in love with a man a single moment in his life. But this wasn’t love. This was an unbearable itch to get one of them inside him as soon as fucking possible. To feel more of that powerful rush when they came—like Mora had felt, only times a thousand. And fingers were nothing compared to the utter invasion of Rafe’s cock.
Rafe’s cock…the idea of it loomed behind him as solidly as the man himself. The thick weight of it had been shoved deep inside Trevor’s ass for God knew how many minutes the day before. At least as deep as Trevor had penetrated Rowan a few days ago.
And Jesus, if that juxtaposition of images didn’t turn him on immensely.
Now the other one with the perfect mouth was offering something and Trevor kind of short circuited.
“H-how does us hanging out prevent my bodily functions?” Trevor asked lamely.
His fingers grew numb around the cords he’d been tying when Roka came close. The man was fucking huge. Both of them were huge enough to intimidate anyone. Trevor wasn’t easily intimidated…he was a big guy himself, and he’d taken advantage of that feature on many occasions. But these two put his size to shame.
“Magic, brother,” Roka said. “I don’t need to take a piece of you to give you this, but it would be a fair exchange if you offered.”
“You want to fuck me?” Trevor asked, irritated at the squeak in his voice when he said it, and particularly at the way his cock twitched in his pants.
“That would be a fair assessment,” Roka said. The man closed in and bent close, his smooth lips ghosted along Trevor’s cheek, past his ear, and down his neck. A cool, tingly sensation followed and within a few seconds Trevor was sure a light fog had surrounded the two of them.
But fuck. Having a man that massive and intimidating fall to his knees and suck his cock again for the second time in as many days was nothing short of apocalyptic. The world might end at the tip of Trevor’s cock. The brief thought passed through his brain, just as the bubbling surge of his orgasm started to well up, but Roka abruptly stopped and leaned back on his heels.
“Christ, man, why did you stop?”
“To give you the choice. I can finish you like this again, or you can have more. You know how much better it will be if we’re both sated.”
Hell yeah, he wanted that. Trevor turned and stumbled, his pants still wrapped around his ankles. Rafe’s thick arms caught him and steadied him, then helped Trevor lower to his knees, Roka behind him.
They were like some perfect drug, these two, and now that he’d seen their true forms, none of it seemed the least bit strange. All he had to do was touch and be touched, accept the deep, passionate kiss Rafe gave him, push back against the delightful pressure of the other dragon’s touch behind him.
Rafe held him, not asking for more, only smoothing his fingers over and over through Trevor’s hair as though to comfort, and occasionally placing a sensuous kiss against his lips.
He supposed it was instinct that spurred him on—at least he had no other word to describe the urge that led him to unfasten Rafe’s pants and take the man’s weeping tip into his mouth and suck. The image of Charles in the hot tub days earlier kept flashing through his mind. He’d always envied Charles his seemingly charmed life and his luck with women. But as Trevor sucked on Rafe’s cock and rejoiced at the push and stretch of Roka into him from behind, he knew without a doubt that he’d long since trumped his arrogant friend.
Twigs and grass pressed against his knees, but none of those sensations registered in the blaring perfection of the steel-hard flesh that invaded his ass, and the palm that brushed deliberately across his balls and gripped his cock from behind.
He gave in, eyes fluttering, struggling to see through the dense white cloud that surrounded the three of them.
“Give it to me,” Roka murmured, and Trevor had trouble processing things beyond the unspeakable pleasure Roka’s steady thrusts were inciting in him. Bluntness worked with Trevor. This kind of direct message was appreciated but Jesus. Jesus. He needed more.
