He merely smiled.
She made an inarticulate sound as he continued his ministrations, astonished it her own appetite for sex. Kenric had taken her until she was utterly spent, handed her off to the next man in line, and now here she was eagerly mounting him for round two.
“It’s magic,” Kadar said, reading her thought. -You committed yourself to the service of a sex goddess and took the first mark. You'll crave the second, the third, the fourth and the fifth. You’ll be insatiable until the ritual is complete.”
Insatiable? For all of them?
“Take me now.” he gritted out, pushing tip into her and derailing thought. He gripped her hips and pulled her down on top of him, seating himself deep inside her body.
She moaned as he withdrew, thrust deep, withdrew again, and stroked the full length of himself into her tight sheath. Again. And again. The pressure in her anus added to the sensation of having her sex stretched to the limit, making her even fuller, utterly possessed by him. Magic built in waves each time they moved together until she felt lost in the spell.
“Kadar.”
“I have you,” He released one hip to move his hand over her naked torso as she rocked with the rhythm of his thrusts.
She cried out at the added stimulation, writhing and throwing her head back as she fought to ride the wave of sensation sweeping her away.
He held her fast, drove into her harder, taking her with relentless lust.
“Kadar, I can't take it.”
“You can take all of it. I'm going to come, and you'll take that, too. Take me. Witch.”
He pushed deeper between her legs as he played the tender opening between her buttocks, making her scream as the force of her orgasm wracked her. He roared out his own pleasure and came with a frenzy that matched hers as a surge of magic released.
Nine
“I think you killed me,” Sybil whispered a long time later. Her voice had cracked from screaming her satisfaction while she ground herself against the erotically designed base of his cock. It was some consolation that Kadar’s voice was reduced to a husky whisper after the dragon-worthy roar he'd let out.
If any of the others were on the same planet, they'd heard him coming. She winced, imagining the reactions.
He chuckled. “Envy,” he assured her. “And you're not dead. You’re still talking.”
“In whispers. My throat is raw.”
“Your throat is sexy I want to nibble on it”
He suited action to words, making her squirm and shake with helpless, silent giggles.
“Sexy witch.” His mouth moved lower, licked at the mark now two-fifths complete on her breast. “This looks good on you.”
His lips soothed the brand Then they closed around her nipple and sucked He related the tight bud and laved it with his tongue as if he found the taste of her addictive.
“I do,” he growled “I want to feast on your nipples, then spread you wide and lick you between your legs until you come all over my tongue.”
“I don't think I can come any more. Ever. For the rest of my life.”
“That's a shame, because I'm not done coming in you, and I'll enjoy it more if you come, too.”
“But you'll still enjoy it if I don't.”
“That goes without saying.” Kadar wrestled her down and pinned her body with his. “It's not possible to bury my cock in you and not enjoy it,”
“You can't possibly still be hard.” She gaped at him and he laughed, then kissed her with rough lust.
“You make me hard. Hold still, witch, I need to fuck you again.”
“You really are going to kill me.”
His mouth took hers. She opened for it, and then his body took hers once more. He was patient and thorough and when he came again, she came with him. When she slid into sleep her limbs were still twined with his and his arms were wrapped protectively around her as if she was a treasure he guarded.
Sybil eased away from Kadar's sleeping form and scooted to a sitting position on the bed. He made a low sound when she moved, but didn't wake. She drew her knees to her chest and curled her arms around them as she stared at nothing.
She could feel the difference in the expanded mark that was now four points of a star, halfway complete. It almost hummed under her skin like two notes of a chord, Abaran and Adrian would finish the job, and Ronan would enclose it in the circle.
The thought of Ronan made her shiver.
“Cold?” Kadar came awake and reached for her, pulled her back down and ran his hands over her naked form. “I'll warm you.”
“Stop that I can't possibly do you again' Sybil complained, batting at his hands.
“Why not? Arc you hurt?” He frowned and rose up on one elbow to study her from a better angle. “Witch, where is the pain?”
“Nowhere I'm not hurt, I'm fine.”
“You had better be fine. I can’t have an unhappy woman in my bed. I have a reputation to uphold, They all leave smiling and satisfied. If you aren’t fine, I’ll be forced to make you come screaming again.”
She snorted “You're such a giver.”
“I may have to give you something.” He gave her a one-armed hug that let her feel just what he’d give her. “What woke you? If anyone has upset you, I'll kill them and bring you their dismembered parts.”
She pictured a cat depositing bloody trophies at her doorstep and bit her lip as she fought to hide a grin. “Nobody upset me.”
“So you claim.” He reclined with her in his arms and cradled the back of her head in one hand as he guided her cheek to his shoulder. “Tell me.” he invited out loud.
“You'll laugh at me.”
“I’m not laughing.” He stroked her back, soothing her. “How could I laugh at anything that upset you?”
She was silent. Then she whispered a name. “Ronan.”
“Your fear of him is unreasonable.”
“He's going to hurt me.” An involuntary tremor shook her “And I'll have to let him.”
“Sybil.” Hp hugged her tight. “You aren't afraid of him. You're afraid of yourself.”
“And it won't just be once,” she went on as if he hadn’t spoken. “Once his, always his. I'll have to go back to him again and again for more.”
He blew out a breath that held a hint of smoke. “If he makes your existence a misery, I will put a stop to it. But Ronan is one of us, and I have a feeling you'll find his proclivities . . . very stimulating. He is a Shadow Guardian, just like Kenric and I. Did you find anything I did unpleasant?”
“No.” Far from it. Kadar approached sex like a sport. Earning aerobic points bad never been so fun. He almost made her feel athletic.
“Did Kenric displease you?”
She felt a flash of emotion she did her best to hide. “No. Nothing like that.”
His voice gentled, telling her he’d picked up on the feeling she had no words for.
“How was the sex with him?”
Sex with Kenric was shattering. She could fracture into a thousand shards just from the memory. “Um. The knot took me by surprise. Not that I'm complaining.”
“He knotted you?” Kadar's hold tightened and at the same time turned very careful, as if she might be made of glass.
“I didn't mind.” She'd lost her damn mind. The wolf had claimed her and fucked her mindless and now she couldn't hold two coherent thoughts.
“You wanted him before you agreed to let us mark you. But to be truly his means accepting the rest of us as a package deal.” Kadar paused, then said. “No doubt he expressed his opinion of witches once or twice.”
“I hare no use for witches.” Sybil mimicked Kenric's tone deadpan and wondered why his words held so much power to hurt. But they did, a twisting pain that cut so deeply it shocked her.
“Well, witches did kill him And his entire pack. He took that hard. As the alpha, it was his duty to protect them. Actually, it was more like his reason for being.”
She drew in a sharp breath. “Oh.”
“Killed me and mine, too,” the dragon volunteered.
She winced. “Anybody else?”
“All five of us and our armies fell before the united power of the witches and the demons from the shadow realm. The witches were our allies, but they turned on us to gain the book. We didn't suspect treachery. We were taken by surprise.”
“Oh.” Sybil went very still. “When I asked Kenric about the book, he mentioned something about a bargain witches made He didn't mention be was there. Or died because of it.”
“It was seeing his people slaughtered he can’t forgive, I think.”
She let out a shaky breath. “So Kenric hates me and the demon book I rode in on.”
Kadar patted her bare butt. “I doubt he hate, you. But he very likely hates the memories you memories you’re stirring up.”
“Great.” Her tone said the opposite.
“Forget the past. Focus on the present. You should kiss me again.”
She did, a tentative caress that he coaxed into open-mouthed abandon. Then he ended the kiss, swept her up in his arms, and bounded out of bed with her.
“Cone on, witch. I know what you need.”
“You do?” Sybil asked, blatantly suspicious, but she curled 'an arm around his neck and leaned into him.
“I do. You need fresh air, exercise, the wind in your hair.”
“The wind . . . oh, no, Kadar.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Minutes later, Sybil wound her arms around his scaled, serpentine neck in a death grip. Her legs clamped his sides. His wings unfurled behind her. His talons gripped the edge of a rock precipice above a plunging abyss.
“I’m going to be sick,” she moaned.
“Sissy witch. Afraid to fly,” Kadar taunted.
“Witches don't fly.”
“And you know this because you've spent so much time among them?”
“Witches don't fly,” she repeated, less certainly this time. “Those are just stories.”
“Stories were once called history.” With that, the dragon launched them both into space.
Kadar was yanking her chain. And goddess knew He loved doing it. She decided to yank. Back. “What’s the deal with you and your kinky tail, anyway? Is it sort of like an, extra hand?”
“Exactly. In my man form it’s a vestigial characteristic, but a lot more fun than your appendix.”
“Oh.” That was one way to look at it.
“Dead tree on that rock outcropping to your left.” Kadar called. “Set it on fire.”
“Excuse me?”
“Target practice,” the cheerful answer rang out. “Let's your range.”
“I don't have range.” She tightened her grip on him, “I can't even light a candle unless I have a match.”
“You made a spark. Kenric noted your progress.”
“You guys really think I can control this?”
“With time and training, yes. Also, you need the full seal of the goddess to keep the demon's spells contained and under your command.” Kadar’s head curled back so one jeweled eye could fix on her. “Did you think we would make you one of our number as a joke? The witches were our allies once. Your power can serve more than your own ends.”
And would that make up for a betrayal of the past' “Watch where you're flying,”
Sybil said, her voice tight.
“What, like this?” He swooped low, making her stomach drop; soared up, and looped backward while she clung tight and screamed. “You're doing it wrong. Hands up in the air!”
“Crazy dragon!”
“Fraidy witch.” He dove toward the tree he'd indicated. “Light it on fire, or I'll do a double loop nest time.”
Fire. Okay. That was an element, which meant it was already there, she just had to call it. It was popping out all the damn time without her doing a thing anyway, so how hard could it be? She stared at a tree and thought, burn.
Smoke bloomed. Moments later, flame licked along the dead branches with an audible crackle.
“Holy shit,” Sybil whispered.
“That's my girl.” Hts tail swept forward and stroked her bare leg. “Let's do it again.”
He swooped, soared, dove, and called out a series of targets. She couldn't manage to make so much as a puff of smoke after her first success, and her frustration mounted as her energy ebbed.
“Enough.” Kadar said. “You're so tired you slipped on that last turn.” He circled and caught an updraft that sent them soaring back. He landed with his wings extended like parachutes, then folded them neatly back, “Down you go.”
Sybil half-slid, half-fell off and landed on her butt. He picked her up with his forelegs and carried her as he made his way back to his lair. “I'm too heavy,” she protested.
“I can carry cattle.”
“Okay, I’m not that heavy.”
Kadar laughed He released her as passed the rock she'd been manacled to “Follow me.”
She did, and discovered that in addition to his opulent bed chamber, he had a deep tub that looked like marble. “Is that faucet gold?”
“Do dragons collect cheap imitations?”
“Wow.” Sybil touched it with a hesitant fingertip.
“Gold is precious, but jewels are better.” He nodded toward the tub. “And that reminds me of something. Get in I’ll be right back.”
She didn't have to be told twice. The luxurious bath was big enough to swim in, which made sense, given Kadar's size, in both forms. She found scented bath salts in a gold container and poured a handful under the jet of water that appeared when she turned a gold tap.
By the time Kadar returned in man farm, she'd washed thoroughly, rinsed her hair, and was soaking in blissful relaxation.
“Over here, witch.”
“I have a name,” she said, but scooted to the side of the tub he approached.
“I know. It's lovely.” Kadar bent to kiss her, continued to explore the curves of her lips and taste the inner recesses of her mouth as he climbed in to join her, then pulled her down onto his lap to get serious about it. He kissed her with single-minded concentration, expertise, and cheerful lust. The result left her pulse thudding and her body tingling. “Bend your head.”
She did, and he opened his hand to let a delicate chain slide from his palm to dangle by one finger, “What's that?”
“A present.” fastened the chain at the nape of her neck and straightened the tear-shaped pendant so that it settled between her breasts. Diamonds may not be a girl's best friend, but they never hurt.”
She sucked in a breath. “Kadar, that's a diamond? What'd you do, break into the Smithsonian?”
He laughed, “It isn't the Hope diamond, although it's nearly as large. I came by it honestly and now it's yours.”
Sybil touched the brilliant surface that glittered like cold fire and felt it sing to the fire inside her. “It's not just a gem is it?”
“No. It came from the fae's realm. Old magic. It’s a focus to help you direct your power.”
The size of the rock alone made it priceless. The magical value had to be insane.
“If you want to think about the price, think about what it would cost all of us if you fell into the wrong hands,” Kadar said. “You need this and I want you to have it. You may thank me.”
“Thank you.” Her voice sounded as faint as she felt.
“I had something more athletic and less verbal in mind actually.”
Sybil laughed. “I’ll bet.”
“You need pampering first, though. You’ll need your strength. His eyes gleamed with intent and she felt her sex react.
Kadar's idea of building up her strength included a leisurely bath. Afterward he bad her lay on a length of linen while he massaged her with scented oil from head to toe, not missing any part of her and paying special attention to some. He smoothed it along her buttocks, parted them and coated her anus, then worked a tiny amount inside while she rested on her belly.
When she shifted onto to her back, he applied it generously he
r nipples and her sex after he'd attended to her arms, belly, hips, throat, and legs. Then he took his time making certain her folds were slick with oil, sliding his fingers into her sheath to extend the lubrication.
“Kadar, she murmured, her voice hitching as he worked his hand between her thighs.
Soon he led her back to the stone Kenric had shackled her to. She raised her arms and allowed him to fasten the manacle around her wrists, slid her feet wide apart, and watched as he captured her ankles, imprisoning her.
“How does that feel?” Kadar asked, looking up at her.
Depraved. Exciting, “Fine.”
“You look like a treasure fit for a dragon,” he informed her. “Naked and glistening, Breasts upthrust for the enjoyment of any male who finds you like this. Your body slick and soft and ready.” He petted her pubic mound as he spoke. “Anybody could see you.
Anybody could touch those rosy nipples. Reach between your legs to sink their fingers into your sweet flesh. Kneel to take a taste of your honey. Stand to mount you.”
She was breathing faster, nipples tight and pouting, her sex aching for more.
Kadar stood, walked around to admire her from all sides, caressed her hip, smoothed his palm over her breast. “So soft, so lovely.”
So ready. What was he waiting for?
He kissed her, a scorching demand she met and returned. His hand found its way between her thighs and cupped her sex. As his tongue slid into her mouth, his fingers thrust inside her. She moaned against his lips. The kiss went on and on. His hand worked her flesh with seductive skill as he thumbed her clit, ground his palm against her mound, pushed his fingers deeper into her sheath, and twisted them inside her.
He broke the kiss to turn his head toward the entrance. Be with you in a moment.”
Sybil's breath froze, her eyes opening wide and going from Kadar's face to the entrance, where they locked with Abaran’s heated gaze.
The dark demon looked even more muscular than she remembered, his bare, sculpted torso and arms gleaming above the leather that molded themselves to his lower half. His shaved head added an aggressive edge to his appearance. Everything about him spelled threat. The ultimate bad boy of reckless sexual fantasies.
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