by Ophelia Bell
He had a task to focus on for the present, though. After closing the door behind the ursa maiden with a regretful sigh, he turned back to the one who actually needed him and his friends today.
Theron moved to the inner door and pushed it open. Potent pheromones washed through like a wave of fertile energy, making Gavra’s hair stand on end and his cock stiffen in his pants. His nostrils flared and he chuckled.
“Sweet Mother, I do love that scent,” he said.
Theron and Bekim smiled back. “Nothing better than a female in estrous, right?” Bekim said.
“Except your own female in estrous, I would imagine,” Theron said.
“If you two do well today, maybe this one will choose you.” Gavra eyed the voluptuous, naked body on the bed.
Revna’s black hair was splayed across her pillows, her head tilted back. She panted quickly as though in labor, but he knew from weeks of witnessing the same sight in other female ursa that her body was far from in pain. The ache of need was one he knew well enough, however, and it was often as agonizing as true pain.
Her aura blazed bright red with that need, her dark skin coated in a sheen of sweat. Both hands were pressed between her spread thighs, the fingers of one buried to the last knuckle in her slick pussy, desperately seeking a release that wouldn’t come. This was where he and his pair of ursa friends came in. A female ursa in estrous suffered through wave after wave of desperate sexual need that could only be relieved through the aid of a male. And as powerful as most ursa females were, a single male was rarely enough.
When in this state, her body was flooded with overwhelming levels of fertile energy. She had to either be fucked until the energy coalesced into new life inside her, or she had to be serviced without intercourse and the energy allowed to flow through a conduit and given back to Gaia.
Unmated females weren’t allowed to be fucked by unmated ursa males. The race took new life far too seriously to allow any accidental pregnancies. An unmated pregnant female was a danger to their home—without a male to balance the constant flood of energy the new child attracted, the female was in danger of self-destructing and taking the child along with her.
So until females like Revna chose their mates, males like Bekim and Theron existed to service them through their ordeal.
Gavra could think of worse arrangements. The two males had each other to turn to for sexual release, and they had the honor of assisting a multitude of ursa females just like Revna on an almost weekly basis. He only hoped that Gaia didn’t mind him “borrowing” some of the energy the females produced in the process.
This particular female was ripe for fucking, but he wasn’t here for that. Even though as a dragon he was in no danger of impregnating her without marking her first, there was another female his cock belonged to, and Assana wasn’t here. Nor was Silas, the male ursa he’d only had a single, too-brief encounter with before venturing into the Sanctuary three weeks ago. The pair of them were who his body truly craved, and until he was with them again, he’d survive on secondhand pleasure.
He stripped with the other males and followed them to the bed. Theron climbed on first and gently touched Revna’s shoulder. At the contact, the writhing female relaxed, and the bright pulsing of her aura surged into Theron’s fingertips as though magnetically drawn to him. Theron’s own aura swelled, and not just from his obvious arousal. All it took was a touch to begin to ease the female’s lust, but it would take much more to fully sate her.
“We’re here, Rev,” he said. “Tell us what you need.”
Bekim knelt between her feet, wrapped his hands around each of her ankles, and slid them up her lower legs. Gavra moved to lie beside her, squeezed her hand, and waited for her command. He could feel the static tickle of her aura against his skin, but unlike with the ursa males, the power couldn’t be transferred to him until she orgasmed.
Her fevered eyes opened to slits and she licked her lips. “Please, touch me. Make me come. I need to …”
Attending a female in estrous was an exercise in willpower that always made Gavra marvel at the restraint the males had. She was desperate for release, and he could have given it to her in a heartbeat with a few flicks of his tongue between her thighs, but the ursa had very strict rules when it came to servicing females, aside from the “no fucking” rule—and one of them was to do nothing unless explicitly asked.
“Like this?” Bekim asked, caressing her lower legs and squeezing her calves. “What else, Revna?”
She relaxed slightly and nodded. Removing her hands from between her thighs, she spread her legs wider.
“Touch me … touch my pussy. Put your fingers in me.”
Gavra suppressed a moan at the idea of being invited to feel the clench of this female’s muscles around any part of him. Bekim’s gaze heated and he slid his hands up higher, palms pressed against her inner thighs. He rested one hand on the top of Revna’s dark mound, pressing his thumb to her engorged clit. She tipped her hips up toward his touch and sighed. With his other hand, he spread her slick folds open and pushed two fingers into her.
Revna reached up, clasped both hands at the backs of Gavra and Theron’s necks, and pulled them closer.
“Mouths on my nipples now,” she commanded. “Suck me. Hard.” Glancing down between her thighs, she said, “You too, Bek. Suck my clit while you finger-fuck me.”
Gavra chuckled at her insistent tone as he bent to take her nipple in his mouth. He tongued her slowly, then did as she asked and sucked hard, squeezing her breast in one hand. Revna dug her into the back of his neck and her chest arched up into his and Theron’s mouths.
Bekim dipped his head between her thighs, and within moments she was crying out in ecstasy, her climax flooding through her body in a rippling wave of raw, fertile power. Gavra reveled in the potency of it when it sank into him, but the best part was that he knew this was only the first taste of many. It was early morning, and they would likely need to service her until dusk.
She came down from the orgasm with a sigh and the pair of them pulled back. Gavra had a moment to take in her features, noting the family resemblance to Vrishti, with her jet-black hair and deep caramel skin. Revna was older than her cousin, and clearly had been through an estrous or two considering how she didn’t hesitate to tell them what she wanted.
“You like the taste of my power, do you, dragon?” she said, smiling up at him seductively.
“You are delicious,” Gavra said.
“Too bad I hear you’re just here to touch, not actually taste. Would you at least honor me with a kiss when I come again?”
“That I can manage,” he said.
Revna rose and shifted to face him, pushing him back against the pillows and sliding her arms around his shoulders. Her full breasts pressed pleasingly against his chest as she pulled her knees beneath her and tilted her ass in the air. Glancing behind her, she said, “Does this work for you two?” She wiggled her backside in front of the two ursa males.
Theron grinned. “Just tell us where you want us.”
She looked at Gavra with a pretty frown. “What do you think, dragon? How can they best please me today?”
Gavra slid a hand between them and thumbed her nipple, gratified by the way her lips parted and her breath left her in a gasp.
“I think you need a mouth on that sweet pussy of yours. Theron looks like he needs to have his face fucked by your snatch.”
A slow smile spread across her lips and she nodded. “I like the way you think.” Turning back to Theron, she added, “Let me ride that tongue.”
“As you wish,” Theron said. He eagerly moved to lay between her thighs with his face aimed right at her pussy. He gripped her ass and spread her cheeks as she lowered herself down to his waiting tongue.
Her eyelids fluttered closed and she sighed as she undulated her hips against Theron’s mouth. “Oh, yes. What a marvelous idea.” O
pening her eyes again, she asked, “And what about Bekim? He needs a task too.”
Gavra cupped her cheek and smiled. “How hungry is that pussy of yours, Rev? Can you take his entire fist?”
Revna’s body shuddered and she licked her lips. “Ohh, that would be nice.” Looking over her shoulder again, she tilted her ass up slightly. Theron slid his hands down to grip lower on her ass and spread her open for his friend, while at the same time lifting his head to keep his tongue in contact with her clit. “Fill me up with your fist, Bek,” she said.
Bekim straddled Theron’s hips to get closer. “My pleasure.”
Revna let out a moan when he slid three fingers into her, slowly working his way up to four. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“Mmm, not until I see you ride that hard cock underneath you. Theron needs to come too, don’t you?”
Gavra loved how forceful this female was. There was something about a woman who knew what she wanted that turned him on more than anything. As much as he enjoyed topping other males who were every bit as alpha as he was, his most vivid fantasies involved a particular dark-haired nymph holding him down and fucking him into a stupor. He would gladly submit to Assana, if she asked him to. Though he had to admit, in the dreams Fate had sent him, she never asked—she just took, and he loved every second of it.
“Fuck yes,” Bekim said. He withdrew his hand from Revna’s pussy and reached down to grip Theron’s cock, his fingers slick with the female’s copious juices. He stroked his hand up and down Theron’s shaft, coating him with Revna’s lubricating fluids. Then he shifted his hips, positioning himself. With lips parted and eyelids barely open he sank slowly down onto Theron’s thick length.
A low growl sounded from between Revna’s thighs and Theron pivoted his hips up to meet Bekim’s downward thrusts. Bekim diligently held onto Revna’s hip with one hand while he returned the other to her pussy and worked his fingers deep into her again, somehow managing to stay focused despite the ecstasy pulsing through his aura now that his ass was filled with Theron’s cock.
Revna’s aura thrummed just as intensely when Bekim fit his thumb into her, hand disappearing to the wrist inside her channel. She opened her mouth in a soundless cry of bliss, her dark gaze meeting Gavra’s, wild with pleasure.
“Kiss me,” she commanded, and Gavra hungrily complied.
Their tongues tangled and another moan vibrated through her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, threaded his fingers into her hair, and yanked her head back to look into her eyes.
“You love his fat fist fucking you, don’t you? Come for me, Rev. Let me taste that magic again.”
Revna moaned louder, her entire body rocking with the rhythm of the two males who were fucking each other at the same fierce tempo. There was even more power to be had from the pair of them, and Gavra slid a hand down her back to grip over top of Theron’s on her ass. Sensing Gavra’s goal, Bekim clasped his hand on top of Gavra’s.
Within seconds the room echoed with feral cries and smacking flesh. Revna bent her head and sank her teeth into Gavra’s chest, her bite hard enough to rend flesh, if his could be pierced by normal means.
When the three of them came, the torrent of power that filled him was like a summer storm, wild and unchecked and over almost as soon as it began, leaving all three wet and sticky and gasping for breath.
Gavra let out a rumble of approval when Revna collapsed onto his chest. Theron rolled out from under her, resting his head on Gavra’s thigh, while Bekim curled up on Revna’s other side.
“You want us to take care of this for you?” Revna murmured, reaching for Gavra’s throbbing erection.
Gavra grabbed her hand before she could touch him.
“Not today,” he said.
Revna shrugged. “You dragons are odd ones.”
Gavra snorted. “Not odd, just cautious. No sense starting a bond with someone I don’t intend to mate.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” Theron said. “It’s only humans who are in danger of going mad if you fuck one too many times without marking them. Ursa can handle your magic thanks to our link to Gaia, the turul just sing their way sane, and nymphs start out mad already, so there’s no danger there, either.”
Revna snuggled closer and traced her fingertips in a pattern over the hard muscles of his stomach. His skin tingled and the illusion of a green infinity symbol glowed around his navel.
“It’s a bad thing for one with this much power to do,” she said. “Can’t be too careful with the immortals.”
Gavra knew only too well how true that was, but his immortal siblings were the last of his concerns.
* * *
After hours of seeing to Revna’s needs, Gavra returned to his own rooms in the Rainsong lodge at midnight, flush with power and too hard to think straight. Theron and Bekim knew better than to offer him a casual fuck after a week of being turned down. They would probably be returning to their own quarters now and going another round with each other while fantasizing about taking Gavra’s cock—he’d seen the hungry looks they both gave him when they said their farewells.
But his mind was filled with thoughts of a nymph and another ursa male. His body ached for the touch of his fated mates—one who he’d had only a brief taste of, and another whose soft curves he had only imagined.
He had a vivid memory of the first time he’d laid eyes on Assana in the ursa queen’s meeting chamber their second day in the Sanctuary. They had been discussing the dragons’ breach of the Sanctuary’s barrier and the damage they had accidentally caused. The Queen had introduced Assana as an honored guest, and though the dragons knew access to the Haven had been highly restricted for some time, they were comforted by the nymph’s presence. Assana’s attendance meant progress, where Gavra and his siblings were concerned. If the nymphaea and the ursa were agreeing to interbreed, it was a good sign.
He’d been aware of the importance of her presence only superficially. It had only been by sheer force of will that he hadn’t grabbed her and run for the nearest bed … or hell, fucked her in the middle of the meeting. When their eyes had met the first time, her gaze had been a seductive caress that drilled down to his soul. With only that first look, he’d felt her silent promise … and he’d needed no words from her to know she understood their connection as well as he did.
It was the memory of that deep connection that drove him now. He quickly shed his clothes once inside his room, then lay on his bed naked with his cock held tightly in his fist. In his mind he felt Silas’s hard body against his, the other man’s ass parting and ready to take him, but it was Assana’s hypnotic gaze that drove him to the brink. Just the idea of her watching while he fucked Silas was enough to send him over, and the energy that had been building in his cock and balls all afternoon and evening surged forth in a blast of sensation. Gavra let out a long, harsh grunt as he orgasmed, the hot flood of his semen coating his entire hand.
He reached for a cloth beside the bed and cleaned off just as the lethargic aftermath of his pleasure hit. Within another minute he was sound asleep.
Chapter Four
Silas
Bright light burned at Silas’s closed eyelids. He groaned, roused from sleep and ready to lash out at his roommate for the inconsiderate awakening. But his other senses told him something was off. The cabin was too quiet, the light too warm on his face.
He opened his eyes and was blinded by a ray of sunlight filtering in through a rare gap in the jungle canopy that sheltered his home outside the ursa Sanctuary.
Silas frowned. Sunlight itself wasn’t alarming, but it was definitely unexpected, considering where he lived. The densely forested mountains in eastern India tended to be socked in with fog at this time of morning. If the sun chose to shine it wouldn’t be until late afternoon, and it definitely wouldn’t make it down to his private patch of the jungle. He’d gone to sleep the night before
to the sound of a heavy rain falling, and had dreamed all night of making love to a powerful red-haired man and a voracious nymph with jet-black hair and eyes that swirled with lust and madness.
It had been a wet dream in more ways than one. He’d woken up sticky in the middle of the night and had cleaned himself up before falling back into a dark, dreamless slumber.
He rose, blinking and looking around the cabin for Raj. A pot of coffee steamed on the little potbelly stove in the corner. A fresh loaf of bread was on the table. At least Raj wasn’t completely heartless, even after the fight they’d had. Silas had finally grown weary of the silent treatment and lashed out, confessing that he was done with their bachelor bond; it wasn’t working out. Raj had argued that there was no way Silas would find a female of any worth without him.
Silas didn’t bother sharing that he already had a female waiting for him, whether she knew it or not, plus an immortal red dragon who had decided Silas belonged to him. He almost wished he’d allowed Gavra to mark him that night just so he could throw it in Raj’s face. The man could be such an asshole when it came to his desire for status.
Their growing animosity was no excuse not to do his job, however. Silas poured himself a cup of coffee and gulped it down, then ripped off a huge chunk of bread before heading out into the forest, naked as always. Raj should’ve been finishing his patrol around the portal stones right about then, so it would be Silas’s turn to shift and begin his route.
Spring equinox couldn’t come soon enough—he couldn’t wait to get back home and request a reassignment from the monotony of his job as a Portal Guardian for the ursa Sanctuary.
Now that he knew Gavra was somewhere inside, he itched to get there even more.
The jungle was hot and muggy, the air so thick with moisture it was suffocating. This heat was all wrong. The blazing sun was all wrong …
