by Ophelia Bell
“Then it won’t matter if I leave your sweet little cunt filled with me, will it? Maybe it’ll give them something to fight for if they think they’re in danger of losing, because I sure as shit hope it’s clear how much I want you. And that isn’t breezy boy talking, it’s me. Cade Windchaser.”
He slammed into her harder, each thrust of his cock stretching her and branding her from the inside out. The brutal honesty in his gaze destroyed her, because she was sure she would encounter the same thing from her other lovers. It wasn’t enough that she had to choose between these men who all were skilled and potent lovers, but she had to weigh their potential as true mates as well.
It might have been easier if she’d been able to keep emotional ties out of the equation. Numa had expected her close involvement with the other two ursa males would be the hardest part of her decision, if she wound up having to choose another. But after today, she wasn’t so sure. Dionysus had made a confession that floored her, suggesting that his interest in her was personal and had less to do with having an upper hand on Fate than on his desire for her alone.
Now the ferocity of Cade’s lovemaking drove home how much she meant to him, not just the wind spirit who was ostensibly along for the ride. Both of these men would be bound by her choice as much as the others.
It was all too much. She let out an anguished yell and surrendered to the pleasure, to the desire for a kind of gratification she rarely allowed herself.
“Give it to me!” she called to him. “Show me what you’ve got, if you want to keep me, Cade. Give it all to me. Show me you can own my body with yours and maybe you’ll win. Do you have it in you, ursa? Or are you too beholden to Gaia’s laws?”
He let out a harsh laugh. “Those laws only apply to ursa females, sweet pea. You’re a dragon. You want all of me, you got me.”
His entire body tensed and he grabbed her knees, pushing them wide as he slammed deep and let out a rumbling groan. A torrent of magic rushed into her as his seed filled her once more, but the flood didn’t cease. His aura brightened and shimmered as he pulled out of her, the fluctuation in his energy betraying his next move.
Numa pushed herself up on her hands in time for the next wave of his orgasm to hit, the energy still flooding into her where their bodies touched. He gripped his cock and stroked, more streams of hot, sticky semen shooting onto her torso.
His gaze was bright with fevered intention and he gripped the back of her neck with his free hand. He pulled her forward, holding her head held tight as he pushed her down.
“Not leaving without seeing your lips wrapped around me, baby. I’ve got more, and it’s all going in that sweet mouth of yours.”
She didn’t resist, leaning forward to grip his hips for support at first, then wrapping both hands around his shaft as his fingers tangled in her damp hair. She slipped her lips over his tip, but could go no farther. Still, she eagerly sucked the head of his cock, his seemingly endless orgasm continuing with surprising power.
Sliding one hand between his thighs, she cupped his balls and squeezed, reveling in the way his hands tightened on her head and he let out a roar. Then she urged him on by slipping her tongue out in all its full draconic glory, wrapping it around and around his length and sliding it up until her lips popped off the tip.
Semen still shot from it, hitting her cheeks and chin with hot, tangy wetness that she gathered onto her tongue and swallowed. She savored his flavor and the musky scent that was distinctly him, though it held a note of summer sage that only the West Wind had ever smelled like.
“More still?” she asked, gazing up at him with bright eyes as she kept stroking him with both hands. Hot, sticky fluid dripped off her nipples as the energy finally started to ebb, the spurts of his semen spilling over her fists and slick beneath her palms where she gripped him. Her body buzzed from the inundation of his final dose of magic, her well overflowing.
Cade’s eyelids fluttered, his gaze lazily drifting down over the mess he’d made of her. He grazed a knuckle down her semen-covered breast, swirling the slick fluid around her nipple until she gasped.
“I want one more taste of you, sweet pea. A taste of you covered in me so breezy boy can have a farewell gift before we go.”
He teased a sticky finger down her belly and swirled it around the still flooded channel between her thighs. As he dipped down, she caught the shift in expressions—Cade giving way to Zephyrus, whose hungry eyes flashed with stormy silver light a second before they slid closed and his mouth covered her cream-soaked pussy.
She let out an involuntary cry and gripped at his head, only abstractly conscious of the fact that her hands were still coated in him, and now his silken golden waves would be sticky with his own essence.
Soon nothing mattered but the expert tongue lapping at Numa’s core. When a deft fingertip probed at her backside and fingers sank into both her slick openings, she was no longer sure which of the two men who shared that body were driving her to orgasm. When she looked down her torso at him, his lashes fluttered, and she caught glimpses of multicolored eyes that hinted of summer storms and winter revels all rolled into one.
She surrendered again to the pleasure, arching into his attention and bucking her hips against his mouth as he tormented her to one last mind-shattering climax.
When the echoes of her resonant cries faded, the chiming of the clock in the other room filled her ears. Cade pulled back with a frown, still gently stroking her inner thighs despite the sticky residue he’d left on her skin.
“You have to go,” she said. “We went too long already. They’re due to arrive now.”
“No time to let me finish washing you?” he asked, eyeing the mess he’d made of her.
“Do you really want me clean after that show?” she asked.
His lips twisted in a wry smirk. “Sweet pea, I love how put together you usually are, but seeing you a mess like this because of me has got to be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. If you choose me and breezy boy gets a body, we’ll take turns making sure you stay filled with us.”
Numa shivered at the promise, knowing that he meant it despite the reverence both he and Zephyrus had displayed while making love to her today.
“Hurry and go. I need time to clean up before they get here,” she said, climbing up and offering him her hand.
Cade clasped it, though he easily stepped out of the bath without trouble. He seemed utterly at ease, even though his wet hair still dripped over his shoulders, half the liquid likely carrying traces of his own essence as well as hers. Numa didn’t bother with a robe, intending to sink back into the bath and rinse as much of him from her skin as she could before the others arrived.
She saw him to the door, but before she could open it for him, she found herself pressed up against it once more and his mouth clasped over hers in a hungry kiss.
When he pulled away and she caught her breath, he said, “I hope that was enough. If it wasn’t, we’ll have to work extra hard in round two. I aim to test your limits.”
She laughed, enjoying his cocksure attitude. He and Zephyrus had given more than necessary, but the day wasn’t over yet.
She opened the door, ready to give him a smack on the ass and send him on his way, but her heart skidded to a stop when she looked into the hallway.
Bekim and Theron stood leaning by the window opposite her door, arms crossed and worried frowns adorning both their handsome faces. Cade let out a soft curse as they took him in, completely naked and no doubt covered in her scent.
Without missing a beat, Cade stepped into the hallway and reached out a hand.
“Good luck, you two. Give her all you’ve got, and then some. I won’t lie and say I wish you luck. I want to win this so bad I can taste it, but hopefully the little taste I left behind for you will give you some incentive, because we need her to win no matter which of us she chooses, and that’s what you guys need to remember before you walk through that door.”
He gave them a nod when they neglected
to accept a handshake. Then he turned and winked at Numa before ambling off, a pleasant breeze toying with her hair several moments after he was gone.
Chapter 16
Bekim
Bekim only realized the big ursa had been offering him his hand after the man had turned to go. He should have taken it and shook in the spirit of sportsmanship. Even if they were rivals, Cade had a point. The outcome of this contest would affect more than just their mating prospects. It would determine the course of the war, and their entire lives after the fact.
But he had been too stunned by the image that greeted him when Numa’s door opened to do anything but stare. Naked skin wasn’t unusual in the Sanctuary—none of the residents had any compunctions about wandering around bare. It was easier to shift, after all. But the big, virile ursa male who had preceded him and Theron in Numa’s chamber was a bit of a legend, and even more intimidating when he was practically glowing from the residue of Numa’s essence that seemed to seep from his very pores. She’d been all over him, which was no surprise considering the nature of the contest, but he’d given them a look as though her essence was a badge of honor he wore.
Theron made a low, chuffing sound beside him as Cade passed by and headed down the hall. The sound was one Bekim’s partner only made when his interest was piqued by a potential lover. Bekim glanced at him with an eyebrow raised, and his bearded partner simply gave him a teasing half-smile. Yeah, he’d happily have invited the man to be their third, under other circumstances. Perhaps if all three of them lost this contest to the god, they could pool their resources and join forces. What ursa female would turn down a trio like them?
Or what dragon, for that matter? He turned back to Numa, who stood in the open doorway, eyes wide and clearly unprepared to be greeted by the two of them so soon.
“We aren’t early, I know that much,” Bekim said, giving her naked, glistening body a once over and crossing his arms. The dressy tunic he wore bunched under his arms and around his biceps, reminding him why he preferred to go naked too. His cock stirred in his pants at the scent that wafted out. Pure sex. And no wonder Cade had walked with such swagger when he left. Not only was he coated in Numa’s fragrant, earthy scent, but she was quite literally coated in Cade’s.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, her hand fluttering at her throat as she gazed down at her sticky breasts. “I hoped I’d have time to clean up before you got here. I’ll go do that now. I promise I will be quick. Come in and wait?” She gave them both beseeching looks and stepped aside.
Bekim entered and Theron stepped in after, catching the edge of the door and shutting it behind them. Numa gave them another hesitant, worried look before turning away. Theron’s hand shot out and grabbed her shoulder.
“Hang on, honey, don’t go wasting that ambrosia and letting it wash down the drain.”
Bekim’s partner’s gaze turned brazen and hungry as the startled dragon peered up at him. Bekim himself was just as surprised by Theron’s interest, but there was no mistaking his arousal as he bent to press his face into Numa’s neck and inhaled deeply.
“Gaia, what is that scent? It’s more than male ursa. You smell like … summer wind. You couldn’t have gone flying with that bubble around us, though, and it isn’t even summer yet. I fucking love that smell.”
Curious what it was Theron scented on her, Bekim dipped his head and inhaled. He was met with a wash of ursa musk reminiscent of chilly mountain air, but underneath was a warm, coastal smell like verbena and sage. It reminded him of his pilgrimage as a young ursa, when he and Theron had first agreed to pair up while touring the southeastern coast. They’d become lovers during that trip, and had been inseparable ever since.
Impulsively, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue over her glistening nipple, needing to taste that essence to find out if the impression went deeper than the aroma. Rich flavor exploded on his tongue and his cock hardened, straining at the satiny fabric of his pants. Gaia’s tears, whatever Cade had wasn’t just ursa male essence. There was something far stronger infusing the fluid he’d anointed their dragon with.
Numa let out a soft whimper and combed her fingers into Bekim’s hair, her nails digging at his scalp. “Sweet Mother, you two should let me bathe first. It wasn’t fair of him to leave me like this. I think he wanted to intimidate you into making a mistake.”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Bekim said, straightening up and bending to kiss her full, swollen lips. She looked a little shell-shocked, but otherwise energetic and sated. The others had satisfied her well, which might make his and Theron’s job harder, but if Cade had hoped to frighten them by marking her with his seed, that plan had backfired.
Theron glanced at him, the look in his eyes telling Bekim they were of one mind on this. In easy synchronicity, they bent and hooked a hand under each of her knees, supporting her back with their other arms. With only a few swift strides, they had her on her bed, holding her down with hands pressed against her shoulders.
She let out a throaty laugh and arched into their mouths when they both bent once more to lap at her breasts, as much in an effort to arouse her as to devour that delicious flavor that coated her skin. “I’m supposed to be teasing you two until you’re cross-eyed, not the other way around.”
“Don’t worry,” Bekim said, clasping her hand and pulling it down to his groin. “You naked is enough to drive me wild, baby. But showing up naked and glazed in sweet icing is going to make it so hard not to shoot my load all over you too.”
“Six hours,” she rasped, gliding her hand along the length of his erection through his pants. She spread her thighs as Theron drifted a hand between them and dipped his fingers into her fragrant depths.
Bekim leaned back to untie his drawstring to give her access to his skin. He watched with a heated gaze as his partner’s digits disappeared inside Numa’s core and emerged, covered in fresh essence even more potent than the stuff they’d already licked off her.
“Did you like the way he tasted?” Theron asked, waving his fingers beneath his nose and inhaling deeply as if he couldn’t get enough of her scent. Bekim impulsively gripped his lover’s wrist and yanked it to him, then wrapped his lips around Theron’s fingers. Theron let out a surprised grunt as Bekim swirled his tongue around both fingers, sucking the sweet, tangy juices off. His eyelids fluttered shut in ecstasy and he almost didn’t hear her response.
“They tasted delicious,” she corrected, sitting up and tugging at the tie to Theron’s trousers. “And I don’t quite understand why you two are so enthralled by the mess they made of me. I had a feeling Zephyrus was present at the end. I had no idea you could taste him too.”
Bekim released Theron’s hand and licked his lips. “Them and you. Sweet fuck, you don’t need to touch us when you’re coated in an aphrodisiac that strong. Did Dionysus come inside you too?”
She gave him a baffled look as he tore off his shirt and kicked out of his pants, then slipped down between her thighs to have another taste of that mixture he’d sampled from Theron’s fingers.
“Ah … no.” Numa leaned back on her elbows, her head tilting backward as he descended on her fragrant folds. “Zephyrus is a demigod. It didn’t occur to me that he’d be so … ohh …”
“Move over,” Theron said, pushing Numa’s leg up and slipping down beside Bekim on the bed. Bekim scooted over to make room, more than happy to give his lover a taste of what had to be the most delicious snatch he’d ever had. He kept her parted for Theron to lean down and slick his tongue through her channel. Theron made a low, satisfied growl and extended his tongue deeper into her.
She quivered beneath them as they took turns lapping at her slick flesh and sucking her swollen clit until she writhed and cried out their names. When her orgasmic spasms eased, Bekim’s cock was rock-hard and aching and wildflowers were growing between his toes.
He left a wet kiss against Numa’s hip and eased down beside her with a sigh. Theron remained between her legs for a moment longer, then rose up
on both hands to hover over her, his thick erection poised at her entrance.
“I would fucking love for us both to come inside you right now and find out how we taste all together. I bet it’d be even more addictive than just him and you.” Theron gave her a languid kiss, his hips dropping and tilting into hers.
Bekim’s pulse sped as he watched Theron’s length disappear into Numa’s depths. He knew the tight squeeze of her so well, loved the familiar sound of her breathy gasps when Theron’s cockhead rubbed just right inside her, and reveled in the disappointed whimper when Theron pulled out fully and rested back on his haunches.
“He knows better than to test his limits,” Bekim told her. “But I plan on testing them myself.” He gave his partner a wicked smile and surged up, grabbed Theron by the hips, and wrapped his mouth around his cock. Theron let out a groan and seized Bekim by the shoulders, but didn’t push him away.
“How fucking good is that?” Theron breathed. “Oh, fuck, dude. I’m halfway tempted to get him back in here so we can have a firsthand taste.”
Bekim savored his lover’s shaft until Theron’s fingers tightened on his shoulders, his cock twitching dangerously in his mouth. He slipped off Theron’s cock with a soft pop. “My turn,” he said with a grin and moved between Numa’s thighs again.
She gazed up at him with a bewildered look. “Why are you two so enthralled by him? He’s your competition.”
“He’s one of us and he’s single, which means he’s a free agent. If you choose the god, he’s our best chance at landing a mate of our own, as long as he’s willing to share.”
“And what if I choose you two?” she asked, spreading her thighs and moaning as Bekim sank into her. Her muscles tightened around him and his entire body flushed with fresh need to climax, but he moved carefully, sliding out and back in only once before sitting back again and enjoying Theron’s lips and tongue eagerly sucking him clean.
