by Willa Okati
We have to try rimming. Next time. I can’t wait much longer now.
Not to be outdone, Tiego made his move. He burrowed under Collin’s aching testicles, teasing them with fangs and tongue. Both dragon men knew exactly how to push him right to the edge, then pull back just in time to make the fun go on, and on, and on ...
Well, maybe they’d built up stamina over a few centuries. Not Collin. He snapped at the air with his sharp teeth. “Get on with it.”
A glance at each other, and the dragon men separated briefly, only long enough to turn Collin on his side and support his head. Done, Pax went right back to the money spot, sucking for all he was worth.
Tiego, though ... Tiego lay down behind Collin, balancing on one hip and inserting a long leg between Collin’s. His cock jabbed at Collin’s ass, teasing him with the promise of things to come.
Fine by him.
They rocked together. Hovered on the cusp. Almost perfect. Almost there.
Sealing a bond with sex and blood and come.
Three becoming one.
Collin, alive again, better than ever before, couldn’t think of anything he’d have liked more.
His life had fallen together like puzzle pieces. Triple cherries in a slot machine, lucky sevens, and the jackpot was his to claim. Their being together meant more than a future filled with great sex. It meant Collin had a future. One he could look forward to.
One he’d never want to look back from.
And he was ready to seal the deal. Arching his neck, he pushed back with his hips. “Do it,” he ordered, voice thick. “Make this forever.”
He felt a fiery kiss brush between his wings. A gentle suckle on the tip of his cock. Then, at last, Tiego pushed Collin’s legs open, bending one knee up in the air. The dragon slid his hand under Collin’s joint, holding him up and ready. Collin felt his muscles relax, ready without any preparation to take every inch Tiego had to give.
The wet, pointed tip of Tiego’s cock probed Collin’s hole. He felt the warm gush of their natural lubricant and smelled the richness of sex and lust sharp in his nose. Now! he shouted inside his head. Do it! Do it now, now, now --
Tiego’s cock pushed forward. Slid in to the root. Filled Collin with solid fire. Pax continued to swallow his cock. Collin yelled and bucked, the three of them locked on and joined as one in blazing lust.
Collin’s mind chose that moment to say good bye to what little rational thought he was still capable of, then lost it. Completely. Who could blame him? Tiego’s cock felt good enough to drive anyone insane with pleasure. Filled up on one side and swallowed on the other, he writhed and thrashed, shouted and bucked, humped and jerked.
Caught between his two dragon men, stabbing forward and surging back, Collin felt his pulse rise and pound fast as beating wings. He panted out things that might have been words, but probably weren’t. No problem. He knew his lovers comprehended.
Love. Lust. Mine. Yours. Forever.
Also, Oh, God, coming, coming, coming now.
* * * * *
“So. I owe you, like I said.” Collin folded his arms. Pax and Tiego weren’t just good at fucking. He’d learned how to hide his scales, fangs, and wings with glamour. Although they didn’t bother inside the walls of Amour Magique, or their cavernous home, they did know how to pass for ordinary humans and had promised to teach Collin all he needed to know.
Surprisingly, for someone who’d always been mortal, Collin had found he didn’t know as much as he’d thought.
Ah, well, He’d figure things out as he went along.
“A debt,” Collin went on. “Karma. Pay it forward, etcetera, ad nauseam.”
Liam’s eyes twinkled. “You know, I had thought it most peculiar,” he said. “Two beings of such grace and might as Pax and Tiego desiring you as a mate.”
“You didn’t think I’d work out?”
“Well, no,” Liam admitted. He shrugged. “You can be rough as fresh-hewn wood, Collin, for all you danced in corporate waltzes before this night, and you were so solidly frozen I doubted even they could melt your ice.”
“There’s a pretty speech. Kind of makes me even happier to prove you were wrong.”
“Fine words, yes, but with deep, deep meaning. Pay attention, Collin. I will say this once, and only once. You have been given a gift only a handful of men ever receive -- past, present, and future. Cherish it. Be worthy of your immortality. Use your gifts wisely.”
Collin gave Liam a long, level look. Long and dry enough that Liam sighed and backed off. “Fine, then. Have at it as you wish. But know this, Collin -- if you betray these dragon men, two of my oldest friends, you will wish you were still mortal.”
Collin frowned. “Why?”
Liam’s scary face came out to play. Dark, dangerous, definitely not human. “Because,” he said, “if you were mortal, you would be able to die.”
Okay. I’m not going let on that I’m impressed. I’m not, truly. Though he probably knows if I weren’t too worn out from paranormally powerful orgasm after orgasm to care, I’d be wetting my pants right about now.
Come to think of it ... I’m not human anymore. All the evidence tells me that neither is he. I don’t know what he is, exactly, but doesn’t that make us -- more or less -- equal?
Collin grinned, letting his fangs peek through for a second. “Deal,” he said. “Take it easy. I don’t plan to scratch this deal.”
“Good.” Liam straightened the sleeves of his shirt, brushed off imaginary lint, and turned without another word to walk away, humming a soft tune Collin didn’t recognize.
“That’s all?” Collin called after him.
Liam lifted one shoulder. “For now, yes. You are settled. Me? I have other matters to attend to.”
“Such as?”
Liam turned to glance back, his frightful mask once again in place. “The rest of the Brotherhood,” he said. Then he laughed, turned, walked forward, and disappeared into thin air.
Collin blinked. “Well ... damn.” He might have gone on, but for Pax and Tiego coming up behind him. One on either side, arms wrapping tight around his waist.
“Liam,” Pax murmured, speaking aloud in a human’s voice for the first time in Collin’s hearing.
“Liam, son of Lilith,” Tiego said, using his own voice. They sounded the same as they had in Collin’s head. Spicy. Purple. Rich. Sex in syllables.
“So you do know him.” Collin shook his head. “Who is he? What is he? And while we’re on the subject, who is Lilith, anyway? He uses her name as if she’s a goddess.” He frowned. “Is she?”
Pax chuckled. “Later,” he said. “We’ll tell you later. It’s a long story, and we have much to do.”
“We do?” Collin cheered up, forgetting Liam in a heartbeat. “Things like more sex, maybe? I could go for thirds ... fourths ... or would it be fifths?” He winked. “Actually, I stopped counting somewhere in there, so I’m making an educated guess. Either way, I’m ready and willing.”
“There is nothing quite like a mortal making up for lost time,” Pax murmured, shaking his head. “I have something else in mind for the rest of this night, Collin. Tiego agrees my plan is a good one.”
Tiego bit Collin’s ear. “Not to worry,” he whispered. “We’ll find time for more sex soon enough.”
“Fair deal.” Collin turned to his lovers, his mates, his dragons, and held out his hands like a child, ready to be led. “Tell me. What’s on the agenda?”
Pax glowed. His glamour fell away. Leathery wings, flaming bright, spread high above his back. “The roof,” he said. “We’re going to the roof. And then? We teach you how to fly.”
Collin stared at Pax, then Tiego. They were serious.
Flight!
And later, sex.
Life got no better. It couldn’t possibly.
Collin laughed for sheer joy, hot blood surging through his veins. The patterns on his scales rippled. “Come on,” he urged. “Take me with you. Wherever you go. Let’s fly.”
&n
bsp; And so they did.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, yet still within Amour Magique, Liam, son of Lilith, went about his business seeing to the rest of the Brotherhood.
But that, again, is another story ...
Willa Okati
Although a relative newcomer to the field of e-publishing, Willa Okati has been writing since before she was old enough to pick up a pen. She thinks she knows where those dictated stories are hidden, but she'll never tell.
Willa is also very interested in the paranormal: magery, Wicca, New Age philosophy, transgender studies, and of course, writing. You can drag her away from the computer if you really fight, but you'd better be prepared for a battle.
Just so she doesn't sound entirely dull, Willa has her fun: she is a practicing member of the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) and is involved in her community. She is owned by far too many cats, all of which have serious attitudes, and addicted to anything made out of chocolate or involving coffee. She is quiet, but has a very wicked sense of humor that springs out when you least expect it.
A secretary for eight years, she now writes full-time -- and wouldn't trade it for the world.
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