The Dragon King: Not So Ordinary: Ethereal Foes, Book 4

by Marie Harte

  Zelec nodded, and when she turned to Jentaron for help, he nodded as well. “We have need to know what you’re thinking and feeling. For now,” he said to forestall her argument. Fat chance.

  “Look, I don’t think you realize what—”

  Jentaron stopped her words with a kiss that shook her world. He felt so warm, so right. She opened her mouth wider, and he penetrated with his tongue.

  She moaned, then gasped into his kiss. A muscled chest pressed her from behind and large hands cupped her breasts between her body and Jentaron’s. Fingers moved, stroking her—him—both of them, as Zelec rocked against her, showing her how much he wanted her.

  An image of them both taking her at the same time appeared and Zelec moaned.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s what I want. To fuck you with Jentaron.”

  “Yes, sweet. I need to be deep inside you.” He pressed kisses along her cheek to whisper into her ear, “The way Zelec was buried deep inside me.”

  Between them, she melted into a big pile of yes. The future would keep. She needed them now. “Get naked, fast.”

  Laughter turned to groans when she let go of her own restraint and reached out to touch all the male flesh she could. Clothing disappeared, and hands and bodies pressed as they sank onto the gigantic bed.

  She sighed into Jentaron’s kiss, then felt herself turned to meet Zelec’s mouth. One man fondled her breasts before the other took over. Hands stroked her belly, her ribs, then lower, to her thighs and everywhere in between.

  “So wet,” Zelec said against her mouth. His fingers primed her, playing with the tight bud growing harder with each touch.

  Jentaron pulled her to face him and kissed her while his own wicked fingers rimmed her, then pushed so that the tip of his finger rested inside her ass. “So hot and tight.”

  She moaned, not sure where this sexual desperation had come from, but suddenly she couldn’t get enough of either of them. She pushed Jentaron back and rolled over to kneel over Zelec’s face. “Eat me.”

  He was more than happy to comply, but before she could return the favor, Jentaron did it for her. Seeing such a huge, strong male sucking Zelec’s dick into his mouth turned her on like nothing ever had. She came on a scream, the orgasm so intense she saw stars, but Zelec continued to lick her into another climb toward climax.

  Jentaron drew back from Zelec and licked his lips. Holy shit, he swallowed Zelec.

  Before she could say how aroused that made her, she was flat on her back with Jentaron sixty-nining her, his big dick in her face. Her arms were pinned to her sides with the huge dragon king over her. And then she couldn’t think as he brought her higher with his skilled mouth and fingers.

  “Suck him down,” Zelec ordered in a gritty voice and angled Jentaron toward her mouth—his hand on Jentaron’s cock. He pumped the thick rod while she sucked what she could reach of the dragon.

  Jentaron groaned, and she felt the desire in the room amp up as she came again. Zelec pulled Jentaron away, jerked him off, and the dragon released onto her breasts. Then Jentaron moved off her, and Zelec’s shaft was there, thick and ready.

  She teased him until he left her, and she knew she should have been too exhausted to do more than sigh at the pair of them. But something was tying them tight, wrapping them in each other and the magic all around them.

  “Yes, magic,” Zelec agreed. Without another word, he pulled her with him. Jentaron laid on his back and positioned her over him. She stared down at him while he thrust up into her.

  They both hissed their pleasure, and when he refused to move, she nearly cried. The need, the pleasure, consumed her. A large hand gripped her shoulder from behind, and something prodded her ass. Zelec pushed, slick and thick and burning.

  “Too full,” she protested before the oddest thing happened. A lick of flame stole her breath, and she blinked to see herself engulfed in blue fire. It moved to Jentaron and soon also covered the hand on her shoulder. She glanced behind her and saw it consume Zelec’s body as well.

  The pain faded, and a soul-jarring connection enhanced the rapture overtaking her.

  They moved in a rhythm born to the three of them, a push and pull, a balance of desire and need, until she felt as if she’d be ripped apart by the magic rushing inside her.

  “I can’t—”

  “Let it go,” Jentaron urged. “Come all over us.”

  She felt as if she’d shatter, then Zelec sucked her throat and repeated Jentaron’s words deep in her mind.

  She exploded, complete in a way that defied explanation. She sensed her lovers coming inside her as well, at the same time, a perfect unity.

  While they reveled in the joy, they made a hot mess of themselves and the bed.

  Just when she thought it was ending and she’d get a moment to collect herself, she opened her eyes and saw Jentaron staring at her in awe. And lust.

  “Again. But this time Zelec and I will change places.” With a wave of his magic, the bed was clean and her lovers started all over again.

  And again.

  Until finally, exhausted, she passed out with a smile on her face.

  * * * * *

  Two days later, Ella realized she was having fun. The three of them occupied one of several lazing spots overlooking the Asmodean River, a bed of flowing lava she’d seen more than one dragon drag a claw through as if dipping a toe into bath water.

  Zelec stood by a stone bench while Jentaron kicked around a rock the size of a soccer ball. The dragon had proven himself an entertaining tour guide. She’d seen the catacombs and the breeding grounds, a tribe of blood elves wandering past the keep to meet Eve and discuss soul swapping—whatever that meant—and more demons and havoc than Zelec could stand.

  He had a temper, her demon, one that amused Jentaron but unnerved her. She constantly wondered when he’d lose patience with her and teleport her into a boulder, as he’d just done to an imp with mana issues.

  “Damn, Ella. That’s harsh. I’d never hurt you.”

  She flushed. “Well, wasn’t that a little, um, extreme?” She nodded to the imp’s feet sticking out from the rock and kicking like mad.

  “Not extreme enough,” Zelec said, a frown on his face. His dark eyes looked infinitely deep, and in the blink of an eye she would go from nervous at his actions to incredibly aroused by them. “I am not a pet to be watched over by Asael—or you.” He pointed a finger at Jentaron.

  He and Jentaron had taken to staying in their human forms while with her, and it made being with them easier to handle. She knew she was in the lower realm—in hell—but with her human-like lovers, she felt a semblance of normalcy. A small semblance, but still.

  Even so, she couldn’t get enough of her men, as she had taken to thinking of them.

  Zelec smiled at her. “Have I told you how much I love your attention?”

  “Have I?” Jentaron added with a wink at Zelec. “And I’m directing that to both of you.”

  Though the pair continued to make love to her at every available opportunity, they hadn’t done more than fondle each other. And she’d never seen them kiss mouth-to-mouth.

  Zelec suddenly glanced away, as though uncomfortable, and Jentaron studied him with interest.

  “What are you looking at, lizard?” Zelec muttered, staring out in the distance.

  Not wanting a brawl, Ella nodded to the poor creature whose entire body remained cased in rock. “Ahem. The imp?”

  “He came to spy on us. Asael may be my sire, but he’s not my keeper.” Zelec sounded defensive. “Not exactly.”

  “Sire as in father or sire as in boss?” she asked, still not sure about titles and relationships.

  “Actually, both,” Jentaron answered. He seemed so cheerful lately. Apparently great sex put the dragon in a good mood. “Asael is one of the most powerful beings in the lower realm, and he fathered Zelec with K
ingu. That explains Zelec’s talents. Most demons have a few tricks, teleportation being a common one. But none of them, that I know of, can heal. And only a rare few share thoughts.”

  “The way we all do now?” she sent the pair.

  They nodded.

  “Then can you release the imp with a warning? Scorch him or something, but let him go. He’s distracting me from our day together.”

  Zelec sighed. “Fine.” He snapped his fingers, and the imp appeared before them. Small and dark brown with streaks of red and black along his skin, he reminded her of a faun with cloven feet and small horns.

  “No, fauns are larger in size and much cleverer,” Jentaron corrected, now reading her as easily as Zelec did.

  She wondered, if she worked on it, if she could read them.

  “Yes, actually. You can.” Zelec crossed his arms over his chest as he considered her. “If I decide to teach you.”

  So handsome. So tricky. So damn annoying. There, read that, she thought.

  Jentaron snickered. “So true.”

  Zelec held a hand to his heart. “You wound me, Ella.”

  Jentaron laughed harder.

  For all that he was king of the dragons, Jentaron seemed perpetually content and well, normal to her. Like a big man with a big heart. He brought her gems, blood roses that he’d assured her did not contain actual blood but were so-named for the blood elf lands from which they came, and made sure she had treats and trinkets aplenty. He was so attentive, and so very creative in bed.

  She sighed, hard-pressed not to fall in love with the man. Dragon, she corrected when he blew flame at the imp’s feet and watched the creature dance. Light and laughter filled him, and she watched with fascination as the dragon king entertained himself. “No more spying, imp. Tell Asael next time to send devils. They’re particularly tasty when roasted.” Then he drop-kicked the imp far from the dragonlands.

  Zelec pulled her aside as a pair of arguing dragons approached in their giant, dragon forms, requesting leave to speak with their king. They gave her respectful nods and Zelec a suspicious stare, then turned to their king for advice.

  “There’s something innocent about him, isn’t there?” Zelec asked without speaking aloud.

  She nodded. “I mean, I know he’s a dragon. He has scales and big teeth and claws. But he takes joy in the little things.”

  She watched him force the arguing dragons to make amends before challenging them to a race to Baphomet Falls.

  “Be right back,” he told them then shifted into a shiny blue dragon and darted away with his companions.

  “Yep. He’s so powerful and wise sometimes, and at others like a child spreading his wings.” She paused. “Literally.”

  Zelec chuckled. “I wouldn’t say child. More like a rowdy college student with sex on the brain.”

  She snorted. “Good point.” She gave him a not-so-subtle once-over, centering on his ever-present arousal. “Kind of like you.”

  “Me?” He pulled her into his arms then sat on a rock bench, straddling her over his lap. “I’m a simple creature. I like to fuck, to play and to make those in the upper and middle realms suffer. Oh hell, and those in the lower realm too, if I’m being honest.”

  She grinned and sucked in a breath when he fiddled with the loose skirt she wore, dragging a hand up and between her thighs. The clothes Jentaron and Zelec had provided her all had easy access, she’d noted. And since she hadn’t been given any undergarments, he had nothing shielding his clever fingers from her slick heat.

  “Ah, my favorite place of torment,” he said on a sigh.

  “Zelec,” she gasped and swallowed a pleasured groan. “Someone will see us.”

  “So? Fucking is pretty commonplace with demons.” He must have freed himself from his trousers because he was sliding into her with a groan as he spoke.

  “But…” The old Ella, never in the mood, would have denied sex in a friggin’ bedroom, let alone in a public place. But prudish Ella had vanished after mating her demon and dragon. In the days since, she’d spent her time fucking—the F-word—whenever they pleased, unable to say no, as if the pair had ensorcelled her with amazing sex. She didn’t want to say no, so she didn’t.

  Though the dragons were more discreet about mating, she’d seen demons and blood elves screwing themselves silly during her jaunts around the lower realm.

  “Do you feel me deep inside?” Zelec gripped her hips, rocking her over him. “So deep while I’m fucking you. That hot pussy, that wet slit. And then there’s that ass.” He eased the tip of his finger inside and kept it there while he hurried his rhythm, taking her faster and harder.

  “Zelec, please.” She kissed him, eating him up while he pushed her towards an earth-shattering orgasm. She pulled free from his mouth and cried out just as he shuddered and jetted inside her.

  “Yes, that’s it.” He rolled his hips and pumped, and she knew an inner peace, a sense of communion.

  With a demon.

  “That’s right with a demon.” He moaned, and she felt his pleasure. “This demon.”

  He removed his finger and sighed into her neck, hugging her to him, and she hugged him back. But when she would have moved off him, he kept her there.

  She asked the question plaguing her. “Why, Zelec? Why me?”

  “I don’t know. It just is.”

  “You feel it too? Our connection?”

  He kissed her on the lips with so much tenderness, so much feeling, she didn’t know what to think. “Of course. We all feel it.”

  “Is it love?” That elusive emotion she’d only ever been able to feel for three people—her mother, her cousin and her aunt. And now, for Zelec and Jentaron.

  He didn’t answer, but he didn’t let her leave him either.

  “Do demons love?” She hated to ask, fearing rejection, but she wanted to know. “Eve and her brother say they love their mates.”

  “Demons can love,” he said slowly. “As can all creatures of the ethereal.”

  “Do you?” The words came out before she could take them back.

  “I… I mean…”

  Jentaron chose that moment to return. He transformed into a human with wings as he descended, though he hadn’t clothed himself this time. When he landed, he tucked those wings back into wherever they went when he looked truly human.

  “Tell her, darkling,” Jentaron said with sly smile. “Tell her demons can love.”

  “I already said the ethereal have that capability.” Zelec tensed, but he wouldn’t release her.

  Though her skirt covered the fact Zelec remained buried inside her, they all knew what he’d been up to.

  Jentaron licked his lips and pulled her skirt higher to stare down at where she and Zelec joined. “I felt you two while I was flying. You are in me.” He touched his heart, then grinned. “But perhaps not as Zelec is in you, Ella.”

  She flushed.

  “Tell her, darkling. Tell her that you love.”

  Zelec must have had enough, because he lifted her from him, setting her gently on her feet, then vanished.

  “I guess that answers that,” she said, baffled and hurt.

  “No, sweet. Come here.” Jentaron took Zelec’s place on the bench. The sly dragon wriggled her to sit on top of him, that insistent part of him nudging between her legs.

  “You too?”

  “Always. As much as you desire me.” He didn’t wave his magic hands and clean her up, the way he normally did. Instead he pushed himself inside her, sliding through Zelec’s seed. “Ah, this is right.”

  “Then why do I feel sad? Sad and excited because you’re in me.” She slumped, resting her forehead against his chest. “I’m perverted and a whore, apparently.”

  “Yes, you are perfect.” He chuckled.

  She should have been angry, but she found herself laughing, then
groaning when he seated himself deeper. “Jentaron?”

  He answered her unspoken question and continued to rock inside her. “Zelec will be difficult, as is his nature. His mother is a succubus—a sexual demon—despite Kingu’s possession of her during his conception. Zelec just learned his father is the Lord of the Abyss.” He peppered facts between kisses while his fingers sought her clit.

  After she came, he followed suit, pushing more than a physical release into her, but an emotional one as well.

  They both relaxed into each other, stroking and petting, learning each other all over again. “I care for you deeply,” he admitted, and her heart pounded in alarm.

  “I, ah…” Too soon to say it, though she loved him like crazy. Shield it, shield it, she told herself, not wanting to give him all the power in their wacky, unbelievable relationship.

  “Zelec has not known love, so he cannot say what he feels. He knows power; he knows lust; he knows purpose, but affection is something new. We must care for our demon. To keep him will not be an easy task.”

  He smiled, so beautiful to her with those otherworldly eyes and hum of power. His strength and confidence seduced her without effort.

  “How are you so easy with this? With me? Be honest. I’m nowhere near your league, am I?”

  His smile faded. “That could not be further from the truth. You have great power, Ella. The light inside you is terrifying and noble and just. It makes that sinful part of you strong, impossible to resist.” He kissed her, then pulled back and stroked her cheek.

  She felt like the most cared for woman in the world.

  “You have yet to truly accept it, but you are mine. As you are Zelec’s. As he is mine. The stubborn demon needs time to adjust.” He sighed. “But time is unfortunately coming to an end.”

  “I still think you should be working harder to get ready for what’s coming.” She drew her fingers through his silky hair, the color of sun-kissed gold. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  “Nor I you.” He leaned into her caress and closed his eyes. To her amusement, he purred, the way he normally did after sex. “I know I sometimes seem young to you, but in truth I am ancient. You know this with that part of you that sees what others cannot. We need you, Ella. Never doubt your place in this.” Telepathically, he sent, “The four are one.”