by Ophelia Bell
He wasn’t sure what to expect on the other side of the door. His memory of the dungeon was of a place filled with dark corners to hide in, and it had very rarely been used to house prisoners. Considering the level of security, he’d predicted they would find a majority of his family’s collection. He wasn’t wrong, but the elaborate arrangement of every priceless object was far more impressive than he could have imagined.
The doors of each jail cell had been removed, the small alcoves converted into elaborate displays organized by century.
As they stepped silently down the corridor, Erika gripped his hand, her fingers clasped tightly around his. Her breath sped up and Geva caught the sweet, warm scent of her sex. She was only that aromatic when she was ready to be fucked. And very ready if the pink glow of her skin indicated anything.
“This is all yours?” she said, her voice sounding like she had trouble finding the breath for words.
“It’s ours,” he replied, squeezing her hand.
They reached a wide chamber at the end that had an open staircase leading to the deeper dungeons. The chamber was filled with priceless objects from a time even before Geva had been born, and the pieces were arranged in the manner of a large and luxurious boudoir including rugs, cushions, tapestries, armoires, and chairs. A massive wooden bed featured prominently, the headboard taller than Geva.
Erika gasped. “Is that an original Byzantine bed? And in perfect condition, too. Oh, baby!”
She rushed toward it and brushed her hand reverently over the elaborately carved footboard, then up along one of the columns that supported a heavy red velvet canopy.
Geva had never seen the bed before, but then if his parents had always used parts of the dungeon in this manner, it was no wonder.
“Can I?” Erika asked, making as if to climb onto it. “I don’t want to break it.”
Benjamin nodded. “It is really quite a sturdy piece of furniture. It has easily held her Ladyship, his Lordship, and guests.” Geva shot a surprised look at him and Benjamin stammered. “I—I mean her Ladyship and—oh, bugger.”
“Exactly how close were you and my parents, Ben?”
“Ah—um—they were lovely, lovely people. Took me in and made me welcome. And—well, your mum—I should say it was quite a blow when they were killed. In the prime of their lives, too. I’ll just—go now. Leave you two with the, er, bed.”
Geva resisted the mirth that bubbled forth hearing the young man fumble for an explanation
“Do stay,” Geva said, not looking at Benjamin, but watching Erika.
She kicked her shoes off and slid onto the bed, her eyelids fluttering as she sank back against the cushions and velvet. She made pleasant little noises of appreciation and looked for all the world like she didn’t even need a partner. She watched him in return, turning on one side to face him and slide her hand down over her body as if to smooth her already wrinkle-free dress.
Instead, the tug of her fingers caused the skirt to slide up over her thighs a little higher until Geva could almost catch a glimpse of the lacy underthings she’d put on that morning. A garment so spare as to be almost pointless, aside from his arousal to see her wear it.
Benjamin was even more enthralled by the sight. Geva stepped over to him and slid his hand across the man’s shoulders, then bent and murmured in his ear, “Shall we see if it’s sturdy enough for us three?”
Chapter 2
Erika was in heaven. The treasure trove of antiquities that Benjamin had led them to was even better than a wet dream. And the bed! It was in pristine condition from top to bottom. It had a real down-filled mattress and velvet bedding. The bedding may have been new, but it was still rich and luxurious and she wanted to be naked on it with Geva fucking her.
She’d all but forgotten about the young clerk who had led them down there. She glanced away from Geva and looked at him. Benjamin was certainly well-built, with broad shoulders, and a trim waist, but nowhere near as tall and imposing as Geva. He did have almost as impressive a bulge in the front of his trousers, however. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her, and clenched them shut when Geva whispered something in his ear.
Erika leaned on one elbow and watched, enthralled by Geva’s slow seduction. Benjamin had the look like he wanted to turn and run at first, but Geva kept whispering in his ear. Ben’s pink tongue darted out and he licked his lips, then opened his eyes again.
The young man’s posture tensed for a second, then relaxed as Geva began to undress him. Her lover’s movements were gentle, but methodical. He stood behind Ben, tugged his jacket off his shoulders and slid his large hands across Ben’s shoulders and down his arms. Cufflinks clinked to the floor and the shirt soon followed.
Geva bent his head to whisper something else in Ben’s ear. Ben nodded and Geva looked at her.
“Your turn, my love.”
He was making a game of it, and Erika was eager to play. Pleasant tingles raced over her skin and between her legs in anticipation.
She unbuttoned the front of her dress, taking her time to draw it out. Ben’s breathing quickened with each inch of flesh she revealed to him. Geva augmented the teasing by beginning slow caresses with his hands up and down Ben’s smooth, toned chest and abdomen.
Witnessing the increased flush of arousal in Ben under Geva’s touch was far more erotic than she could have anticipated. She’d seen her lover with another man before. He’d seen her with another woman. But something was different about this encounter. Perhaps because their partner this time was human rather than dragon, and completely at their mercy.
Every few seconds Geva would glance back up at her and their gazes would lock. His caress on Ben’s skin seemed like a signal to her. His large palm brushed down one of Ben’s pectorals and he teased at the man’s nipple. In reply, Erika slid her palm down her chest and cupped her breast, teasing her own nipple until it grew as hard as a small pebble beneath the black lace of her bra.
Geva repeated the action with his other hand, so both were now reached around Ben from behind, teasing his tight, pink nipples. The younger man sighed and tilted his head back against Geva’s shoulder.
Erika repositioned onto her knees so she could continue the game. She cupped both breasts, pushing them together and squeezing her nipples a little harder. Ben let out a gasp and closed his eyes when Geva followed suit, taking her lead for a change. It was like Ben was a surrogate lover, but she could feel the intensity of sensation just as if Geva’s hands were the ones touching her.
She unfastened the remaining buttons of her short dress, leaving herself exposed from the front. She spread her thighs just slightly and slid her palm down the center of her abdomen and over the tingling circle of the Mark Geva had given her during the ritual to awaken the dragons. When she reached her pubic mound, she cupped herself, letting her fingertips sink just a little past the edge of her panties into the slick wetness between her legs.
Geva’s nostrils flared and his irises flashed red. His hand slid down and cupped Ben’s bulging erection. He bent his head to trail small bites along the young man’s neck and shoulder.
Ben moaned and his eyelids fluttered, but he kept them open, avidly watching to see what she would do next.
She reached between her breasts and popped the clasp of her bra. The two halves sprang apart, releasing her breasts to their view. She shrugged out of both bra and dress and cupped her breasts again, squeezing her nipples and thumbing them in slow circles. Her clit throbbed a heavy beat between her thighs.
Geva wrapped one large arm around Ben’s chest and unfastened the man’s trousers with the other hand. He let out an appreciative rumble when he reached inside and tugged Ben’s erection from its confinement.
Ben let out a curse at the first tight stroke of Geva’s expert hand along his shaft. He turned his head to the side, a desperate look in his eyes. Geva accepted Ben’s offered mouth, capturing it in a hungry, passionate kiss. He stroked him harder.
Even though he wasn’t looking at her, Erika kn
ew he was putting this show on for her benefit, and she loved it. But she wanted more.
Geva tore away from Ben’s kiss. The red light flared in his eyes when he looked at her. In a gruff voice he spoke into Ben’s ear. “She needs your tongue between those creamy thighs. And I need you to show me this ass.”
Ben eagerly kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. He came toward her with a cocky grin, like he’d just won a prize. “Scoot back,” he said to her when he reached the bed.
“Oh, now you’re in charge?” she challenged.
He looked a little uncertain and glanced over his shoulder to Geva, who was taking his sweet time undressing.
“You’d better get to work, Benjamin. Don’t keep his Lordship waiting. Tell me, did you service the prior Lord and Lady like this, too?” She slid backward on the velvet bedcover as she spoke, encouraging the naked clerk to follow on hands and knees.
When she stopped, leaning back on elbows to watch him, he nodded. He placed a soft kiss against her inner thigh and answered in between more kisses as he traveled up her leg.
“Her Ladyship was a beautiful woman, like you. It was always a pleasure.”
She watched the blond curls atop his head move closer. A lock of hair had fallen across his forehead and she brushed it back like she used to do with Eben. She liked to watch a man’s face when he started licking between her thighs.
“And his Lordship?” she asked. Ben had reached her panties with his mouth and pressed a harder kiss against the soaked fabric, darting his tongue out to press against her swollen flesh and taste her through the lace.
“Strong and a little forceful.”
Erika had trouble controlling her quickened breathing in response to his lips brushing against her pussy. God, would he just take them off her already?
Finally he reached up and tugged at the stretchy lace of the waist and pulled them off, down her hips and thighs.
“Forceful. Did he hurt you?”
“Never. Every moment with them was heaven. I like it a little rough.” He looked up at her, his eyes dancing with excitement. “He had a tattoo like this, too,” he commented. He bent his head and pressed his lips against her dragon mark.
The tattoo tingled hotly from the contact and Geva let out a low growl, meeting her eyes. His scales were starting to show faintly. He must be hungry for her Nirvana, though she couldn’t imagine how, considering the marathon of fucking they’d done in the hotel since they’d arrived in London the week before. In spite of that, her pussy was wet and eager for Ben to have his fill of her.
“Did you let him fuck you?” Erika asked through a haze of pleasure when he began stroking her soaked clit with his thumb. Her gaze followed Geva as he climbed naked onto the bed behind Ben.
Geva’s thick erection bobbed as he settled himself and swept his palms down the length of Ben’s back and over his ass.
Ben raised his head to look at her and she forced herself to look away from what Geva was doing to meet his eyes. Now it was Ben who tested her resolve, sliding two fingers deep into her clenching slit and pressing his thumb hard against her clit.
“I love getting fucked,” he murmured. The words trailed off into a low moan when Geva dipped his head. Erika caught a glimpse of a forked red tongue snaking out to tease at Ben’s ass. She almost wished she could watch from another angle, but what Ben had begun doing to her pussy felt way too amazing.
“Oh, God that’s it. Eat me like that.”
“Like what?” Ben pulled back with a sly smile.
“Like you’re starving for my pussy,” she growled. She gripped his head in both hands and shoved his face back between her thighs. He let out a brief laugh against her wet lips, then a gasp of hot breath escaped him.
Her eyes shot back to Geva, who was attentively working fingers in and out of Ben’s ass while he stroked the man’s cock and balls from behind with the other hand.
The heat in Geva’s gaze warmed her with lust as strong as the talented tongue working her clit. The brief divide she’d felt after their heated conversation that morning no longer existed. She wished Ben weren’t there and Geva was about to plunge his cock into her, rather than the other man’s ready ass. She craved the velvet breadth of him ramming her in his half-changed dragon form, the red monolith of his sex shooting thick, molten spunk so deep she could taste it. And for a brief, irrational second she wished for that seed to take root.
The merest thought of it caused a near-orgasmic spasm to course through her body. Geva’s eyes widened, his pupils as red as blood. He plunged his entire length into Ben’s ass in one quick, violent stroke.
Ben let out a strangled cry against her pussy and paused briefly, resting his forehead against her belly and squeezing her hips tightly.
“Are you alright?” she breathed.
He nodded and smiled blissfully at her. “Better now. Much better.” He bent his head again and tongued and sucked at her pussy with abandon. The plunging force of Geva behind him forced Ben to brace himself with one hand against her breast. His other hand still had three fingers sunk deep into her, steadily fucking.
Erika mewled with pleasure when his pinky finger pressed rigidly against her slick, tight asshole and slipped inside. The tight friction of that tiny invasion made her want even more and she bucked her hips up to meet his thrusting motions, urging him deeper still.
Ben’s hair was a chaotic tangle of gold where it bobbed between her thighs. He wore some kind of strange medallion that he’d shoved around to his back so it didn’t interfere. The metallic emblem caught her eye briefly, but before she could ponder it further, Geva’s free hand gripped her foot where it rested on Ben’s shoulder and squeezed.
His red-maned form was bent over Ben’s back, thrusting urgently while he pumped Ben’s cock. The contact of his thumb against the ball of her foot sent a jolt of pure pleasure through her. She nearly forgot it was another man attending to her pleasure, so lost was she in Geva’s passionate, red gaze.
Ben’s tongue and steady fucking with his fingers faltered only briefly when Geva’s eyes closed and he threw his head back with an ecstatic roar. Another hard thrust and her red dragon lover’s entire body clenched and quivered with the force of his orgasm. Erika could imagine the hot pulse of cum Ben was feeling, pushing him into his own stuttering climax. He lost the ability to move for a second, but the curl of his fingers inside her and the press of his lips against her clit were enough to light the blaze of her own orgasm. It burned a scorching fire through her body from her spasming center outward, appearing as a shimmering glow that passed from her mark, moving as though seeking her lover. A similar light flowed from Geva toward her. They passed through Ben and mingled finally in a throbbing pulse at the medallion around his throat.
The dragon shape in the center of the pendant shone like a beacon for a moment before fading back to cold metal. Erika blinked up at Geva in surprise. He rested a hand on it and gave her a little nod that meant, I’ll tell you later. He slowly eased back from Ben then let himself collapse beside Erika. Ben fell to the other side, one arm draped across her thighs and his forehead pressed against her hip.
Chapter 3
Geva dozed amid the luxuriant velvet of the bed, only partly unconscious and still buzzed from the infusion of energy of his two lovers. He could taste them both as distinct as two flavors mingling in his mouth. Erika’s a rich, earthy flavor that seemed to underscore everything in his life lately, and Benjamin’s a brighter, crisper flavor. They mixed into a delicious combination that would easily arouse him again if he let it. Erika’s warm body shifted against his and he opened his eyes a crack to see her rise up, bracing one hand against his chest. She was smiling and flushed. The sparkle in her eye made his heartbeat speed up.
Her scent surrounded him like a pleasant cloud when she leaned over and pressed her lips against his. Geva parted his lips to taste her, letting her in for a deeper kiss and drifting his fingertips over her hip. His eyes opened fully when she pulled back.
“Can we keep him?” she whispered, glancing at the snoozing Benjamin on the other side of her.
“He is already ours,” Geva said. “Inherited from my mother, like all bonded humans after one of us dies.”
“Doesn’t he have a choice?” Erika asked, her brows creasing with concern.
“Of course, but most choose to keep their positions. It’s only mates that don’t have a choice.” Geva paused when another thought occurred to him. “Or did you mean to have the bond made permanent? I could, but…no, it’s too soon yet. Perhaps in time.”
Erika reached out and touched the medallion that rested in the center of Benjamin’s chest, rising and falling slowly with each of the blond’s sleeping breaths. “A talisman, huh? A stand-in for the mark?”
“It’s a less permanent bond. Not as powerful, and it doesn’t allow for full knowledge of our world, but it does provide some advantages depending on how close the bonded human was to the dragon.”
“I get the sense he was very loyal to your parents. Tell me, do you know how they died?”
“Making love, most likely.”
Erika lay down against him again, her head resting against his shoulder. Benjamin shifted in his sleep and wrapped an arm around her, nuzzled against her neck, took a deep breath, then relaxed back into slumber again. Geva knew the comfort of her scent in sleep.
“Making love killed them?”
Geva chuckled. “No, but at the end of our lives, we can choose to just let our energy fade away until we’re no more, or channel our last remaining living power into a vessel for the next generation. Most mated couples make a pact as such. There will be documentation in the lower dungeon. A letter from Mother explaining where she channeled their energy at the end.”
He glanced at Benjamin, but the younger man was still sleeping soundly, drooling slightly on the back of Erika’s shoulder. He smirked, and wondered how long the man had served his parents. It could have been decades or only a few years. Even without a mated bond, dragon magic could make a person seem ageless.
