by Ophelia Bell
“Call me a convert. Either way, I guess I just have a thing for getting spun up just before I go see my girl. Not that I need the incentive of course… Racha just likes it if I’m especially needy. Come on, I’ve seen you two going at it a few times already. Make it worth my time. And trust me, I will know if you’re faking it.”
“Christ,” Erika muttered, but she’d already begun to glaze over from Geva’s attentive touch that had moved from teasing caresses below her breast, to a hand slipping inside her blouse and fingers squeezing her nipple.
He pushed her hair aside and nipped at the column of her throat. He tugged the hem of her skirt up and slipped one hand beneath it from behind, rumbled a deep sound of interest at the sparse strip of lace he encountered before sliding his fingers between her legs.
“You and your panties. I wish I could see you in these and nothing else,” he murmured behind her.
Erika moaned as he deftly worked her clit between his fingertips. She bent forward, bracing her hands on the surface of her desk. She met Corey’s eyes in the video.
“Fuck you, Corey.”
“Oh, you must hate this, but trust me I’m doing you a favor. All it takes is wanting it just enough.”
She caught a glimpse of her own captured video feed, as it displayed her flushed cheeks and her teeth biting hard against her lower lip while Geva attended her from behind. He still watched over her shoulder with his hand between her legs.
He stopped stroking her abruptly and grinned, then reached around her waist and yanked at the front of her shirt. The tiny red buttons flew off and her blouse hung open. He grasped the edges of her lacy bra and tugged down, letting her full breasts spill over the top.
“He wants a show,” he rumbled, tugging mercilessly at her nipples until she pressed her ass back against his erection.
“That’s right I do,” Corey said.
Erika watched the monitor distractedly, half aware of both sides of the exchange, but not quite comprehending either enough for anything to register. Only Geva’s hands on her skin and his breath in her ear mattered to her.
“Get rid of the skirt,” Corey said in a thick voice. He took a long swallow from a glass of water and scooted forward in his chair. He hadn’t buttoned up his shirt and Erika fixated on the glowing emblem on one side of his chest. All it takes is wanting it just enough. How much was enough?
She didn’t argue when Geva unzipped her skirt and shoved it down off her hips. Her panties went next, leaving her only in her destroyed blouse and dislodged bra.
“Tsk tsk,” Corey said, catching a glimpse of her mark just above her pubic bone. “I don’t see it glowing. You’re going to have to do better than that. Much better.”
“You like getting off to watching me squirm, is that it?” she asked.
He raised both hands. “Hey, no getting off on this side of the call. I’m just waiting for you to prove yourself. You want some help? Maybe the idea of your Red’s hot, potent spunk shooting into your wet snatch and taking root will get you hot enough to want it. He looks virile enough. It’s just the stupid magic that keeps him from knocking you up. How many times have you fucked him already? I know for a fact none of you bother with birth control anymore. Doesn’t it excite you just a little bit to feel like you’re throwing caution to the wind every time? That it might just happen but you don’t really care because dragon law says you can’t if you don’t want it enough.”
God, he knew her well. And she did feel that way, now that she watched Geva quickly strip behind her. He gleamed a little redder than usual and her pussy clenched in anticipation. He would shift completely if she asked him to, but she wanted his hands on her still, his lips against her throat. And most of all she wanted that beautiful cock buried in her. Fucking her.
It might have occurred to her to put a condom on him once after they left the Temple, but the truth was she had always enjoyed the thrill until the other day when he’d first broached the topic of actually conceiving. Now that the idea was a pure and present concept hanging between them she felt hotter, needier than she ever had.
“That’s right, Erika. He hasn’t even made you come yet. You do want it, don’t you?”
She tore her eyes away from the image of Geva behind her, and the distraction of his reverent kneading of her ass. She shuddered when he pressed his cock between her creamy folds and slid in deep.
She looked back at the screen in a daze. Corey’s eyes were fixed on a location at the lower edge, near the desk. She followed the direction of his gaze and saw herself in disarray, bent over the desk, breasts pushed up obscenely high and hard nipples pointing directly at the camera. But below all that was her mark, glowing bright, neon red and pulsing with each thrust of Geva’s cock deep into her.
“Oh, that’s right you fucking stud. Fuck her good. Sink that shaft into her hard. Make sure it goes deep so all your hot come gets up inside her.” Corey bit his lip and clenched his brow, his eyes now watching Geva’s fingertips dance over Erika’s clit, halfway obscuring the embarrassing brightness of her mark.
She wondered with the tiny part of her brain that was coherent whether Geva had noticed, but decided she didn’t really care. She loved him, she wanted him, and she wanted more than anything to have something even more tangible to prove everything she felt, and to prove to herself that her life had some meaning beyond her work. That something beautiful and real could come out of the depth of feelings they shared, the all-consuming passion that gripped them in moments like this, would be a miracle.
“Yes,” she whispered, and then moaned at the deep thrust of his cock and the way the thickening, ridged head of it rubbed along the sensitive walls of her tight channel. He paused at the apex of his passage and their eyes met in the video reflection in the widescreen above them.
Geva’s brows drew together in confusion, and then he saw the glowing mark above the dark triangle of hair between her thighs. He buried his head against her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair and skin like he always did, but this time he let out a slight laugh combined with a moan and began fucking her in earnest.
“You want this?” he asked, sounding almost like he didn’t believe her. “You want my seed to grow, you want…my child?”
“Oh, baby. I didn’t think I did, but I do. I do. Fuck me harder. Make it happen.”
Geva growled behind her, the urgency of his thrusts growing more intense. His skin seemed white hot against hers. He gripped the back of her neck and pushed, forcing her to bend further over the desk until her cheek was pressed flat against the polished antique wood, her breasts squashed against the blotter that protected the surface. She reached hands out to grip the edges, and darted a look at the desktop monitor that was still just within sight the way she had her head tilted. The monitor still displayed the images that were reflected in the widescreen above them. She smiled when she saw Geva’s half-shifted form behind her, his eyes glowing red and his skin erupting into jeweled scales. His huge horns cast shadows against the wall behind him. He was magnificent like this. And he was hers.
His cock pressed even tighter and hotter into her, stretching her with each violent thrust. Her eyelids fluttered closed from the pleasure. He was keeping her on the edge to draw it out, she thought.
Corey smiled smugly in the monitor, the only thing she could see from her restricted vantage point. Just before his half of the screen went blank and she lapsed into the distracted spasms of a body-gripping orgasm, she heard him murmur, “You’re welcome.”
Chapter 5
Corey sat back in his leather desk chair staring at the now blank screen in front of him. In spite of the cool air in his office he was sweating and his dick was impossibly hard. Jesus, the two of them could set off fire alarms as hot as they were. He’d enjoyed inciting them, forcing Erika to give in just once and see her lose control to the point of confessing a deep desire he believed she’d always had. He still remembered a time when he’d imagined being that man with his cock buried balls-deep into her,
her harsh cries carrying those words to his ears.
He’d never have satisfied her, though. It was a fact he’d figured out early on in their friendship. He loved powerful, self-assured women, but Erika had the kind of personality that needed a more flexible man. Corey could never have been that man for her, so he’d left Eben to it. Flexible seemed to be in Eben’s repertoire. And in Geva’s.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate watching her fall apart when the right man fucked her. Dragon, he corrected himself. He’d been doing that a lot lately but wondered if it really mattered. They weren’t really all that different from humans.
He clutched his baseball in one fist, picturing Erika’s gradual crumbling. He felt a little guilty, but she had needed the wake-up call. She was near thirty. If she didn’t figure it out soon, she’d be in denial for the rest of her life. And they didn’t have time if what he’d learned so far was true. None of them would take in the first year. Not one of the brood would conceive a child no matter how much they wanted it.
As the Queen’s proxy he knew the requirements. The Council strictly monitored and rationed magic to the brood. The magic they needed to conceive. The idea disgusted him, but he was loyal to Racha first, so he couldn’t tell them. He could only hope they stood together to make the Council change that one ridiculous law.
In the meantime, Corey was forced to watch all of them try to prove their need to procreate. They all wanted it, but come next year, there would be no new dragons unless they could convince the Council to let them assemble the Verdanith. Making the artifact whole again would take the power out of the hands of the Council and give it back to the Brood.
Maybe Racha was right, though. Maybe it took enough raw need between two partners. He had enough right now after watching that display.
He buttoned up his shirt and tightened his tie, then grabbed a stack of random files to hold in front of his crotch before leaving his office.
“Mr. Monaghan,” his secretary started in surprise when he opened the door.
“I have a meeting with Ms. Aris. Hold my calls.”
“Yes sir.”
The elevator took him up the one floor to her office. Six seconds was how long it took. He’d counted it multiple times, and counted again. How else do you pass the infinity it takes you to get to the woman you love?
The doors opened directly into her lobby. No hallways existed on the top floor. Her secretary, a bright young woman named Heather, lit up when she saw him.
“Is she busy?” he asked.
“No sir. Go right in.” She beamed at him and he tried to ignore the way her eyes drifted up and down him a few times before he passed through the doors.
“Racha Aris, CEO” was plastered on the heavy wood door.
She sat at her desk, intently reading something—most likely the latest financial reports for the company she had inherited from her father when he had died, and assumed control of six months ago. She’d slipped into the role her father had filled with very little effort aside from Corey’s explanations of how the modern world worked. He felt a little ineffectual now, to be honest. She was blindingly intelligent, he’d realized quickly once they were out in the world. She picked up on everything—social nuances, technical jargon, even the subtleties of corporate slang that irritated him to no end.
She didn’t move from her position when he entered the office, but there was an almost imperceptible shift in her posture once he was there. Their game, he thought. She would ignore him until he forced her to pay attention.
“Erika called.”
Racha’s head jerked up and she stared at him. Jesus, she was beautiful. Her green eyes were wide and expectant, her hair caught up in a pair of carved jade combs, with dark curls escaping. It was the end of the day and she was just a little oblivious of her appearance on days when she had few meetings, like today.
“You’re carrying files. You couldn’t e-mail me their location?”
“You’re observant,” he said.
“What did Erika say?”
“She was calling to petition, like the others.”
Racha laughed. “You must be joking.”
“No, and she was convincing. Very convincing.”
Racha’s eyes drifted back down to the manila folder he held in front of his hips. Her posture shifted again as she swiveled to face him. She crossed her legs and he admired the way her snug skirt rode up her thighs a tiny bit.
“So we have five petitions for my brother to take to the Council. The Council controls the sixth, so we just hope for now that they’ll approve. Shall we celebrate?” She glanced to the wet bar on the other side of her office, but Corey had in mind some other lubrication to enjoy besides the expensive liquor she kept available for clients.
“Yeah… I think we should.” His voice came out rough. He walked into the room with purpose, and tossed the folders onto her desk a second before he knelt in front of her. She was flushed already, her eyes wide when he slipped his hands up her thighs and pushed them apart maybe a little too forcefully. But he needed her and was too impatient to be gentle.
He shoved his hands up beneath her skirt, found the waistband of her panties, and tugged hard. She lifted up just enough for him to pull them down. Her shoes went along with the expensive lingerie she liked and he shoved her skirt higher, pulling her hips forward.
“She always gets you worked up.” She threaded her fingers through his hair and bent to kiss him.
“Powerful women get me hot. You like it,” he murmured against her lips.
“I love it.”
While they kissed he let his fingertips slide between her thighs. With his other hand he unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the lacy little front-hook bra she wore.
Pleasing her was the apex of his day. Since learning who she was and the scope of her family’s influence he’d been intimidated, but this was one situation where he still felt in control. Being the master of her pleasure was the thing he’d craved and now he had it, every day. He’d arrived at her office earlier than usual today, but needed this as much as he knew she did.
“I love you,” she breathed. He smiled around her nipple and enjoyed the harsh exhalation when he plunged two fingers into the scalding wet depths of her pussy and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. He’d make her come at least once before he gave himself to her. It was his way of asserting himself and she’d yet to complain about it. Today he had a lot of himself to give.
She cried out and pulled his hair, tugging his face back up to hers to kiss him savagely while her orgasm shook her. He quickly lifted her out of her chair and shoved the objects on her desk aside to make room.
The glow from her climax hadn’t subsided yet when sank into heaven a moment later, his hard, aching cock throbbing in contact with the wet sheathe of her pussy. He kissed her while he fucked her, only half conscious of her hands busily unfastening the buttons of his shirt and pushing it off him. His pants fell forgotten around his ankles. Nothing remained besides the godforsaken tie around his neck. The tie had an abstract green pattern that now draped across her breasts as he bent over her, burying himself inside her sweet depths over and over.
He came hard. His body shuddered and tensed. He took a breath and met her gaze. She smiled up at him in that worshipful way she had during these moments. Her hand grazed the glowing mark on his chest.
“Maybe this time?” she said, hopefully.
“I’m not done yet,” he said, beginning to slowly fuck her again. He intended to give it all to her today before he stopped. Every last drop. The way she tilted her head back and sighed when he moved inside her again just made him hotter. Her bare, creamy breasts bounced slightly with each thrust and she reached behind her head to grip the edge of her desk for leverage. Her strong legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her with rhythmic tugs. She wasn’t done yet, either.
By the time they were done, he’d climbed halfway onto her desk and her head and shoulders were draped over the other side, her s
lender legs both hooked over his shoulders while he fucked her into oblivion.
He pulled her up and shifted them both back to her desk chair, where he seated himself with her tucked onto his lap.
“Maybe this time,” he murmured into her neck, darting his tongue out to taste the sheen of sweat that coated her skin. She ran both hands down his cheeks and pulled him in for a deep kiss. When she drew back, her expression was resolute.
“It could take decades, but we have time.”
“You don’t sound like you believe that,” he said, caressing her pale thigh where it rested across his.
“The sooner we conceive the more time we have with our children after. The hibernation comes so quickly. I was a late child. I just remember seeing how distraught my parents were when I had to leave. Or my mother, at least. Father was away at the time.”
“Fucked up law, if you ask me,” he said. Corey rarely articulated his opinion of dragon law, but this was one he firmly believed to be bullshit.
“I don’t make the laws. You know that.”
“That doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he said, but he did know. Even though she was the Queen, her role was more of an enforcer than anything. Her brother was the one with the Council’s ear. Now with the entire Court in agreement that the Verdanith should be assembled, he hoped something might change. He’d at least like to surprise his mother with one more grandchild before she gave up on him entirely.
Racha’s desk phone trilled, its red light flashing. The sound jolted them both out of their intimate moment. She sighed and kissed him quickly, then leaned to answer the call.
“Ms. Aris, your four o’clock is here.”
“Thank you. I’ll be right there.” She slid off his lap. With a breath, her clothing shifted and rematerialized in perfect organization, her mussed hair adjusted itself into a perfect coif on her head. She still looked flushed and satisfied when she turned to survey Corey, still sitting naked in her chair with his pants around his ankles.
“You should sit in on this meeting. Not naked, though.”
