Dragon’s Lair:
The Summoning
By
Seraphina Donavan
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The Summoning
Copyright© 2012 Seraphina Donavan
ISBN: 978-1-60088-804-5
Cover Artist: Rebecca Sterling
Editor: Devin Govaere
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Chapter One
Lilly Montague smiled, her full lips curving upward as she savored the glide of her lover’s hand over her thigh. It had been only six months earlier that she had first met Philippe, in the very same exclusive club where they now indulged their desires. Sprawled atop him, her breasts crushed tightly against his chest and the hard ridge of his massive arousal pressed intimately into the juncture of her thighs, she savored the sensation. Still, there was something missing, or someone, more particularly. She was trying not to think about it, but her mind refused to cooperate. Lilly had two lovers in fact, two beautiful men who saw to her every whim and desire, as well as to one another’s. Rising on her elbows, she stared into Philippe’s handsome face, noting the honey-colored scruff that shadowed his firm jaw, highlighting the supple curve of his lips.
When he met her gaze, he sighed just a bit. “Stop thinking about it.”
Lilly’s sigh matched his. “I know he’s only been gone for a few days, but it feels like an eternity.”
Philippe’s hand moved farther up her thigh, disappearing beneath the hem of her skirt, and encountered nothing but bare skin. “You need a distraction, cher.”
Lilly shivered as his hand coasted over her behind, his fingertips lightly dipping into the cleft. “Don’t tell me,” she said. “Show me.”
It was only seconds later that she felt his lips on hers, claiming, ravaging her mouth in a hot, almost brutal kiss. His left hand fisted into her hair, using the dark locks to tug her head back. The other hand continued the sensual torment, sliding over the curve of her behind, between her parted thighs, his thumb circling the tight rosette while his fingers delved between dew-slicked folds. She let out a soft moan, unable to hold it back. There were other people in the club. The bartender was stocking the coolers with beer and other refreshments, and the new waitresses were in the storage room, doing inventory to make certain that all members’ toy chests were accounted for. Lilly thought of the first time she’d been in the storage room, seeing the various and sundry items that the club’s members used for their pleasure. Remy had been with her, his hot gaze like a physical caress on her body. She hadn’t known then who she wanted more, Remy or Philippe. It had never dawned on her to imagine that she would have them both.
“So wet, so hot for me,” he murmured, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of her throat. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, and she knew it would leave a mark. But the delicious shivers arcing through her body made it more than worthwhile.
Remy stepped into the dimly lit interior of Dragon’s Lair, his own private domain. At the end of the hallway, entering the main room, he paused and took in the scene before him. On the far side of the room, in the private alcove reserved for the three of them, Lilly and Philippe were ravishing one another. The hot kisses, the sight of Philippe’s skilled hand pumping into the sweetness of Lilly’s cunt, had him hard instantly. He didn’t have to make a sound. Philippe looked at him over Lilly’s shoulder, and Remy felt the zing of connection between them. There was a fantasy building in his mind, a tableaux that he allowed to play out for Philippe’s benefit. It had been nearly a week since he’d had them, since he’d tasted either one of them. Other things would wait, but his passion would not.
Moving toward them silently, he began to remove his tie and then his jacket. By the time he reached the alcove, his shirt was unbuttoned and his cock was raging. Philippe was urging Lilly on, whispering hot, erotic things to her that did not leave any of them unaffected. Her top went first, some gauzy confection that only highlighted her feminine appeal. It landed in a dainty heap on the floor, followed by her skirt. Clad only in high heels and a black lace bra, she straddled Philippe’s hips, rocking against the massive erection he sported for her. Moving behind her, Remy slid his hands over her shoulders, down to the soft globes of her breasts. He closed his fingers over her nipples, pinching them with just the amount of force she liked. She shuddered and leaned back against him.
“I’m so glad you’re home,” she said on a dreamy sigh.
He smiled as he claimed her mouth, tasting Philippe’s kiss on her lips. “I’m glad to be home... I’ve missed you. Both of you.”
Remy let go of the hardened buds tipping her breasts just long enough to reach between Lilly and Philippe and release the button fly of the other man’s jeans. “Show me how much you’ve missed me, Lilly,” he urged. “Show me how much you want to have your sweet pussy filled.”
Lilly didn’t have to ask what he wanted. So often they were perfectly in sync it was almost scary. Reaching down, she grasped Philippe’s cock in her hand. There were times when she was still stunned by the sheer size of them both, but she’d adapted. In fact, there was nothing she loved more than the exquisite fullness of having them both inside her. Remy slid his hand between her legs, parting the soft folds of her sex, while Philippe gripped her hips tightly as she guided his cock to her entrance. Lilly was amazed that, even after all their time together, he still entered her slowly, granting her body the time to adjust to his impressive girth. With his cock buried deep inside her, she couldn’t halt the deep moan that escaped her, the carnal sound echoing throughout the room.
“You’re so fucking tight, Lilly. I’m dying.”
“Not yet.” To Lilly, he added, “Lie back.”
Lilly did as Remy bid, reclining backward into what was very nearly a backbend, her head and shoulders resting on Philippe’s heavily muscled thighs. The position changed the angle of his penetration. The thick, rounded head of his cock was suddenly pressed more firmly against her G-spot, ratcheting the intensity of her pleasure to an almost unbearable point. Her whole body simply seized, the intensity of the pleasure too much to take in. She could do nothing but shudder as he moved inside her, shallow thrusts that kept her poised on the brink. With Remy standing above her, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, the position held great possibilities. Lilly reached up and tugged the zipper down until Remy’s hard cock sprang free. Wrapping her hands around it, she urged him forward until she could taste him.
Remy smiled down at her. “That’s it, cher. Can you taste how much I want you?”
She could only moan again as she filled her mouth with the thick head of his cock. The flavor was unique to him—spicy, masculine, and thoroughly addictive. Forcing her jaw to relax, she angled her neck to take him deeper, sucking him in until the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat. He positioned one knee on the chaise beside her head, shifting again until he was bent forward over her. With Philippe’s cock buried in her cunt, Remy’s mouth zeroed in on her clit, and she became helpless. The breath literally froze in her lungs the sensation was so exquisite. The heat and fullness of Philippe’s cock and the gentle strokes of Remy’s skilled tongue over that small bundle of nerve endings left her panting and weak as the pleasure rose and crested w
ithin her. She couldn’t scream, the sound muffled against Remy’s cock, but her whole body quaked with the force of her orgasm, the walls of her pussy clenching tightly around Philippe’s cock and her clit pulsing rapidly beneath Remy’s tongue.
Remy lapped at her creamy folds, his tongue brushing over the base of Philippe’s cock. At the other man’s sharp hiss of pleasure, he smiled. He wasn’t quite through with them yet, but knew if he didn’t withdraw his cock from the heat of Lilly’s skilled mouth, he would never be able to last. Rising, he reluctantly pulled away from her, noting how beautiful she was with her swollen lips and her soft skin still flushed with pleasure. “I need your pussy, Lilly. I need to come inside you.”
Philippe withdrew, his cock still rock hard. Remy eyed it greedily, knowing what he wanted from them both. When Philippe rose, Remy turned Lilly on the chaise so that she faced him, tugging her down so that her bottom was slightly over the edge. Hooking his hands behind her knees, he lifted her legs, spreading them open, admiring the lush beauty of her dewy sex. Those soft, pink folds, framed by perfectly trimmed dark curls, would tempt a saint, and he was far from a saint. Kneeling between her parted thighs, he guided the head of his cock to her entrance, nudging it inside her. The heat of her body was scorching. Sinking slowly into her, he savored every second of it, and when Philippe moved behind him, he groaned with the existing pleasure and the anticipation of what was to come.
Remy pumped his hips slightly, lodging himself even more fully into Lilly’s tight sheath, savoring her moans of pleasure and the bounce of her beautiful breasts. Leaning forward, he took one turgid nipple into his mouth, teasing the tender flesh with teeth and tongue. As his cock pulsed inside her, he felt Philippe’s hands on his ass, stroking him, delving into the crevice and applying oil liberally. With the other man’s cock poised to enter him, he gripped Lilly’s breasts and squeezed them together until he could lave both taut peaks. The first intrusion of Philippe’s cock had him biting back a curse. He was so thick, so massive, but nothing made him come harder than to be fucked by Philippe while he pounded his own cock into Lilly’s tight cunt.
Lying on the chaise, feeling Remy’s cock sliding into her aching channel, Lilly couldn’t take her eyes off the two men who had introduced her to such decadent pleasures. The fierceness of their expressions as Philippe breached Remy’s tight opening was so beautiful to her. She stroked Remy’s chest and shoulders, her fingernails scraping over the copper discs of flat male nipples. He groaned against her breasts, his teeth grazing her nipple painfully. She shivered in response, the walls of her pussy tightening around him.
“You liked that, Lilly,” he said. “A little pain amidst the mind-numbing pleasure only makes it better.”
“Remy, please,” she said. “Do it again.”
Remy braced himself as Philippe plunged deeper, his cock sliding past the second ring of muscles until he was fully seated inside him. He felt Philippe’s balls nestled against his own, and the silky, wetness of Lilly’s cunt bathed them both. Forcing his muscles to relax, he felt Philippe withdraw and then thrust into him again. The power of that thrust had him sweating, gritting his teeth to keep from coming as it drove his cock deeper into Lilly’s clenching sheath. She clutched him and screamed, crying out with pleasure, and he fulfilled her request. He closed his teeth over the taut peak of her breast, creating a slight burn, before relenting and then sucking the bud deeply.
It was only a few thrusts, long and powerful, but they had been so desperate for one another it didn’t require much. Lilly’s body began to quiver, on the cusp of her orgasm. Philippe slammed his cock into Remy’s ass again, and then they were all coming together. The hot jets of cum that poured into his ass triggered Remy’s own release, and he pumped into Lilly, his cum jetting deep inside her as she spasmed around him.
Breathlessly, his forehead resting against the soft mounds of her breasts, he said, “I missed you, cher.”
She chuckled, sending shivers of pleasure through all of them. “We missed you too. I think I almost wore Philippe out.”
Philippe withdrew from Remy and collapsed onto the chaise beside them. “She was very demanding,” he agreed. “It definitely takes two cocks to satisfy her these days.”
Remy didn’t laugh, just leveled a hot look at her. “Or more than two? I went shopping, darling, and bought new toys with you in mind.”
“Umm. I can’t wait. But I need a nap first... Are we staying here or going back home?”
Remy stood, pulling his pants up and tucking his spent cock inside them, before zipping them up. “Philippe and I have some business to attend to, but it should only be an hour or so. You should head home and take a nap because, when we get back, there’ll be no sleep for you.”
Lilly smiled and rose from the chaise, reaching for her discarded clothing. She dressed slowly, enjoying the way their eyes roamed over her body. Had anyone told her that she would ever be so at ease being naked with two gorgeous men, she would never have believed them. Now, she actually gloried in it. With a last tug to straighten her skirt, she kissed both of them. “I expect you in one hour. Not a minute more.”
Philippe kissed her again and swatted her behind. “Don’t get so bossy. I may have to teach you a lesson.”
She nipped his lip in response. “Oh, I hope so.”
Remy watched her walk out, enjoying the sway of her full hips under her flowing skirt. Lilly had always been beautiful, but her sensual awakening had only heightened her beauty. Putting her from his mind, Remy turned to Philippe. “We have a problem.”
“I figured. You weren’t due back for another day.”
Remy sighed. “I received a call from Alphonse, asking to meet with us... Which can only mean bad things.” He watched for Philippe’s reaction, ready to restrain the other man if needed. Philippe’s temper, especially when something he loved was threatened, could be fierce.
“They can’t take her from us. We marked her. Arcadian law states that she is ours.”
Remy knew that, but he also knew that if one was willing to look, loopholes could be found in anything. “We can’t assume anything. There’s too much at stake.”
Philippe’s jaw clenched, and his words, when he spoke, were clipped. “I won’t give her up, and no one will take her from us. No matter what I have to do.”
That sentiment mirrored Remy’s own feelings. Lilly was everything to them. They both needed her. The light and the softness that she brought to their lives was something they could no longer live without. “Fine. We do whatever it takes.”
The conversation halted abruptly as an older man walked into the club. There was an aura of age and wisdom about him, though his back was straight and his shoulders still strong. He had a shock of thick, white hair and a face that was curiously devoid of any lines. He approached them without hesitation. When he entered the alcove, he inclined his head in a slight bow.
Remy and Philippe returned the greeting, but it was Remy who initiated conversation. “You called this meeting for a reason, Alphonse. Don’t waste our time.”
The elder waved his hand dismissively. “I’m not here to talk bullshit, Remy. It is a waste of time for both of us... and Philippe looks like he’s ready to take my head off.”
“When the council sends an emissary, it typically has unpleasant consequences,” Remy responded. Philippe still stood in stony silence behind him.
“That is a true statement. But I am not your enemy. I came here personally because I wanted to warn you. The intrigue and backstabbing of the Arcadian council has not changed... and, though the both of you left the clan’s compound long ago, you still have enemies there.”
“Jacques I take it,” Remy said, referring to another councilman who had long held a grudge against them.
“Yes. As a council member, he cannot challenge you directly.... But his nephews can. They have petitioned the council to annul your mating with Lilly, alleging that you stole her from them.”
“It’s ludicrous.”
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sp; “They have agreed to allow me to speak with Lilly, to gather a statement from her and present it to the council. No one wants to see blood shed.”
“Oh, someone does,” Philippe intoned gravely.
“We will take you to Lilly,” Remy said, tossing a warning look at Philippe, “and she can tell you the truth. She’s never seen Dax or Farron. They haven’t come to New Orleans since Lilly came into our lives.”
“I look forward to meeting her,” Alphonse said.
Chapter Two
Lilly moved about in her bathroom, tidying the expensive bottles on the countertop. Sometimes, it seemed that her life was just an elaborate fantasy, something she’d made up to avoid the drudgery that she’d lived in for so long. It wasn’t that she hadn’t loved her mother, or that she hadn’t grieved when her mother passed away. But for the longest time, she’d felt that her mother wasn’t even really there with her anymore, just a shell of the woman she’d been before. Lilly had been only eighteen when her parents had been in that accident. Coming to New Orleans after her mother’s death had been the best decision she’d ever made. The city had revitalized her, had allowed her to discover herself, and, in doing so, had led her to Remy and Philippe.
Reaching for the satin robe hanging on the back of her door, she slipped it on and tied the sash. With one last glance at her feminine retreat, she stepped out of the room with a smile on her face. She slept with both Remy and Philippe nightly, but she’d drawn the line at sharing a bathroom with them. They were magical dragon shifters, but they were still male and, therefore, had no ability to aim. Some things were apparently universal, she thought, as she moved down the hallway toward their room.
Opening the door to the large walk-in closet that they had filled for her, she surveyed the racks of clothes and lingerie. Both of them were generous to her, to a fault. Bypassing those items, she zeroed in on a small package in the back. She’d purchased it weeks ago and had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to wear the new corset and boots she’d purchased at a specialty store in the Quarter. Lifting the heavy silk with its deceptively delicate embroidery, Lilly ran her fingers over the dragon created from intertwined black and gold thread on a deep crimson background. When she’d seen it, she’d been unable to think of anything but them. That was how she’d known it would be perfect.
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