Dragon Lust

by Kelly Armenta

  Chapter 27

  In the end it was Gareth that made the decision for me, for all of us. I hadn’t realized how deeply I’d grown to care for him until he raised my hand to his lips and I saw the compassion in his eyes. With a look, he told me it was the right thing to do. That it was necessary. At first I didn’t want to go, afraid to lose what the three of us were just beginning to build together. Afraid it would be damaged beyond repair. But his eyes told me differently.

  My arms slipped round his neck and I held him tightly, kissed his cheek as he breathed me in. And beside us I felt Jace wrap his arms around me too, giving me his support and trust, letting me know that he too believed in me and was in agreement with Gareth.

  And then they released me and urged me to my feet, turned me toward Amras and Cursed, who met my eyes with a look that seared me to my soul. His hand on Amras’ shoulder tightened and then slipped away as he backed a step. Amras heaved a sigh and lifted his head slowly, perhaps sensing my gaze.

  No one spoke as I eased around the table. Amras’ eyes were huge violet wells of desire and fear. Perhaps he feared what was about to happen, or that it might not. Either way he held himself perfectly still, as if even the slightest movement might frighten me away. And perhaps he was right. I only know that my heart was racing and my mouth was dry as I moved to within a foot or two of him and slowly held out my hand.

  His eyes met mine then dropped to the couch behind me where Jace and Gareth sat. What he saw there must have encouraged him because he glanced back at me and reached for my hand, his cool fingers slipping into mine. His aura shifted to almost yellow and he pulled in air as our fingers brushed. Then he was on his feet standing over me and I bit my lip.

  My eyes strayed to Cursed standing just behind Amras and I struggled to breathe as his black eyes pulled me in. Amras followed my gaze and stared at Cursed, who lifted his eyes to Amras with a look of wonder. He too glanced at the couch behind me and his eyes widened slightly and his nostrils flared as he breathed deeply. He took a step toward us and Amras held out his arm to Cursed.

  I can’t say that I remember the walk to my bedroom. I just know that the three of us made it there. It was Cursed who closed the door, and it was Amras that led me to my four poster bed, stopping just short of it. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my blouse over my head, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor before crawling onto my bedding and in amongst the pillows.

  When I turned to look at them, Cursed was holding onto the post at the end of my bed, his eyes deep black pits. Amras stood where he had stopped and simply stared at me, as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes. Both of them were bathed in that same red-orange glow.

  “Gentlemen?” I breathed. “Do I need to lower the shield you helped me build?”

  Cursed made a sound low in his throat and glanced at Amras, as his hands strayed to the ties on his shirt. I watched from my pile of pillows as he slowly raised it over his head, leaving his chest bare to my gaze. His muscles were well developed; his skin looked like caramel, all smooth and yummy.

  I turned to look at Amras and noticed he too had removed his shirt and was in the process of removing his boots. Like Cursed, he was well muscled, only more slender, and his skin nearly glowed from within like moonlight. I licked my lips and lifted my hair out from under me, snuggling down as I watched the two of them remove the rest of their weapons and clothing. Amras was closer and just a little quicker and he slid onto my bed with a grace that sped my heart. His movements were fluid as he moved to my side and propped his head on his hand. Cursed stalked onto the bed, his muscles bunching and flowing, much like the cat that he was, as he slipped up on my other side.

  “What would you have of us, My Lady?” Cursed asked, as he leaned on one elbow, much as Amras was doing at my other side.

  I glanced down his body. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him nude but it was the first time I knew I could touch him, all of him, and that made a world of difference. “Release your hair please?” I asked, turning to look at Amras so he knew my request was for them both. They each sat up and undid their leather ties, dropping them to the floor at the side of the bed. Pale blond and black streamed across my quilt and I reached for a handful of both. “I want… your pleasure,” I responded as I tugged them closer with a gentle pull. “I want to feel you inside of me. I want to hear your breath catch as you reach orgasm, feel your heart race. I want your satisfaction,” I whispered and glanced between the two.

  “You don’t ask much,” Amras replied with a small smile.

  “No just… everything… touch me,” I offered and it was like they had been waiting for my permission. Long delicate fingers brushed me, teasing and whispering promises across my skin. I reached for them and pulled them in closer, tighter as hands and lips melded.

  Cursed slid down my body, his mouth hot as he blazed a path across my ribs and stomach, his leg slipping between mine and I shifted my thighs spreading them slightly. The hard hot length of him brushed against me as he maneuvered himself over my leg, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body.

  Amras pressed in against my other side while he kissed his way across my collar and up my neck, his teeth finding my ear, then my jaw. I turned my face to him and our lips met. So soft and full, he tasted of sun drenched meadows and honey. I opened for him as I ran my hands over his arms and shoulders and up into his hair. It felt like silk and I purred as I grasped a handful, letting it slide across my palm and through my fingers, wrapping it about my wrist.

  Cursed’s tongue, full and wet moving over me raised my hips and caused me to moan and pull back from Amras so I could look down my body. Amras turned too and watched as Cursed grinned and set his tongue to me again. I grabbed a handful of bedding and fought to keep my eyes open to watch him as he swirled his tongue over and over causing tremors in my lower regions. His eyes were black as night and narrowed slightly, his hands resting lightly on my thighs.

  Amras slid up onto his arms and urged me forward so he could curl partially in behind me, cradling my body against the smooth length of him, my head resting against his upper stomach. He lifted his hair and draped it across my shoulder, partially covering my breast and his hands slipped into my hair, then began tracing my temple, ear, neck, and shoulders. The length of Amras pressed in against my side and my fingers strayed to his thigh, running up his perfectly pale body, over his hip and across the tight skin of his lower abdomen. Amras wasn’t nearly as thick or long as any of my other men, but he still fit nicely in my palm as my fingers slowly tightened around him. He breathed in sharply and slid his top leg back, allowing me better access which I took full advantage of as I ran my fingers first up his length, then slipped down his shaft so I could cup his balls in my palm. They were so tight, like hard knots, and I rolled them gently feeling Amras tense behind me.

  “Hmmm, have a care,” Amras breathed. His voice sounding slightly distressed. I wasn’t being rough so it must be that he was unused to being touched.

  Cursed made a low harsh sound in his throat and his fingers dug into my thighs. Yet his eyes never wavered and it felt as if he could go on like this all night. While his tongue on me felt heavenly, I wondered at his restraint. “Cursed, this isn’t necessary,” I told him softly.

  He lifted his head and flashed his teeth at me. “Yes, My Lady, it is, I would not harm you.”

  I thought his comment odd and my hand stilled on Amras as I considered his response. “Why would you harm me?” I asked.

  My question caused him to stop once again and this time he dropped his head to my nest of curls, resting his forehead against me. His hair slipped forward, hiding his face as he breathed deeply yet remained silent. Behind me Amras stroked my shoulder with his cool fingers. “We had agreed to let Cursed go first, his need is…much greater than mine.”

  He spoke softly yet there was an edge of steel in his voice as if he was trying to convince not just me but perhaps himself as well. And I wondered how that could be, to measure one�
�s length of celibacy against another’s.

  Cursed jerked slightly between my legs, as though my thought had struck him. Amras sighed and continued. “All of us believed he had been seduced by the Princess, especially the Queen, who was most wroth. Yet Cursed had been one of her most faithful warriors and she couldn’t bare the thought of killing him, so instead she had him put into the dungeon.”

  This wasn’t anything they hadn’t already told me, and I wondered what his point might be.

  “The point is that she forbade satisfaction of any kind, yet regularly he was forced to… watch others.”

  Satisfaction of any kind, what exactly did that mean?

  Amras sighed again and ran his fingers over my arm. “Not even self inflicted.”

  My mind strayed to Kit and I wondered… I didn’t want to finish that thought. “But what has that to do with us?” I asked. Surely he didn’t think I would deny him the satisfaction he so obviously needed. And then I thought, to see me with Amras first…

  Amras cleared his throat gently and was silent for a moment. I could almost sense the conversation taking place but could not follow it. No one spoke for several minutes, then Amras continued. “Princess,” he breathed against my ear. “We are concerned that Cursed’s size may harm you.”

  His size? It was true he was nearly the tallest of my men but I wasn’t in any danger of being crushed under his weight. Confused, I turned my head to glance up at Amras and asked, “What is wrong with his size and why are you concerned he would harm me?”

  Amras smiled gently and gave me a slight squeeze. “Had you not noticed he is rather…well endowed?” Amras asked, and I swear he looked as if he might be blushing.

  Come to think of it I had noticed he was easily as large as Gareth or Jace and perhaps a bit larger, but not so much that I was alarmed by it. And not nearly as large as Kit when he’d…I needed to stop having these thoughts. “Yes,” I replied and smiled back at him. “But I don’t believe either of you need worry. I’m certain it will not be a problem for either of us.” Amras glanced at me and there was something in his eyes, regret perhaps? Yet it was quickly covered as he leaned forward, kissed my forehead and nodded. “Cursed, look at me?” I called to him, as I turned back and settled against Amras.

  His body still looked tense but not as if it would shatter like glass as it had earlier. I knew he was listening; perhaps he didn’t yet believe me. But he slowly raised his eyes and I’d never seen such raw desire before on anyone’s face. It caused me to sit straight up and reach for him. He flinched when my hands bushed his shoulders as if my touch burned. After what Amras had told me I was tempted to feel sorry for him, but knew he would not thank me. Instead I lifted my hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as I looked down into his black eyes and simply knew what I needed to do.

  I let one hand drop back to the bed and gently slipped the other into his hair reveling in the feel of the thick strands. When I reached the back of his head I grabbed a handful and gave him a sharp pull. Kindness was not what he needed at that moment. He growled and bared his teeth at me. I narrowed my eyes and held him tighter, slowly pulling him toward me as I lay back, so that he was forced onto his knees and over me. “I want you now, Cursed!” I told him forcefully.

  I thought he might come to me, but instead he grabbed my hips and yanked me down and under him. I managed to hold on to his hair as my body slid across the bedding and then he was on me. With another growl he rammed himself inside and I was suddenly glad he’d taken the time first as he stretched me to my limits and nearly beyond. My head went back and my hips rose of their own accord as he nearly pulled himself out then slammed back in again. No gentle loving this, as he pummeled me repeatedly, yet my body responded eagerly raising to meet each thrust. His breathing became ragged and I wrapped my legs around his, pulling him in tightly. His lips found mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I opened for him and when he drew back, I followed, jerking slightly when my tongue caught on one of his teeth and was punctured.

  I tasted the dull metallic flavor of my own blood, which seemed to excite Cursed as he forced his way back into my mouth and sucked my tongue, all the while making eager noises in the back of his throat. He was after all part Goblin, so perhaps it wasn’t all that strange.

  Distracted by his feeding at my mouth and the feel of him inside of me, I lost my concentration as my shield slid away so that I found myself swamped in Cursed’s raging need. Like a four alarm fire, it roared through me causing the heavy pooling in my lower regions to overflow and bow my back as an orgasm racked my body, lifting me off the bed. Cursed yelled and dropped his face to my shoulder sinking his teeth in as he plunged into me one last time and held there, his body throbbing out his orgasm so deep and hard. I screamed and pulled at his hair, the nails of my other hand digging into his bicep deeply.

  My bedroom door slammed open and Gareth stood there with Jace at his shoulder, both of them lined in an angry dark red haze. Behind him in the hall I could see Owen surrounded in dark green and Kit, who had reverted to wolf and whose red eyes were peering around Gareth’s waist, seemed to be enjoying the view. “What the hell!” Gareth rasped and Jace sucked in air as Cursed lifted his blood stained lips from my shoulder, growling as he ran his tongue over his mouth.

  “Goblin!” Jace hissed.

  “Are you well?” Owen demanded after several tense but silent seconds. He seemed the only one of them capable of coherent speech.

  “Mortified but fine, thank you for asking!” I snapped back, then glared at Gareth and Jace as I shifted my shoulder and healed instantly. Nothing like being caught in the act by your boyfriends, while making love to another man. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to crawl under the covers or beg for forgiveness. “I’m sorry I screamed. It was just…unexpected. See?” I said, pulling back my hair to show my unbroken skin. There was still blood but no wound.

  Cursed pulled his eyes from the others long enough to look down at me. And I couldn’t tell if the look in his eyes boded well for me or not. He seemed shocked but I couldn’t say if it was because of what he’d done or the fact that I’d healed the wound so quickly. “Pardon, My Lady,” he told me and I realized it was only the third sentence he’d spoken to me since we’d entered the room. Not a big talker in the bedroom apparently.

  Above us on the bed Amras assured the others. “The Princess was not in any danger.”

  Gareth’s gaze flicked to him but his question was for me. “Goldy?” Gareth demanded, and his voice vibrated with unspoken questions.

  I turned to him, my eyes huge as deep inside me Goldy raised her head and glanced over her shoulder. Her brilliant golden eyes swirled calmly as she gazed in Gareth’s direction. The Blue and Green have nothing to fear. She stated.

  Gareth nodded abruptly and his eyes turned gentle as he gazed at me. Unexpected tears filled my eyes and slipped down my cheeks as I stared back at him. “We’ll give you some privacy,” Gareth muttered and backed out the door, forcing the rest of them backward too. Kit looked like he would have stayed but Gareth glared at him and my Demon winked at me and trotted down the hall.

  Where do you go from here I wondered, feeling the tears run down my cheeks. Amras swam into view over me and his fingers brushed at the moisture which collected, then hardened in his palm. “Dragon tears,” he whispered, gazing down at the golden dew drop shapes on his hand and on the bed next to me.

  “Why did the Dragon address Goldy and how did she speak from within you?” Cursed asked, still leaning on his forearms above me.

  “I have no idea.” Obviously he trusted her answer more than mine at the time. “Maybe it had something to do with the fact that we’re… ah…” And I waved my hand at us. He was still buried inside me and I could feel that he hadn’t diminished much in size. I wondered if we’d be going round two soon or if this might be a tag team event.

  “Hmmm,” Amras murmured. “I’m not certain I know what a tag team is but if it means I’m next, then that would be my preference
. Perhaps we should clean you up first? Not that it matters to me,” he assured me with a smile. “I believe you’d look lovely covered in mud. But perhaps you’d like a chance to…collect yourself, assuming Cursed can drag himself away from your considerable charms.”

  Cursed shot him a look which I couldn’t interpret and wasn’t certain I wanted to. Either way he lifted himself off me, but not before leaning down to kiss me first. “I am sorry if I hurt you, My Lady,” he whispered gently. I glanced up into his eyes and saw the truth of his statement. “Thank you.”

  I sniffled and then smiled, as I brushed back the hair from his face, looping a strand behind one of his ears. “My pleasure,” I replied realizing it was the absolute truth. With the exception of the initial shock, the bite hadn’t been all that terrible. I was very happy to be the one to end Cursed’s long celibacy, and not just because my Mother had caused it.

  I pulled myself off the bed and wandered to the restroom nearly gasping when I got a good look at myself in the mirror. My hair was a disaster and the blood from my shoulder had run all down my arm and breast. My eyes were huge and my skin very pale. Who knew sex could take so much out of a girl?

  I headed to the shower and turned the hot water on nearly full blast, letting the heat pull the tension from me. I was struggling to wash my hair when I realized there was really no need to do this alone. Since Amras was one of the four that had decided they liked my hair this length, there wasn’t any reason he couldn’t help me get the mass of curls clean. My shields were still down so it wasn’t difficult to call to him, I didn’t even need to time it, just simply whispered his name in my mind, focusing on his image. Either I was much stronger than I thought or he had been anxiously waiting. It was less than a minute before the shower door opened and he stepped in his arms circling me from behind.

  “You called?” he breathed against my ear. His hands roaming my front before he turned me to face him and his lips gently met mine.