Dragon Lust

by Kelly Armenta

  “I need help with my hair,” I told him when he let me up for air some few minutes later. His mouth was incredible and was already causing a tightening down low.

  “Is that all you need help with?” he breathed against my lips, his body pressing into mine. “I am now ready to fulfill your earlier wish for my satisfaction. In fact I’m more than ready to… how did you put it? Ah yes, to be inside of you. To let you feel my heart race and my breath catch as I reach orgasm. I was not locked in a cell or forced to watch others enjoy themselves, but I have held myself back much longer than our friend in the other room. I am not certain I can wait one more moment to taste you.”

  I moaned softly and slipped my arms around him, pressing my breasts against his chest. His words excited me, left me breathless with need. “Amras” I whispered. “Yes.”

  His hands were like quicksilver as they glided over my body, cupping me against him. His breathing deepened and he dropped his forehead to mine, his body stilling. “Princess,” he whispered, and his voice was filled with pain. “As much as I want this, I do not want to disappoint you.”

  I wasn’t certain what he was talking about but I moved against him, urging him on with my body. I slid my hand down between us and cupped him in my palm. He stiffened slightly and would have drawn away but I refused to release him. “What is it, Amras?” I asked, nearly panting with the need he’d raised in me.

  He stroked the back of my hand and said. “I have seen the others, and I know I cannot compare….I do not want to disappoint you.”

  His meaning took a moment to sink in. Was this what had disturbed him earlier with Cursed? That he thought he was too small to please me? “Would it make you happy to be larger?” I asked, truly curious. I had never thought about size before. Honestly it had never come up for me, seeing as how I’d only ever been with Gareth and Jace and now Cursed, it just hadn’t been a concern.

  “Very much,” he admitted. “It is… vanity I suppose.”

  I thought about it for moment and considered the problem. He wanted to be larger, I was part Demon, could I help him? Before I tried I took a second and concentrated on my newly created red wall, opened the door and gently breathed out desire at Amras. I wanted him and it didn’t seem right that he was conflicted with concerns for pleasuring me. At that moment, it was the quickest way I had of letting him know how I felt.

  His aura shifted from dark purple to red-orange as my haze enveloped him and he stiffened in my arms. I was as if he’d been touched by a live wire and his hands and lips were everywhere as he pushed me up against the shower wall and lifted my leg, wrapping it round his waist. Just before he slid inside of me I formed an image in my head as Kit had taught me, and reaching between us I quickly slid my hand around him pushing the image down my arm and wrist and out my fingers into him. Then I couldn’t think anymore as he slid inside and began rolling his hips.

  Chapter 28

  We were both panting when he pulled out. My body felt boneless and I would have slid to the floor except Amras somehow managed to keep the two of us upright. “Goddess, protect me! What have you done?” he breathed, looking down at himself in awe.

  I couldn’t help smiling as I stared back at his face. I didn’t need to look down to know that my wish for him had worked. Of course it had, hadn’t I been feeling the newly enlarged length and width of him buried inside me for the past several minutes. “Consider it my gift for my family’s aggravating treatment of you through the years.”

  “Is it permanent?” he asked, his voice sounding shaky as if he wanted to know but was almost afraid of the answer.

  “Unless you try using it on someone else,” I said, then covered my mouth with my hand as my eyes widened in horror. I couldn’t believe I’d said that out loud, in fact I couldn’t believe I’d thought it at all, let alone said it!

  He glanced at me and it was clear he wanted to laugh but was afraid to do so.

  “I’m sorry I don’t know why I said that,” I told him contritely.

  He laughed then and swept me into his arms, pressing into the flesh of my stomach as he said, “Faithfulness is the least of your worries with me. I promise not to ‘use’ it on anyone else but you, as long as you promise to ‘use’ it more than once every several hundred years.”

  Several hundred years… ouch! My Mother had much to answer for.

  “Thankfully that’s all in the past now,” he assured me as he nuzzled at my neck, sending gooseflesh skittering across my skin.

  I chuckled and hugged him tightly. “Deal!” I agreed. “Right now would be a good time to ah…finish what we’ve started don’t you think?”

  He laughed again and reached over to turn off the water. “I think we should finish this in the bed where we won’t crack our heads open,” he added, because one of his more vigorous thrusts had caused my head to bang into the tiles. I was forced to agree.

  Cursed was stretched out on his stomach across my bed, I would have said he was sleeping but as we got closer he rolled onto his side and made room for us, patting the bed as he scooted back across the covers. He looked relaxed, enveloped in a light red haze, his eyes heavy…sexy as he watched me climb onto the bed. Amras slipped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist cradling me back against him. “You don’t need to do this.”

  Cursed just smiled slightly as he replied, “You would prefer I leave?”

  Amras tensed against my back but his voice was calm as he spoke. “Yes, to say otherwise would be a lie.” And Elves did not lie.

  Cursed’s smile widened. “Then I will stay.”

  Sighing heavily, I felt Amras nod his head. “So be it.”

  I was having a hard time understanding why Cursed was being obstinate and turned my head to glance back at Amras, who appeared deep in thought. His eyes flicked to me and he forced a smile. “Cursed has more wisdom than I would have credited him with,” he told me and reached to brush back a wet curl from my cheek.

  His comment made even less sense to me and I frowned, glancing between the two of them. Amras looked nearly chagrined while Cursed seemed to have adopted a calm relaxed visage. I threw up my hands and pushed out of Amras’ arms, moving to the head of the bed and crossed my arms. My posture clearly said I wasn’t budging until someone explained this latest riddle to me.

  Normally I would have expected Amras to take the lead but he pressed his lips together and refused to meet my eyes, so I pointedly turned to Cursed. “Neither of us is going anywhere, My Lady, so sharing is a habit best started now” he replied.

  His words sunk in and I had to remind myself that while they had known each other in passing prior to two days ago, unlike Gareth and Jace who obviously had no issue sharing me; these two came from completely different backgrounds. That they managed to be this civil to each other, obviously on my behalf, was actually quite amazing, especially given their history with my Mother. To ask them to share a bed, let alone my person, seemed more than unreasonable. I thought maybe I should say something, and then realized there wasn’t much I could say. This was the way it had to be and if they couldn’t handle it then it was best to know now.

  “It’s me or one of the others,” Cursed told Amras bluntly. “The Demon has been in here twice already, and I’m beginning to understand his fascination with your activities in the shower,” he stated, his eyes dropping briefly to Amras’ lap and his obviously much larger member, which now was nearly as long as Cursed’s, and perhaps slightly wider. He glanced between us and asked, “Your doing, My Lady?”

  I nodded, chewing on my lip as I watched Amras out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be resigning himself to the situation. A minute or so later he lifted his eyes to Cursed and there was a mischievous sparkle deep in their violet depths. “Best not to mention this or our numbers might grow significantly,” he jested, obviously on his way to being over his funk and seemingly well pleased with himself.

  Cursed chuckled and shook his head, his eyes turning back to me speculatively. I just lifted an
eyebrow and stared back at him, tipping my head to the side. He shook his head again. “Perhaps if you lowered your shields and allowed her to feel you?” he suggested quietly.

  Amras breathed in and after a quick nod his shielding fell away, and like with Cursed earlier, I was overwhelmed with his desire. My body jerked and I pulled air in through my teeth, my fingers digging into the bed as I struggled to deal with the influx of emotions aimed at me. “Come to me, Princess,” he urged.

  It took me a second to figure out how my limbs were supposed to work, then I was moving across the bed toward him and into his arms. I pushed him over and crawled onto his body, kissing him while my hands roamed, touching everywhere. When he would have rolled us over, I straddled him, brushing myself over his length and effectively removing that option, as his smooth round head found my opening and I forced him into my body ever so slowly. His eyes widened and he grasped my wrists braced against his chest. When I wiggled at the end, settling myself firmly, I could feel him lightly pressing against my cervix.

  Quite simply he felt incredible, and I savored the moment before I leaned forward and began working his length in and out of me. It didn’t take long before he was lifting to meet my slow thrusts, and then his hands shifted to my hips where he could better guide our motions.

  Maybe it was that he’d stopped earlier in the shower, or that Cursed had mentioned Kit being in here twice already, or perhaps several hundred years of celibacy? Whatever the cause, it didn’t take long before Amras’ breath quickened and he wrapped his arms around my back. In a movement that impressed me greatly, he flipped us over and I was suddenly looking up into his lovely eyes.

  They say the eyes are the window to a person’s soul and right at that moment Amras’ looked nearly frantic with need. His pleasure filled me, seeping into my body, filling me up so that warmth began building, bubbling up inside me, until I writhed on the bed beneath him, my limbs tingling as the blood raced through me. My eyes widened then slipped closed, and I reached for him, holding onto his arms as pleasure speared me, bowing my back and clenching me around him. Amras threw back his head and moaned low and deep in his chest while he spilled his seed inside me.

  His arms gave and he slumped down on me, his chest pressing my back into the bed as we lay there in near stupor. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my hands over his back, soothing as I glided over his skin. His lips found my cheek and he snuggled his face in against me. “Thank you,” he whispered and I hugged him tightly, hooking a foot over the back of his calf.

  His weight felt good on me, the heaviness of him matching the weight of my limbs. When he would have moved I held him tighter. He chuckled and slid out of my body, moving just enough so that his full weight wasn’t pressing down on me. His lips brushed mine and I smiled softly. My eyes were heavy, it had been a long day and tomorrow was likely to be even longer.

  “Rest, Princess,” Amras whispered. I turned my head and cracked open my eyes to see Cursed still lying on the bed with a pensive look on his face. I reached my hand toward him, and he glanced at it with a small smile.

  “The others are at the door, My Lady. Shall I call them in?” he asked softly, a look of regret crossing his face.

  From the lee of my neck, Amras groaned and muttered something I didn’t quite catch and rolled off me and onto his back, where he threw his arm over his face.

  I chewed my lip and thought about it for a moment. “Give me a second,” I muttered, and pushing up so I could crawl to the head of the bed where I had pulled back the covers, I climbed under them. Amras pulled his arm off his face and glanced at me with a question in his eyes. I sighed and flipped back the covers motioning for him to join me, then I glanced at Cursed and silently made him the same offer for my other side. They both smiled and quickly slipped under the covers, pressing in against me. I tucked the covers around us and sent a mental call for Kit.

  The door slipped open and Kit trotted in with a big toothy grin. He leapt onto the bed and settled himself at the foot, his large ruby eyes blinking at me. Owen stepped into the room, took one look at the situation and he too shifted to wolf without being asked, trotted over and made himself comfortable at the other end. I smiled at the two of them and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep with my arm draped over Amras and Cursed pressed in against my back.

  Sometime later in the wee hours, Gareth lifted me out of my bed and four pairs of eyes watched as he carried me from the room.

  Chapter 29

  I woke to the heavenly smell of French Roasted coffee and Jace’s face smiling beside me on the pillow. Gareth was standing next to the bed holding a huge mug with, of all things, a big yellow smiley face on it.

  “Morning,” Jace chuckled, as I inhaled deeply and pulled my hand out of the covers so I could reach it out over Jace’s body toward Gareth. I so needed that caffeine to start my day with.

  “Maybe you should sit up first?” Gareth suggested.

  Grumbling, I pushed into a sitting position and winced slightly at an unfamiliar tenderness in my nether regions. Gareth must have noticed because he raised one eyebrow at me and gave me one of those darkly masculine looks, the kind I’d only been seeing recently. Apparently the two of them weren’t nearly as blasé about me being with the others as they tried to appear. I knew this because they had spent several hours this morning proving that point to me, which of course accounted for the happy smiles and dare I say… solicitous attitudes?

  I reached for the coffee and sucked the rich aroma into my lungs. The first sip was ambrosia and I closed my eyes, rolling it over my tongue, savoring the rich flavor and creamy sweetness. It was the perfect temperature for drinking and I lifted the mug again for a second, then a third, sip.

  Jace sat up and braced his head and back against the headboard. “Wow! Keep that up and none of us will be able to walk,” he muttered.

  I opened my eyes and noticed that Gareth’s were slowly whirling, and his face had a dark sexy look to it. “Hmmm, I think she should only drink coffee with us.”

  “Yes and she sleeps only with us,” Jace added, turning to look at me so I could see that his eyes were also whirling.

  I took another swallow and glanced between them. Gareth was standing behind Jace and he eased onto the mattress with one hip. His eyes stopped whirling suddenly and his face grew serious. “Take whomever you need to your bed, whenever you must. But you sleep here with us at night, agreed?”

  I smiled and nodded.

  “And don’t worry if you fall asleep….one of us will come and get you.”

  “In fact we’re happy to do so,” Jace told me with an evil smile, his eyebrows going up and down several times.

  I was thinking of four pair of eyes and nodded again. I couldn’t argue with their logic.

  “Well that went surprising well,” Jace commented. “Hurry up and drink that before you unman me, or I lose my self control,” he teased.

  “Coffee this good should not be rushed,” I informed him pertly.

  “You’ve got a short memory,” Jace commented, his eyelids going to half mast as he stared at me.

  The last time I’d teased him I’d ended up with cold coffee, so I smiled and tipped up my mug, swallowing the rest in a long gulp, then handed it empty to Gareth, who held out his hand for it and disappeared out the door. All that liquid had me heading for the restroom.

  When I came back from the bathroom, Gareth had returned and he was sitting on the bed, propped up on pillows much as Jace was. Both of them were dressed, except for shoes, and there was a large tray of food across Jace’s lap. Both of them were wrapped in a dark blue haze. I crawled onto the bed and into the space between them, my eyes glued to the newspapers held in Gareth’s hand. He handed them to me after I curled around a pillow, and I bit my lip as the headlines leapt at me off the front page of the San Francisco Tribune, Chronicle, and Times. In order they said; Mysterious Elfin Princess Sighted at City Hall, Who Is This Princess, and Sidhee Opens Its Doors, Mysterious Princess Sighted at Cit
y Hall. I started reading the first article and by the second paragraph I was wincing. The Tribune mentioned Gareth and Jace, as well as the Salty Dog, and included not just the fine for the orgy but also their application for a sex license. After that it was just a summary of how long it had been since any new Elves had been sighted and mentioned my Mother by name, indicating she had been unavailable for comment. Ouch.

  The Tribune and Chronicle had all opted to use a serious picture of the seven of us standing on the courthouse steps, Cursed and Owen holding open the doors while Jace and Gareth flanked me and Amras stood just to my left and slightly behind me. My face was framed against Kit wrapped about my neck, and I looked slightly shell shocked. The men looked grim and uneasy. Anyone looking at the picture could see that we did not want to be photographed. The Times photographer must have caught the snapshot just after Kit had told his horrid joke, because in that picture I was smiling, while the men ranged from chagrin to shock. I wasn’t certain which picture I disliked more.

  I flipped the papers to the end of the bed and asked, “So how bad was it last night?”

  Jace used a fork and speared a piece of sausage, which he held out for me. “Not too bad considering the Salty Dog angle wasn’t released in yesterday afternoon’s paper. But it did make the evening news and they’ve been running it nonstop all morning.”

  I groaned and chewed a piece of scrambled egg. “Have we heard from my Mother yet? Or has Mi been by?”

  Gareth pushed back the hair from my face. “No we haven’t heard from either of them. But this evening’s attendees made sure they let us know they will expect the meeting to go forward, they just aren’t very happy with us.”

  “Actually I think they are more curious than mad,” Jace commented. “Never a good sign when dealing with this group.”

  I chewed and thought about it. “What time is the meeting?”