Dragon's Magic

by Sophie Stern

“Can you help me think about something else, Reece?”

  “What kind of things do you want to think about, pretty girl?”

  “Anything else.”

  “Good things?”

  “Naughty things.”

  “Oh, princess,” he grins. “I’m an expert when it comes to naughty things.”

  He stands up, grabs my hand, and pulls me to my feet.

  “Come on, baby.”

  Chapter Eight

  Reece

  The second floor of Wilson’s house is traditionally beautiful. With vintage furniture and lovely paintings hanging on the walls, it’s no wonder that Sabrina seems to be a little overwhelmed with everything. I was, too, when I first arrived at his home.

  I hold her hand and lead her up the stairs and down the hallway. We walk past several paintings and rooms, but we finally arrive at my bedroom.

  “You have separate rooms,” she says.

  “Well, he and I aren’t lovers,” I point out. “Although we did both love sharing you last night.”

  “I liked it too,” she blushes.

  “Tell me, Sabrina. Was that your first threesome?”

  “Nope,” she shakes her head. “But it was my first one like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “That was magic, Reece. Pure and simple magic.”

  “I felt it, too.”

  “It’s cheesy, but it was everything that I wanted and needed and then it was just so much fucking more.”

  “It’s not cheesy to know what you want or to go after it.”

  “It is when you’re me.”

  She’s speaking like she doesn’t know just how fucking lovely she is. What happened to all the confidence and bravado she had last night? That’s what I’m wondering. Sabrina knows me very well, but I’m well aware of the fact that as my therapist, she’s kind of a closed book to me.

  Well, we have all day.

  All of that changes now.

  “What does that mean?”

  I lead her into the room, and we walk over to the bed. I sit down, but she stays on her feet. She crosses her arms over herself in a silent shield, but that’s not what I want. Sabrina has been guarded for a very long time. This is supposed to be a safe place where she can let those shields down.

  “I mean, sometimes life can be pretty scary, Reece.”

  “I think I’m aware of this,” I say drily.

  “There are things about me that you don’t know,” she says.

  “Do you want to tell me about it?”

  “No,” she says, and I honestly feel a little hurt at first. I shouldn’t because she doesn’t owe me anything. She owes me nothing. She doesn’t owe anyone a single thing. Being her lover doesn’t make me entitled to her private thoughts or trauma. “But I will anyway,” she says.

  “Why’s that? You don’t have to.”

  “I trust you, Reece.”

  “You have no idea what that means to me.”

  “Oh,” she smiles. “I think I do.”

  “Come here while you tell me,” I murmur. I motion for her to come to the bed and she basically throws herself at me. We tumble backwards onto the comforter and lay with her on my belly. She rests her head against my chest. It’s very comfortable and very heart-warming to me. This is exactly what I was hoping for today. This is exactly the kind of intimacy I want with her. I want all of this and so much more.

  “I was married,” she says, and I stiffen.

  Married?

  Really?

  I had no idea.

  I’ve never been married before. I suppose I never met the right person. I thought about it many times, but I never took the leap. I never regretted it, either. Something always held me back from proposing.

  Now that I know, Sabrina, though, the idea of marriage seems...within reach. My inner-tiger has always longed for a mate and although I’ve considered asking people to marry me before, it always felt just a little bit wrong.

  It always felt just not quite right.

  With her, it feels more right than I could possibly imagine.

  My tiger hums as she speaks, desperate to know more.

  “I know this is weird,” she says. “But...Reece, will you shift? I think it will be easier to talk about if I know you can’t say anything.”

  For her?

  Anything.

  “I’ve never shifted in front of you before.”

  “Are you nervous?”

  “A little.”

  “Afraid I won’t like you?”

  “On the contrary,” I smile. “I think you’ll like the tiger version of myself a little too much and you won’t want me to change back.”

  “Impossible,” she laughs.

  “Okay, scoot back.”

  She slides off of me and climbs off the bed. She moves backward as I strip off my clothing. She’s still naked from our antics last night, but I got up early, made coffee, dressed, and just thought about what changes we’re going to see in our relationship.

  Once I’m naked, I close my eyes. The beds in Fablestone are sturdy and designed for shifters. Well, maybe not dragons. Those of us who aren’t blessed with wings are fine shifting inside, though. Me included. I haven’t even told Wilson this, but sometimes, when things get to be too much to bear, I’ll shift and sleep in my tiger form. Sometimes it’s just easier to deal with things when I’m a big, magnificent creature.

  Sometimes being a cat makes dealing with my pain easier than remaining in my human gentleman form.

  Think shifting thoughts.

  I’ve shifted in front of other people before, but never her.

  Never Sabrina.

  There’s a part of me that’s wildly insecure about this gesture. What’s going to happen to us? What’s going to happen when I do this? What secret is she going to drop on me?

  Sabrina doesn’t seem like the cheating type, so I don’t think she’s going to tell me that she’s still married or that what happened last night was the result of unfaithfulness.

  No, I think what she has to say is something else.

  And I think I need to be ready.

  Finally, my body relaxes enough for the change to take place. My hair disappears and is replaced with thick, wonderful fur. My hands vanish and in their place are big, heavy paws. Within seconds, my man body is gone and I’m just a tiger.

  I’m just me.

  I’m just sprawled on the bed.

  And oh, Sabrina doesn’t seem to mind the way I look at all.

  She smiles as she walks over to me. I’m not sure what to expect from her. It’s one thing to shift in front of somebody in general, but this? This is wildly erotic and intimate. My body wants her. My heart, too. I know she wants both me and Wilson, as well, and she’ll have us. She can have everything we have to offer her.

  Sabrina comes over to the bed and climbs up beside me. She pets my head gently, and then she lies down next to me and just looks at me.

  “Pretty kitty,” she murmurs, and she traces her fingers over my paw. The affection she has to offer is a wonderful reward for me. For a long time in Fablestone, I felt broken.

  Lost.

  Unwanted.

  She manages to make me feel like I’m not a total fuck-up.

  Sabrina does that.

  Somehow, when she sees the good in me, it makes me see the good in myself, and that’s a wonderful feeling.

  “I was married before,” she repeats again. “But I’m not now.”

  I listen carefully, wondering where this is going.

  Did her partner die, like Wilson’s did?

  Did her spouse walk away from their relationship?

  Was Sabrina caught off guard?

  Was she the one that left?

  “I was married for two years,” she says. “And we had a very long and very wonderful romance. Everything was special. Perfect,” she tears up. “And then one day, it wasn’t.”

  I want to ask her what happened.

  I want to ask her where this guy is so I can b
eat him up.

  Every protective instinct wells up inside of me and a little growl escapes.

  “You want to talk,” she chuckles. “That’s why I asked you to shift.” She shakes her head. “Sometimes it’s easier to talk when nobody can say anything.”

  We’re silent for a minute. She gathers her thoughts, keeps touching my paw, and then she tries again.

  “My wife left me,” she says.

  Wife?

  “We were high school sweethearts and I thought the hardest thing we’d ever have to deal with was the fact that we weren’t straight,” she shakes her head. “Nope.”

  Now Sabrina does start to cry.

  She’s not a quiet crier, either.

  She sobs loudly, unbearably loudly, and I can’t handle it a second longer.

  I shift back, and I pull her into my arms.

  “It’s going to be okay,” I tell her.

  “Hey, you said you would shift.”

  “What happened, Sabrina?”

  “She left me, Reece.”

  “She messed up.”

  “She said I was worthless.”

  “She lied.”

  “She found someone better.”

  “Impossible,” says a voice from the doorway, and we turn to see Wilson standing there.

  “I didn’t even hear you come in,” she whispers, and he strides across the room, yanks her up off the bed and into his arms, and kisses her very, very deeply.

  “There is no one better than you, Sabrina. Not a single fucking person.”

  Then he kisses her again.

  And again.

  And again.

  Chapter Nine

  Sabrina

  It hurt to say it out loud.

  It hurt to remember.

  Maybe it shouldn’t have, but it did.

  “It still hurts,” I tell Wilson, pulling away.

  “I know.”

  He lost someone, too.

  He lost everyone.

  “Does it ever stop hurting?”

  “Never,” he tells me.

  “You could have at least lied to me.”

  “I will never lie to you, Sabrina. I won’t be a perfect man. I won’t pretend that I will. I can tell you this, though: I will never, ever mislead you.”

  “Sometimes it feels like my heart is too broken to ever be useful,” I whisper.

  It’s something I’ve never told anyone. It’s a secret: my secret.

  Being a therapist has its pros and cons. The biggest pro is that I get to help people realize they can heal. The biggest con is that I don’t ever do any healing myself. Sometimes things happen to me and I just cling to them like they’re some sort of lifeboat, but they aren’t.

  None of this is okay.

  I shouldn’t be dwelling.

  Not at all.

  “Sabrina, I’m not going to tell you that the pain disappears, but I can tell you that over time, you can learn to deal with the pain.”

  “We were together for so long,” I tell him. “We met in high school, dated in college, and then we got married.”

  “Sweetheart, she wasn’t right for you. Anyone that treats you like you aren’t important isn’t right for you.”

  “And we’re both here for you,” Reece says. He climbs off the bed and joins us. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, covering me with his warmth. “We can’t ever replace what you lost, baby, but we can help heal your wounds.”

  “We can remind you that you’re perfect,” Wilson agrees.

  “And lovely.”

  “And the best thing to ever walk through our front door.”

  “You flatter me,” I whisper.

  “We’re going to do a lot more than that, if you’ll have us,” Wilson says.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Haven’t you felt it?” Reece asks.

  “I have,” Wilson says.

  “Felt what?”

  “Sabrina, you’re our mate,” Reece tells me, as though it’s the simplest thing in the world. He says it as though he’s telling me his birthdate or like he’s listing off the hours a particular store is open.

  Mate.

  They think I’m their mate.

  “Not every shifter has a mate,” I whisper.

  “Most of us do, though,” Wilson says.

  “But...both of you?”

  “It’s not unheard of,” Reece points out.

  “No,” I shake my head. “It’s not.”

  But it’s a lot to cope with, to deal with. It’s a lot to throw on one little doctor all at once. I don’t know if I’m ready to love anyone, much less two someone’s. Last night was fun, sexy, and wonderful.

  Was it something that can last forever?

  Isn’t it kind of soon to know this?

  But I’m a human, and I know that I view things differently than the shifters do. In the world of shifters, when you find your mate, you know. Sometimes it’s just by looking at them. Sometimes your inner-animal goes wild. Sometimes you know when you first kiss them or smell them or taste them.

  Sometimes it’s after a night of wild lovemaking.

  Sometimes it’s when you realize you simply cannot live without them.

  “I don’t know,” I whisper.

  “You don’t have to give us an answer right now,” Wilson says with a shrug. “I know it’s a lot to take in.”

  He’s not pressuring me.

  There’s no pressure here.

  Why does that make me like him even more?

  “You don’t seem rushed,” I point out.

  “Sweetie, we believe you’re our mate. In our minds, we have all the time in the world. Literally,” Reece kisses my neck, and just like that, I’m ready to stop talking. I’m ready to let our bodies do all of the hard work. I’m ready to take things to the next level.

  “Reece,” I whisper. “I didn’t get to feel your cock in my pussy last night.”

  “Is that what you want, princess?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then who am I to deny you?” He asks. “Up on the bed.”

  He smacks my bottom lightly and I scurry to climb up on the very big bed in the center of the room. It’s more than big enough for three, four, or even five people. Seriously, nobody knows how to make a bed the way shifters do. I sit down on my bottom and awkwardly look at them both.

  What now?

  “Get on your hands and knees,” Wilson says, directing me. “Pussy toward us. I want to see that sweet body, Sabrina.”

  Blushing, I do as he says, turning around so my bottom and pussy are facing them, and I’m facing the opposite direction.

  “Fucking perfect,” Reece murmurs.

  “Lovely,” Wilson agrees.

  One of them reaches out and touches me, sliding a finger over my lips.

  “Already wet,” Wilson says.

  “Then it’s time to get started.”

  Chapter Ten

  Reece

  She looks beautiful this way: ready and waiting. Fuck if my cock isn’t hard just looking at her sweet pussy. I climb up behind Sabrina on the bed and nudge my cock at her entrance. She groans, but I don’t slide inside of her just yet.

  “I think she needs a cock in her mouth,” I tell Wilson. “To warm her up.”

  “Good idea,” he says. “I’ve been wanting to know what my dick will look like sliding between those sweet lips.”

  Sabrina groans in response, and I chuckle. Yeah, our girl loves sex just as much as we do, and she loves the way we’re talking dirty about her.

  Wilson goes on the opposite side of the bed and kneels in front of Sabrina.

  “Go easy on me,” he says jokingly, and she just smiles. She takes his cock all the way in her throat, and he groans at the sensation.

  “Not a lot of foreplay,” I murmur. “Let me make it up to you, princess.”

  I don’t slide my cock inside of her. I know she wants me to. She keeps grinding back against me, but she needs to wait. She needs to come first. I reach be
tween her legs and start stroking her pussy softly at first, and then faster.

  “Once you come for me, Sabrina, then you can have my dick. Not before.”

  “She can’t speak right now,” Wilson says. “But I think that noise she just made means she’s on board.”

  “Good,” I murmur, stroking her faster and faster. I rub her clit over and over. It’s not long before she’s pulsing against my hands, coming hard and fast and quick. It’s only her first orgasm of the evening, but it makes her even more wet. Now her lips are soaked, and when I rub my cock against her pussy again, she pushes back against me, taking me inside of her.

  The sensation is fucking thrilling.

  Being inside Sabrina is hotter than I ever thought possible. Oh, I would be lying if I said I’d never thought about my doctor this way, but damn if it’s not even better than I hoped. She’s got a tight, fantastic pussy that she’s grinding harder and faster on me. I hold perfectly still as she fucks herself with my cock. Wilson’s dick is still in her mouth, too.

  And it’s lovely.

  Beautiful.

  Fantastic.

  “How do you like having two cocks inside of you, baby?” I ask.

  She pulls off of Wilson long enough to look over her shoulder at me, and she fucking winks at me.

  “Oh, I like it just fine,” she says.

  “Hey,” Wilson whines. “No talking,” he laughs and rubs his cock against her cheek until she turns back to him and slyly grins.

  “Don’t worry,” she whispers. “I haven’t forgotten you.”

  She starts teasing him again with her tongue. This time, she slides her tongue up and down the sides of his cock. She makes him wait for it. She makes him want it. She makes him desire it.

  She’s definitely taunting him a little, but Wilson is super into it, and to be honest, so am I. This is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m not going to do anything to screw this up because it’s much too amazing.

  She licks his cock over and over before finally taking it all in her mouth again. He slides down her throat and when he looks over at me, I can see just how much this is affecting him.

  Wilson hasn’t had an easy life.

  None of us has.

  Our worlds have collided in all of the worst ways. We’ve been hurt, tortured, and broken. We’ve been lost. We’ve seen terrible things, but now we all get to be part of something wonderful.