“I just want to be here when you finish her. I want to see her face, and yours, when you understand what it’s like to be a dragon’s lover.”
“She’s not all dragon, is she?” he asked, still tormenting me with his fingers. “She sure fucking feels human.”
“Her true shape is human, but she has four other aspects. Don’t you, Deva? Dragon is only one of them, but that’s what’s driving her now.”
He held my knee against his hip, his body so close I could feel the heat of his own need. With his free hand, he cupped my cheek and bent to kiss me.
When our mouths met, Bodhi’s touch changed, becoming less exploratory and more direct. He found my clit again, and I gasped against Rohan’s mouth at the pleasure that shot through my body when Bodhi began to stroke me in tiny, quick circles. He resumed teasing one nipple with his other hand while Rohan toyed with my other breast, gently kneading and tweaking my hard tip.
My body was awash in pleasure, and I was only vaguely aware of their two auras flaring around me, giving away their own urgent and growing desire. But Rohan was a dragon, and they always sought to draw pleasure from their partner first.
I let my head fall back against Bodhi’s shoulder and he bit my neck, sucking hotly at my skin as he pushed me higher and higher with his touch.
“Let me see you come, baby,” Rohan rumbled, his hand still at my cheek, his golden gaze fixed to my face.
“You’re close. I can feel it,” Bodhi murmured in my ear. “What’ll it take?”
He slipped his long fingers through my flooded channel and pushed two into me, fucking them deep with his thumb pressed to my clit. The penetration itself was all I needed, my clit already thrumming from the surge of my climax when he resumed his light, circular strokes.
“Yes, that. Oh, yes!” I reached behind me, clutching at his neck, riding his hand while he drew pure ecstasy from my core with his steadily fucking fingers.
Rohan kept my face turned to his, eyes bright as he watched me fall apart under Bodhi’s touch. The pleasure blasted through me like an explosion, light flooding into Rohan’s palm from my skin as the power passed into him.
Behind me, Bodhi let out a soft grunt of surprise, tilting his head to stare enraptured at where he touched my flesh. His hands glowed, the magic channeling through his arms as it pulsed from my body. I could have pushed more of my reserves into them both, but was too shaky and limp from my waning orgasm.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” Bodhi whispered, releasing his hold on me and holding up his hands. They still glowed with faint prismatic light, one of them glistening from my juices.
Rohan’s nostrils flared and he grabbed Bodhi’s wrist, pulling his hand to his mouth. With a swipe of a long, forked tongue, he gathered my juices from Bodhi’s fingers, then sucked one finger into his mouth, eyes drifting closed.
Bodhi groaned, his erection digging hard into my back. “I thought the nymphs were the ones all about bodily fluids.”
Rohan chuckled. “Their power requires it, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t love the taste. Ambrosia.” He pushed Bodhi’s hand toward his own mouth and Bodhi opened, sucking me off his thumb.
The sight renewed a recent craving and I turned, sliding down Bodhi’s body to kneel between his legs once more. I had his pants unfastened and his rigid cock in my hand within seconds, stroking his hot, velvet length as I peered up at him.
“Your turn?” I asked.
“God, yes.”
He cupped my head in one hand as I took him in my mouth, sliding my lips over his length and down as far as I could go. With a low groan, he threaded fingers into my hair, and when I pulled back, Rohan’s fingertips grazed my cheek in a silent acknowledgment of his approval.
He moved in a little closer, legs straddling my body as he grabbed the hem of Bodhi’s shirt and pulled it up over his head. When he leaned in and grabbed Bodhi by the back of the head, Bodhi tensed. Rohan’s lips were inches from his.
“Is kissing dudes a dragon thing?” Bodhi asked, voice quavering.
“Kissing everyone is a dragon thing. We are equal opportunity lovers. And I’d like to taste your Nirvana from your lips when she draws it from you.”
I kept up my rhythmic sucking, savoring the salt-sage flavor that had taunted me earlier, and toyed with Bodhi’s balls as I waited for him to give in to Rohan.
Rohan shifted to the side, releasing Bodhi and leaning against the railing, still close enough that their hips touched. “Your choice. I only need to be in contact to share the magic when you release it. We can hold hands instead, if that’s easier for you.”
I slowed my stroking and slipped my mouth off Bodhi’s cock, still gently sliding one hand up and down his thick length.
“He’s a good kisser,” I said.
Bodhi looked down at me, an agonized expression clouding his face. “I don’t doubt that. I’ve just never kissed another dude before.”
“He’s not just another dude. He’s a dragon.” I gave him a perplexed look, confused about his reluctance. Of all the relationships I’d observed, none of the males were hesitant with their affections this way.
I lifted my brows and he shot an uncertain look at Rohan.
“I think she might not let you come until we do,” Rohan said, noting my slowing strokes.
I darted out my tongue and traced a teasing lick along the small opening at Bodhi’s tip. Bodhi looked down at me and cursed, his cock kicking in my hand.
“All right,” he breathed, turning back to Rohan with a fearful look. “For her.”
Rohan winked at me and looked at Bodhi. Just before he leaned in, I heard him say, “For now.”
When their lips met, I wrapped mine around Bodhi’s shaft again, drawing him into my mouth while I kept my gaze tilted up to watch them.
Rohan was gentler than he’d been with me, but he knew I wasn’t a fragile human. Yet it only took a slow, sensual moment of their lips pressing together before Bodhi opened up with a groan of pure, unadulterated desire. His hips bucked into my touch and he twisted his torso to reach for Rohan’s shirt.
A deep laugh rumbled from Rohan’s chest when Bodhi stripped him, then dragged him in for another kiss. He thrust his hips in rhythm with my strokes and sucks, quicker now that Rohan’s hand was on his chest, caressing up and down his abdomen and across his smooth pecs and nipples. Bodhi’s entire torso was decorated with elaborate tattoos depicting an enormous tree, the ocean and sky, birds and fish, and somehow it seemed perfectly fitting when he jerked and groaned and his salty flavor hit the back of my throat.
I slipped off him and delicately wiped my lips, but the pair were still locked in an embrace, Bodhi’s arm hooked around Rohan’s waist while they continued to kiss.
After a moment I stood and watched, gratified by the healthy glow of their auras, despite the damage they carried within. They couldn’t heal each other, but they could ease the pain.
But then Rohan’s soul dimmed and the slow trickle of power from his wound began to flow more swiftly than before. He buckled as though his legs couldn’t hold his weight, but Bodhi caught him.
“Whoa, I didn’t think I could have that effect. What’s up, man?”
Rohan had gone pale, his aura guttering dangerously and his skin rippling with the threat of his scales.
“Hurts . . .” he murmured, pressing a fist to his midsection. “Deva . . .” He gave me a pleading look.
I turned and leaned over the railing, looking down into the yard. The song had stopped, but Gus and Susannah were still down in the front, snuggled up together on a small bench. The hounds were nowhere to be seen, but when I turned again, the one with the blaze on his face was perched several yards away on the peak of the roofline, watching.
I went to Rohan, slipping my arm around his waist to hold him up.
“Let’s lay him down. The hound that bit him is drawing from him again. His soul is bleeding more than before.”
Bodhi tucked himself back into his jeans and nodded,
helping me lower Rohan to the blanket. “What do we do?”
“Sing to him,” I said. “And we keep giving him energy the other way too.”
Rohan’s wan expression perked up at that. “I’ve got a dose for you first,” he said, darting a suggestive glance to his crotch.
Bodhi laughed. “Guess he’s not too sick to beg for a BJ. How about I sing while you take care of him? You said my bloodline has turul magic, right?”
“Go for it,” I said. I narrowed my eyes at Rohan. “You’d better really need this.”
“I need you, Deva. Always.”
26
Rohan
I would’ve been so fucking lost without this woman, and it wasn’t just because of that damn bite on my soul. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it draining me dry. The creature that had bitten me was sucking every last drop of meaning from my life, and she was the only thing left that could give me any.
I just didn’t understand what the hell was holding her back. Sure, she was easy with her affections—she was part dragon, and physical intimacy wasn’t difficult for us—but she had locked her heart away for some reason I didn’t understand, especially since she’d only been in the world for a year. How had she become so closed off from love in such a short time?
I didn’t really need her to suck me off—I had honestly hoped that Bodhi would lose a few more of his inhibitions and offer. He had the aura of a virgin, even though he’d touched Deva and made her come like a master. Women weren’t a mystery to him by any stretch, but men were, and I sensed a deep curiosity in him that I’d have loved to explore. It was almost more fun teasing him than Deva.
She wasn’t any more experienced; I could tell by the uncertainty that had flooded her aura yesterday just before she’d wrapped her fingers around my dick. It had faded the second I slipped my tongue into her pussy and started devouring her like my life depended on it.
My life did depend on it. And having a woman as fearless about testing her skills as she was gave me every confidence I would survive.
Nothing seemed to frighten her except the idea of a permanent bond. I’d seen it in her eyes that morning when Llyr had proclaimed that he was her mate, despite there being none of the telltale threads of power between their auras to indicate such a bond. I’d seen it again just now when I’d said I was hers.
It almost seemed like she didn’t believe she was worthy of my love. But Sweet Mother, with a heart as giving as hers, she was worth so much more.
She opened my jeans and pulled them all the way off, taking her sweet time while Bodhi watched from beside me. He casually sang along to the new song Keagan played downstairs, and the music helped ease the ache in my belly, but wasn’t as effective as Deva had been. The feel of her lips wrapped around my cockhead made me forget the ache entirely.
She worked me slowly at first, slicking my entire shaft with her tongue until I was coated in her saliva, then wrapping both hands around me and taking me into her mouth as deeply as she could. I let out a rough gasp at the sensation of my tip hitting the back of her throat. She braced herself, then took me even deeper.
Sweet fuck, I almost yanked her up and hauled her on top of me so I could bury my cock in that delicious cunt of hers, but something stopped me. The day before I’d been all about tasting her—tasting Keagan on her, to be more specific. The idea of fucking her hadn’t crossed my mind.
But now I knew how special she was—how fucking young she was—and while her age wasn’t really that big a hang-up for me, I was far more terrified of what would happen if her dads found out. She certainly had a handle on what she wanted.
My train of thought derailed in favor of focusing on the sensations invoked by Deva’s mouth. She’d shifted down a little, and now those glorious breasts were pressed against my balls. She needed to get rid of that damn dress. It didn’t fit her anyway.
Soon the rhythm of her sucking merged with both the tempo of the song and the pounding of my pulse. I stared at Bodhi’s aura, wondering why the hell it mattered that I could tell he was twenty-five, yet when I looked at Deva’s, she was ageless. I couldn’t reconcile her true age with what I saw, and I wasn’t about to fuck the girl when she confused me so damn much.
But goddamn, I was perfectly happy to empty my balls into her sweet mouth.
When she sat back and wiped her lips, she was glowing, but not nearly as much as she would have been, had I been at full power. I knew the magic passed through me instead of drawing on my own well when I gave up my Nirvana, but its potency depended on my strength as much as how turned on I was when I came.
I sat up and kissed her before she could lose the taste of me. She kissed me back with a cute little moan.
“How do you feel?” she asked when we broke apart. Her gaze dropped to the center of my abdomen where that unholy cold, aching pull originated, like an ethereal icicle being dragged through my chest. It had eased enough for my strength to return a little, but hadn’t disappeared the way it had for most of the afternoon and evening.
“Better. But I’d be twice as good if you were naked,” I said, reaching for the hem of her dress and pulling it up.
“Amen to that,” Bodhi said.
I tossed a look over my shoulder at him. “Then you’re going to make her come again, yeah?”
His gaze went molten and his aura lit up like the sun. “My pleasure,” he rumbled.
“No, if I take this thing off I’ll never get it back on again!” Deva protested, pushing my hands away.
“Who cares? You look better naked anyway.”
I pulled her dress higher to the sound of her infuriated giggles as she raised her hands. The dress caught at her shoulders and made a ripping sound.
“Shit! Stop! This is Evie’s dress. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“I’ll buy Evie a new fucking dress,” I said.
“What am I going to wear if this rips? Your stupid t-shirt? Again?”
“I’ll loan you something,” Bodhi said. “Or Mom will. She’s your size.”
I had her half out of the dress, the waistband lodged around her armpits and not budging. Fuck this shit.
I drew on what little power I had and summoned a single talon. Bodhi let out a grunt of surprise, his eyes wide when I sliced through the offending fabric and the dress slipped off.
Deva gave me an irritated look. “You didn’t have to destroy it.”
“I did if I wanted this,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back down on top of me.
She fell into my embrace, letting out a little sigh laced with sadness that should have had no place in this moment.
“Ro, you shouldn’t have used your magic,” she chided.
“Then top me off, baby.” I shot a look at Bodhi. “Your turn. Get naked and get down here.”
He licked his lips at the sight of the curvy beauty sprawled across my chest. I slipped my hands down her back and over the full, round swells of her ass cheeks. Deva turned her head and looked up at him, her eyes bright. She reached out and hooked her fingers into his open waistband, tugging until he laughed.
“He needs us, Bodhi. Until I can fix his soul, we have to give what we can.”
“This is what you meant when you called it a gift. I see now. I’m on it, but you might need to give me a few more minutes.”
She slipped off my chest and settled on her side facing him. “It’s a gift for you too,” she said, grazing her hand down his cheek.
Bodhi bent to kiss her before standing again. He slipped out of his jeans and tossed them aside, then opened the bench and hauled out a couple musty smelling blankets that he threw over us.
He slipped beneath the blankets beside Deva and she sank against him, accepting his kiss.
“You ready for more?” Bodhi asked, leaning back and looking down at her eagerly.
I slid a hand around her waist and cupped one breast, enjoying the way she leaned back against me, her warm, soft ass pressing into my pelvis. I wished I had the energy to get har
d again, but it just wasn’t in me.
“Make me come again, Bodhi. For Rohan.”
“Fuck Rohan,” he said with a glint in his eye. “This is for me.”
He bent and took one nipple in his mouth, and she gasped, twisting her torso enough to grab my head and force me down into a desperate kiss. I obliged, devouring her lips with abandon as I tracked Bodhi’s path down her body. He threw the blankets back and moved lower, pressing slow, sensual kisses down her stomach until he reached her smooth, bare mound, still shining in the moonlight from the remnants of her earlier orgasm.
He slowed, his movements even more languid and sensual when he pressed a kiss to the top of her slit. I hooked an arm beneath her knee, already fortified by the vibrant swell of her aura around me as I lifted her leg to give Bodhi easier access. His cock bobbed between his thighs, fully hard again.
When he dipped lower and pressed his lips over her spread folds, I dropped a hand to his shoulder to stall him.
“Take care of yourself too,” I said, nodding at his erection. “She’s like a conduit for magic. If you give it to her, she can give it to me.”
Bodhi’s gaze darkened and he nodded. Then he bent once again and captured her swollen clit between his lips, sucking until she cried out.
He dropped his hand to his cock as he delved into her fragrant flesh, stroking himself while he teased her with his tongue, savoring the sweetness every bit as much as I had the day before.
She was sustenance for me in more ways than one, and after seeing how each of the others responded to her, I had a feeling they’d become as dependent on her as I was, if they weren’t already.
27
Ozzie
A silhouette darkened the open door of the studio, and I stopped playing as Llyr stepped into the light. He had an inscrutable look, his eyes a placid aqua visible even at this distance.
I didn’t trust that look—the calm before a raging storm. I could conjure storms of my own, if he wanted to go at it. We’d find out who had the stronger element at their beck and call.
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