Fate's Fools Box Set

by Bell, Ophelia

  My gaze flicked to his mouth and the coarse, dark stubble surrounding his lips. I abstractly wondered how he’d feel compared to Rohan, whose lips had been unbelievably soft, his face baby smooth. Keagan wouldn’t be soft or tender.

  When my gaze met his again, the desperation had magnified and his hand shot to the back of my head, yanking me down into the most heartbreaking kiss I’d ever experienced. The sound he made was almost a sob, and it dragged an equally desperate sound out of me.

  I fell on top of him, thrown off-balance by the surprising strength of his embrace. My hand met bare, hot skin and I slid it down his chest, instinctively knowing he ached for mindless pleasure as much as I did—anything to help forget the cold emptiness deep inside us.

  “Don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here,” I murmured when we broke away for breath. I hovered over him, hesitating at the edge of the sheet that covered his hips. “Deva said your kind pair up . . . two dudes together . . . so I thought . . .”

  “I know what the fuck to do, Bodhi, but we need to be naked. Both of us.”

  He yanked the hem of my t-shirt up and I tore it the rest of the way off, stomach quivering when I felt his fingers already at my waistband, tugging the buttons free and pressing at my hard-on in the process. I grunted when he reached inside and wrapped his hand around me, squeezing hard enough to make me see stars.

  The second I tossed my shirt aside, he sat up, slamming his mouth to mine again while he stroked my dick.

  I fumbled between us, wanting to return the favor, but before I could grab him, he pushed me away. “Pants off. Have you ever been fucked before?”

  I froze halfway off the bed, my ass reflexively tightening at the suggestion. I stared down at him, my hard cock throbbing and not making it any easier to process what was going on. We were two dudes about to fuck—of course one of us was going to be the fuckee.

  Keagan chuckled. “Guess I’m the bottom, then. There’s lube in the drawer.”

  He rolled over and clutched a pillow in his arms as I tried to come to terms with what had just happened. The sheet still covered him from the hips down, but he was just as intimidating from this angle as he had been while facing me. His shoulders were wide and bunched with tension, an immense tattoo of a gnarled desert tree spanning his entire back, the trunk covering the length of his spine. It was a Joshua tree, I realized, and I had a feeling its dark roots plunged even farther than his hips.

  And he wanted me to bury my root into his ass.

  Yet the idea didn’t turn me off in the least. I eyed him up and down while I kicked off my pants. When I leaned down to open the drawer, our eyes met again.

  “You good with this?” he asked. His voice was thick from his bout of crying, his eyes red-rimmed, but more eager now.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” I said.

  “Just go slow. It’s been a while for me.”

  I frowned as I fished around into the drawer for the bottle of lube, which was almost empty. I held it up and lifted an eyebrow at him.

  He rolled his eyes. “Ro and I . . . He’s usually in this position when we fuck.”

  “Ah. I didn’t know. I can try to . . . if you want.” I tried not to wince at the idea of taking his cock.

  “No.” He shook his head fervently. “I can’t be gentle, and you deserve someone patient enough to take it slow your first time. Besides, I need it different if it isn’t him. I need it like this.”

  We stared at each other for a beat, silently bonding over our shared pain. I finally nodded and climbed back onto the bed, straddling his legs with the sheet still between us.

  Keagan watched me over his shoulder, his dusky brown eyes reminding me of the color of Deva’s skin. That brought back the image of the night before when she was in my arms, coming undone with my fingers in her pussy.

  “Did you fuck her last night?” Keagan asked. His question made me jerk my gaze to his as I settled on the backs of his thighs, still hesitant to just dive in.

  “Deva?”

  “No, Mother-fucking-Theresa. Yes, Deva!” he snapped, though his eyes betrayed a hint of fear that I doubted had anything to do with what we were doing.

  “No. Rohan and I—we just made her come. A lot.”

  “Did you fuck Ro?” he asked, more curious than fearful this time.

  “Ah, no. No one fucked anyone last night. Except for kissing him once or twice, I am popping my dude cherry with you.”

  I flicked open the tip of the lube and tugged the sheet down Keagan’s ass, revealing a pair of bronze mounds completely devoid of a tan line like I had. Why that was a turn-on, I had no idea, but I was fucking fascinated by the perfectly uniform coloring of his skin.

  “You’re not like other human men,” he commented, turning to face the headboard again.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, gently sliding a hand across his lower back and down one bulky mountain of muscle. The man was built. He was intimidating even lying down on his belly. I wasn’t entirely sure how to begin, but I didn’t want to keep asking, so I figured I’d start slow and work up to it unless he told me different.

  I slipped my hand between his thighs, grazing the backs of his balls with my knuckles. He shifted one leg out from under me, pulling his knee wide and spreading himself without hesitation.

  “Most wouldn’t have adjusted to this change so easily.”

  “You mean realizing I might like sex with other men?” I asked, still not sure if I would like it, but my dick definitely wanted me to give it a shot.

  “No. With us—the higher races. I guess it must be a bloodline thing.”

  He let out a low grunt when my fingers roamed between his ass cheeks, exploring the soft skin around his opening. I teased back in the other direction and he lifted his hips into my touch. Moving my hand up again, I paused with my thumb right over his tight, puckered flesh and rubbed gently.

  “Fuck.” Keagan buried his face in the pillow and lifted his hips again.

  I knelt between his spread thighs, freeing his other leg so he could spread himself wider for me. The pulse in my dick pounded like a drum, but he’d said to take it slow. The man had just been ripped to shreds a few hours ago, so the fact that he was game to fuck amazed me.

  When he bent his knees and pulled them to the sides, it revealed his heavy balls and thick, stiff cock. I set the lube aside for the time being just to test my own resolve. My goal with any female partner was always to make it good for her. Why should being with a man be any different?

  I cupped his sac with one hand, trailing light caresses between his ass and the underside of his balls with the other. Then, more steadily than I felt I had a right to be, I gripped the base of his shaft and stroked along the length until I encountered his slick, wet tip. This was familiar territory at least, so I toyed with his dick the way I liked, still idly teasing his ass with my other hand.

  “Bodhi, if you’re ever gonna fuck me, you’d better do it or I’m coming in your hand.”

  “I will soon. I promise.”

  I picked up the lube again and tipped it over his cleft, his muscles spasming when the cool, clear fluid hit his hot skin. I caught the syrupy trail at his opening with my thumb and applied pressure.

  “Fuck yes,” he hissed, the words muffled by the pillow.

  I breached his opening with my thumb and slid inside. Releasing his dick, I used the other hand to grip one cheek and hold it wide while I teased two fingertips around his hole and then pushed into him, fucking gently and marveling at the sounds he made with each slow thrust.

  He took my fingers easily, but my own ass clenched, sure it wouldn’t be so easy were I to be on the receiving end. I had a feeling fucking him would pretty much guarantee he’d ask to me to return the favor at some point.

  When I had three fingers in him, I twisted them around and pushed a little deeper. My fingertips brushed a bundle deep along the front side of his channel and Keagan let out a yell, hands shooting out to grip the top of his headboard. He rose
up and pushed back.

  “Fuck me already!”

  I slipped my fingers out of his ass and quickly slathered lube all over my dick. Raising up on my knees, I positioned myself at his ass and pushed my tip in. Pleasure exploded just from that short penetration, and Keagan’s hips twitched forward as if he wanted to get away. I dug my fingers into his hip on one side to hold him still.

  “Thought you wanted this? I’m going slow like you asked, but you keep begging, so which is it?”

  He panted, sweat trickling down his back and his entire body quivering from strain.

  “You’re bigger than I expected,” he said, then chuckled. “Just give me a sec.”

  I waited a maddening moment, barely holding my shit together with just the tiniest bit of my dick clamped inside the vise of his ass. He took a deep breath, and slowly his tension eased. Reaching back, he found my hip and urged me closer.

  All sensation was centered in the length of my hard cock as I eased into him with his help. He pushed back while pulling me forward, each inch a study in agonizing pleasure until I was seated balls-deep in his ass. Then everything stopped and he dropped his head, still gasping for air like he’d run a marathon.

  “You good? Do I need to stop?” Please don’t fucking ask me to stop.

  “Getting lightheaded,” he murmured, and I registered his white-knuckled grip of the headboard. But when I began to retreat, he held tight to my hip with his other hand. “Don’t you fucking dare. Just help me down.”

  I wrapped an arm around his torso and eased us onto the bed, back to front. Each twist of our hips sent shocks of pleasure through my dick, and I ached to start fucking him.

  Lifting up on one elbow, I looked down at him. “You sure you’re up for this?” He nodded and grabbed my hand, guiding it to his thick erection.

  “Need to come,” he murmured, gaze fevered and glassy as he twisted to meet my eyes. “Fuck me.”

  “You got it.” I hooked a leg over his and braced it on the bed for leverage as I eased out and pushed back in again. At the same time, I began stroking his cock.

  Keagan rumbled a “fuck yes” of relief, then tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me down into a kiss. I kept stroking, increasing my tempo to meet the quickening push of his ass back into me. Within moments, the tightening cord of pleasure between us snapped like a guitar string, and we both groaned and writhed, completely lost. Nothing mattered but reaching that peak, and every moment of the climb there felt fucking amazing.

  As I stroked his cock, it was as though he’d become an extension of me, and our pleasure morphed from an individual experience to one we shared. Yet in my mind’s eye, I couldn’t help but picture Deva the way she’d come the night before, the way she’d tasted when Rohan’s low commands sent her over the edge, and the way her fingers had tangled and pulled at my hair in a way that was painful, yet I never wanted her to stop.

  As if responding to my own guilty fantasy, Keagan released my mouth and let out a roar as he covered my knuckles in hot, sticky cum. His ass tightened around me at the same time as he shoved back hard, taking me as deep as he could.

  The friction sent me flying, my cock erupting into him in a stream that seemed like it would never end. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was certain he’d called out a name, but it wasn’t mine. It wasn’t even Rohan’s.

  Again he called out, this time at a whisper. “Deva . . . Why the fuck do I see her face when I come?”

  He opened his eyes and stared at me as though I had an answer. I could only shake my head.

  “If you figure it out, let me know, because so do I.”

  32

  Deva

  Despite my conviction that I couldn’t let Rohan give so much to me, deep down, I longed to accept it. I no longer had the strength to resist that need, even though I dreaded the inevitable end to our brief connection.

  “Let me love you, Deva,” he whispered again and this time I sighed and sank back against his warmth.

  He held me close for several moments, caressing my arms while he pressed soft kisses to my neck and shoulder. My tears abated, giving way to a bittersweet contentment as I relaxed.

  Through the walls came the unmistakable noises of lovemaking, though the sounds were closer now, like they originated from Keagan’s room and not the guest room where I’d spotted Willem’s and Sandor’s auras earlier.

  I didn’t look, though my stomach twisted with longing despite my rational mind pushing forth a seed of hope that Bodhi and Keagan would be each other’s answers . . . that they would forge a bond to heal each other’s souls.

  I shouldn’t have wanted them for myself, yet I did. I wanted them all, but never in a million years could I let myself entertain the idea of actually having them, lest I doom them completely. If binding two souls was the answer, I could never be the one to heal them.

  Rohan’s offer of respite was all I had, and I turned around and clung to him, kissing him to try to fend off the rising panic that I’d be alone forever.

  He responded with equal fervor, moaning and cupping my face as he tasted my lips, teased his tongue between them, and took my mouth with a depth of feeling I’d never experienced outside my dreams. The kiss sparked an odd sense of déjà vu that lit my desire and fanned the flames. I suddenly wanted every ounce of whatever he had to offer.

  My skin flushed with a heat that didn’t abate even after he’d pulled my borrowed dress over my head, leaving me completely bare. His golden gaze traveled down my reclining body, flaring with light like the sun lived inside his soul and had chosen to bless me with her radiance. Then he stripped and settled between my thighs, face aligned with my sternum as he kissed and suckled my breasts, each lick making the need in my core coil even tighter.

  I arched up into him, tangling my fingers in his golden curls. Rohan’s eyes sparked again and his tongue transformed, twin forks flicking lightly over one of my dark nipples until the peak ached. He switched to the other, keeping his hands cupped around my breasts, before moving down my body, tickling and tasting my skin as he went.

  My core clenched in anticipation and I spread my legs. Rohan nuzzled my lower belly, drifting his lips and tongue in light, feathery passes around the top of my mound and along the junctures of my thighs. Each one made me hotter and wetter, and more impatient.

  “Ro, please,” I begged, tilting my hips toward his face.

  He stilled and gazed up at me. “I’m making love to you tonight, Deva. But I need the energy to do it. You know I need to tease you if I want more power.” He said it with such seriousness, but his eyes glinted with mischief. The Gold dragon inside him was alive and well.

  He bent his head and pulled my aching clit between his lips, sucking it for a glorious, but too-short second before he stopped and pressed an infuriatingly chaste kiss to the top of my cleft. Then he pursed his lips and blew, shimmering golden smoke billowing out and encompassing my entire pussy in a cloud of tingling magic. Every one of my nerves was suddenly ten times as sensitive, and the merest puff of breath sent my heat skyrocketing.

  “That’s right,” he said. “Fuck, your aura’s as bright as the sun right now. Are you ready to come?”

  “Please!” I yelled, and he pinched my nipples, sending a fresh jolt of want straight to my core.

  Swollen and drenched, I pulled my legs up, hoping to gain some relief by spreading myself more, but Rohan only continued to barely brush his lips up and down my sensitive folds.

  Gradually he added light flicks of his talented tongue, the twin tips grazing down either side of my clit before converging in the center and pushing into my hungry channel.

  “Yes!” I clutched at his head, pulling him against me as he began to fuck me with his tongue. He released my breasts and slipped his hands beneath my ass, groaning as he lifted me to his mouth.

  The tremors of my climax began before he’d slipped out and returned his tongue to my clit, flicking it in blindingly swift circles. His encouragement echoed in my mind:

/>   “Come for me, baby. Feed me that delicious power so I can make love to you the rest of the night.”

  I let go, ecstasy flooding through me as my aura burst and all that pent-up magic let loose. Tremors coursed through my body with each soft suckle of his lips on my clit, drawing out my orgasm. His body glowed when he finally lifted his head to spear me with a look of pure determination and lust.

  He crawled back up my body, his huge frame hovering over me. Our hips were aligned, his long, thick erection brushing against the cooling wetness of saliva and arousal coating my vulva. With a heated gaze, he tilted his hips, seating his broad tip at my opening. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him, giving in fully to my adoration of this man.

  At the very moment he sank into me, his almost incoherent message resonated in my mind. His intentions both elated and terrified me, because what he sought wasn’t possible. Was it?

  I should have pushed him away the moment I understood, but Sweet Mother, did I want what he ached to give me.

  Rohan braced himself on one arm, pulling back to look into my eyes. His other hand fell to my hip, then slid to cup my ass, pulling me rhythmically into his slowly rocking hips.

  I tried to pull him down to kiss me again, but he wouldn’t budge. “Look at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes. Will you sing for me, baby?”

  Sing? I shook my head, even as his request made the breath swell in my lungs and my mouth formed the sounds. But this position wouldn’t do for singing.

  I pushed and twisted, and Rohan rolled us until I was seated atop his hips, his glorious, rigid shaft buried deep inside me. Then I began to rock atop him to the rhythm of the song that flowed from my lungs, never once losing sight of his rapturous face.

  Halfway through, he sat up, still gazing at my face like a supplicant in worship. My breath caught and I wavered, partly from the deeper pleasure of our connection and partly from the fresh wave of longing that somehow this could last. Rohan filled in the emptiness with his voice, his deeper timbre taking over at just the right moment.