Fate's Fools Box Set

by Bell, Ophelia

  He’d probably never had another man suck him off, and even if Deva had done it the other night, she was too green to know how to blow a man’s mind. Not the way someone who actually had a dick knew how to deal with one. Of course, it wouldn’t take more than the mere thought of Deva’s lips to get most men off. We weren’t exactly complicated beasts.

  I also didn’t intend to get Bodhi off like this, but he didn’t need to know that yet. Like Deva, I wanted to make him beg to be fucked because as much as it was my fantasy being played out here, I wanted him to believe it was his too by the end of the night.

  He let out a grunt and tilted his hips up, meeting my downward stroke as I took him deep again. I cupped his balls with my free hand, tugging gently and squeezing to test his reactions. It wasn’t until I lightly juggled both orbs in my palm that he let out a curse and his cock spasmed between my lips.

  I eased off to let him catch his breath. “You still game? Because I’m not stopping with this if we keep going.”

  “Jesus Christ, I can’t even fucking think much less make decisions right now. I just need to fucking come.”

  “That’s gonna be a while, I’m sorry to say. You spend two years being a dragon’s fuck toy and you’ll acquire a taste for delayed gratification, trust me.”

  I leaned back and yanked his shorts down past his knees and all the way off.

  “You . . . wanna go into the tent or something?”

  “Are we going to disturb any neighbors?”

  “Nobody for miles.”

  I just grinned at him and grabbed the arms of the chair, jerking them up and pushing back to make it recline. Bodhi lifted up on his elbows, the low-slung seat only inches off the ground. He watched with not uninterested curiosity as I stood and lost my own shorts then dropped to my knees between his legs again. We had just enough clearance to keep the sand out of where it counted, but were still low enough to make this easy. I grabbed him behind the knees and pushed his legs wide while pulling him toward me. He braced his feet on either side of my hips and met me halfway, eagerly tilting his cock toward my mouth when I bent over him again, bracketing the base of his cock and balls with both hands, squeezing behind his sack and pressing my thumb against his perineum in a tight, hard stroke as I took him in my mouth again. He fell back and grunted out another curse, letting his knees splay wide and surrendering completely to my touch.

  This was what I needed—him in utter supplication with his legs spread, ready to take whatever I had to give.

  “Lube,” I said, keeping one thumb and forefinger encircled around the base of his shaft, right behind his balls. His tight hole was just exposed and begging for some attention, but I didn’t want to traumatize him. If the two of us were all we had, I wanted this to be good.

  “Cooler,” he blurted out.

  I lifted my eyebrows. “Interesting choice. You know how cold that’s going to be?”

  “Don’t fucking care,” he said, giving me a desperate look. He twisted his torso around and threw the lid of the big chest cooler open, then fished around in the half-melted ice until he produced a dripping bottle.

  Ice water splattered down his inked torso when he offered it to me. The cold would be a shock but might wind up being fun in the end.

  In the end. I chuckled to myself at my own little joke and flipped the cap open on the lube.

  “Brace yourself,” I said. Bodhi’s feverish gaze was fixed on his dick, his hands both white-knuckling the arms of the chair.

  I bent to give him one last, hot lick from base to tip before upending the bottle of icy lube and squeezing.

  8

  Bodhi

  The liquor may have warmed me and the fire still blasted heat at us both, but Keagan’s body blocked most of it. When he turned the bottle of lube over and squirted it onto my dick like chocolate syrup over a sundae, I think something in my head snapped.

  The icy fluid didn’t do a damn thing to dampen my need. On the contrary, it felt like fire, tickling its way down the length of my hard cock. I made an unholy sound and lifted my hips up as the chilly trickle continued. I abstractly realized he was still squeezing the bottle over my balls and the liquid had begun to slip between my ass cheeks.

  The cold sensation didn’t last for long. Not with Keagan’s hands getting back to business, stroking my dick until I thought my head would explode. Then the hand cupping my slippery balls shifted and he probed my ass with one finger.

  I remembered the moment I’d first penetrated him the night before. How damn tight he’d been and how he’d needed a moment to ease into it, but I wanted to understand how it felt. Not because I owed it to him, but because everything else about this was so damn good. His mouth had been one thing—he knew his way around a dick—but his slow, methodical stroking and the reflection of the campfire off my shiny dick lulled me into an odd state of focus where all that mattered was perpetuating that feeling of complete surrender and trusting that he’d deliver.

  I shifted my hips a little lower until my ass was at the very edge of my seat. Then I pulled my legs wide, propping my heels up on the arms.

  Keagan’s heavy brows drew together and he licked his lips, as if the sight of me like this had him as turned on as I was. Glancing down my torso I saw his stiff cock bobbing gently between his legs.

  Just as I was eyeing the length of him and starting to have doubts, his finger breached my barrier. He worked it into me, the sensation pleasant and curiously stretching. Then he pulled out and teased two fingers around and around my hole while he kept slowly stroking his other hand over my lube-coated cock and balls. When he pushed those two fingers into me, I jerked at the startling sensation of pleasure that greater stretch provided. But when he fucked them deeper, it was like a switch flipped, throwing me full-bore into pleasure mode.

  My rational mind was on board, somewhere in the background with the words, “I think he just found my prostate,” but the rest of me was too far gone already to care about anything besides not letting him stop. I think I must have yelled or something because he was hovering over me, one hand braced on the cooler beside my head while his other was still between my legs. He kissed me rough, groaning into my mouth while he finger-banged my ass. His hot dick rubbed against my thigh and somewhere that rational voice wanted to tell him not to forget to lube himself up.

  I didn’t need to worry, of course. Keagan was on top of things, not just on top of me.

  He fell back onto his heels, breathing heavily. “We can’t do this here. Too precarious. Too much sand. Get into the tent.”

  When I sat up he hadn’t moved yet, his face an inscrutable mask. His hands flew to my cheeks suddenly, sticky with lube but desperate, pulling me into a kiss that perfectly embodied every wayward emotion I’d had the last few days. But those emotions of his weren’t about me any more than mine were about him. The only common thread we had was why we were so damn lost.

  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, slipping off the chair to straddle his thighs where he knelt in front of me. His bare, hot cock pressed against mine and I reflexively arched my hips into him, remembering the pleasure of the friction we’d found together in the shower.

  Tearing my mouth from his for only a moment, I grabbed the lube and squeezed it over us both, slicking cold, slippery fluid all over his dick and mine, and stroking. His hands went to my ass, squeezing and parting my cheeks until his fingers shoved deep into me again, making me grunt in surprise.

  “Think you can take me now?”

  I almost shuddered at the mind-blowing pleasure of just his fingers doing whatever they were doing inside my ass. “N-not in the tent?” I managed to blurt out, a deep groan tagging onto the last word.

  “Don’t fucking think I can wait,” he gritted and latched onto my mouth again.

  “Now or never,” I said against his mouth, lifting up on my knees, my cock grazing his belly as I tilted toward him. The soft hair of the dark trail down the center of his bas aligned perfectly with my shaft, tickling th
e underside. I shifted sideways just enough to grab his cock in one hand, drizzle more lube on his head, and shift it past my balls and between my cheeks where his fingers had just vacated, leaving me aching for the return of that pleasure.

  I got as much as his thick head inside me before the stretch became too much. Blood rushed to my head and I grunted, confused by the conflict of pleasure and pain and almost ready to cry uncle.

  Keagan’s hands went to my jaw again. “Look at me, dude. Relax and just ease into it. It’ll be so fucking good once you relax, I promise. You fucking threw me here, getting on top. But you’ve got all the control so don’t fucking waste it.”

  “Distract me,” I said, giving him a pained look. I’d never been one to quit at anything I set my mind to and wasn’t about to back out of this either.

  He looked to the side for a second as if gathering his focus and let out a low chuckle. “Fine but don’t torture me too long, all right? You’re already blowing my fucking mind right now.” He bent his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, biting lightly. The sensation startled me enough that my ass unclenched and he sank in a little deeper. We both cursed at the change in sensation.

  “How many times have you done this?” I asked.

  “Enough to know you’re about to have the best fucking orgasm of your life if you can let me the fuck inside you.” He said, nipping at my other nipple and swirling his tongue around it before tracing the line of my tattoo back around to the other side.

  “Not what I meant,” I said, biting the inside of my mouth and pushing harder on his cock until a little more was inside me. I reached between us, thinking he had to be at least halfway in, but most of him was still bare and nowhere close to making it in yet.

  “A lot. I bounced around between bachelor partners for years until my pilgrimage began. Maybe a dozen or so ursa males. Then pretty much stuck to human men until I met Ro. We all pretty much fucked nonstop.”

  He slipped a hand back under my ass, his fingertip lightly stroking around my poor, stretched hole, but it was strangely arousing. When he reached between us with his other hand and grabbed my cock, gravity got the better of me and I sank down a little farther. A slow flare of pleasure began to blaze deep inside, now that his cock had started to nudge that spot inside me. I wanted more, but it still fucking hurt.

  “J-just dudes,” I stuttered, struggling to keep hold of my sanity with his hand wrapped tight around my cock and his thumb stroking the underside of my balls with each pump.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” he growled. “Yeah, just dudes. Deva’s the only woman I’ve ever fucked. I bet her pretty little ass would take me easier than you are though.”

  The image his words incited made my cock pulse in his hand. I relaxed the tension in my thighs and pressed my forehead to his, panting as I eased down farther, determined to take him after that jab, and especially now that I had the visual of Deva’s perfect, smooth brown ass to encourage me. I may not ever get another taste of what was between her thighs, but I’d always have the memory of that night and how she’d come on my tongue more times than I could count. I’d never ventured beyond her pussy though—ass play hadn’t occurred to me, which seemed ludicrous now—and I kind of regretted it.

  “Fuck,” Keagan breathed when I sank down fully and involuntarily flexed, the sensation sending a jolt of combined pleasure and pain through my body. “Was it the thought of her ass that did it for you?” He looked up at me, his face shining with sweat and his brown eyes practically glowing from the reflected firelight.

  “The thought of seeing you take her like that,” I said, lifting up slowly, savoring the sensation of his cockhead as it grazed that sensitive bundle inside me again. “The thought of taking her too. Wishing I’d had a taste while I was going down on her.”

  “Fucking go wild, dude. Don’t hold back for a fantasy. She’s right here, right now, naked and ready for us both. She climbs on your cock first and sinks down . . .” He slid his fist along my length and I closed my eyes, fully invested in every sensation as the rhythm of his fist compelled me to lift up and sink back down on his dick again. “Then I spread her gorgeous ass open with both hands. I start by tonguing her, getting her good and sloppy wet, maybe spreading some of those juices from her sweet pussy up all around her hole, maybe I even suck on your balls a little while you fuck her. Then I take her hard and fast. I bet you’d be able to feel my dick while I’m in her ass and you’re in her pussy. We’d drive her wild together. Fucking wild.”

  The world went hazy, the pain all but gone as his hips rose up to meet my steady, quickening thrusts down. But in my head, I was buried in Deva’s tight snatch and Keagan was busy filling her up from behind. And if she felt anything like I felt just then, she’d be coming so fucking hard it’d make my dick hurt.

  Kegan let out an escalating roar that started as a low rumble in his chest. His hand went to my head, tangling in my hair and yanking me back as his mouth went to my throat. I was lost to the rhythm, still madly pumping up and down on his cock, so fucking close but not there yet. I chased the sensation, feeling nothing but the slide of his cock in and out past that bundle of pleasure he’d awakened inside me. His teeth sank into my neck and for a second I thought I felt claws instead of fingernails digging into both my ass and scalp from his hands gripping me tight.

  My body lurched with pleasure and a loud cry resounded around us, less growly and more human, and it took a second while my dick erupted with my orgasm before I realized it was my voice demanding that he fuck me harder. Suddenly he shoved in with one last hard thrust and his cock pulsed in my ass, his orgasm shooting deep.

  A pleasant sensation rushed through my limbs and for a moment, Keagan’s face seemed to glow with a greenish light that made no sense with the fire at his back. He gave me a lazy smile, blinking slowly as his gaze traveled down my body. “I think you might have some ursa in you too.”

  “You mean besides your giant dick?” I asked, easing off his lap with a wince and standing shakily.

  He stood, grabbed one of the damp towels hanging on the line I’d strung between my truck and a tree and wiped himself off, then wrapped the towel around his waist and pointed back down at the ground where we’d been tangled. Where our knees had pressed into the ground were two sets of glowing green impressions, like some kind of radioactive material had seeped into the earth right there. Where we’d knelt had been nothing more than bare, loamy sand. Now there were several patches of thick, green moss that glowed faintly from within.

  “Only ursa males can channel fertility magic into the earth like that. It’s how we’re made,” Keagan said. “It’s why we pair up, too. The females who hit their fertile period—their estrous—need at least a pair to help channel their excess magic. Gaia takes it back and we’re the ones who help give it to her. The new growth is a side effect.”

  “But last night . . . I don’t remember seeing anything like this in your bed.”

  “There’s probably some funky moss under the foundation of the house. It manifests close to the ground unless one of us is a Miteradoro, which we aren’t. Males don’t offload all that much magic, either.”

  “A Mitera . . . what?”

  “It means Gaia’s gift. Some male ursa can hold onto the power and use it the way females do. Mostly we just act as conduits though. Fertile power passes right through us.”

  I stared down at the strange green stripes on the ground that looked like a series of inverted exclamation marks. These creatures I’d found myself linked to still blew my mind, and not just in a sexual way. I’d been told I already had some turul in me, blood of the wind race that accounted for how musically inclined my family was. But ursa too?

  “Do you think I have more? Dragon? What’s the other race—Llyr’s kind?”

  “Nymphaea.” Keagan said, opening a fresh beer and settling back in his chair in nothing but the towel. “I wouldn’t be surprised, considering how much you fucking love the water, and how easy it was to get you
into bed—that could be a dragon trait or a nymphaea trait.”

  He tilted his head and regarded me. I wrapped another towel around my waist and sat. I’d enjoy the comfortable temperature near the fire for a little longer naked, but knew it’d get chilly once the fire died down.

  “And the ink,” he finally said. “You’ve got every element represented in that artwork all over you. I wouldn’t be surprised if something in your blood compelled you to get that design. Turn around.”

  I twisted in my chair until my back faced the fire and heard him stand and step toward me. His cool fingertips grazed the center of my shoulder blades, just beneath my neck. “The sun is the fire. Dragons’ manifestation of power.”

  “Am I like her, do you think?” I asked. “A little bit of everything?”

  “If you mean do I think you have all our powers, maybe. We don’t know what will happen to the members of the bloodline now that you’ve got a divine link. But we know you have a soul, so in that sense you’re not like her at all. If you didn’t, you’d have never been bitten and stuck feeling the way you do.”

  “I don’t know dude. I don’t think it was the bite that made me fall for her. I was already there before this happened.” I rubbed at the center of my chest where I could still sense the odd sensation of something missing. “Do you think that’s what happened to you? The bite made you want her?”

  He darted his gaze back to the fire and sat down again, nursing his beer without answering for several seconds.

  “It could’ve been me,” he finally said. “The morning we met in the music store I was so close to walking over and talking to her when she picked up this guitar to try out. But Ro was just a split second faster and that changed everything. Maybe because he was bloodline, maybe not. But no, I don’t believe it was the bite. I think just seeing her to begin with was all it took.”