“I’d just as soon get ahead of it. Llyr said when it was the worst, you were as wild as a fevered nymph in full primal shift.”
I frowned, hating how he sounded like making love to me had become some onerous task. Shifting sideways, I tried to pull away. “I’m going back to bed. Just leave the music on and bring me chocolate,” I muttered.
But Bodhi’s hand smacked down on the counter, his arm blocking my way. The red dragon tattoo coiled around it seemed to glare at me. “No. You think I can’t tell you need me? We’re bound together, you and I. Your need is my need, Deva. That’s what makes it so hard to deny you. We all want you, even when we’re wrecked and know better.”
I turned to face him again and pressed a hand to his chest. His skin was smooth and warm beneath my palm, his heartbeat thrumming. The leaves of the tree branches that spanned his pecs fluttered in a breeze. “I don’t want to break you again.”
“Again? Is that what Keagan said you did to me? Jesus, angel. It takes a lot more than sex to break me. All we did was fuck.” He gripped my hand and slid it down over his smooth, hard stomach until he had it pressed against the bulge in his jeans. “Does this feel broken to you?” he rumbled, crowding closer, his breath hot on my cheek.
My nipples ached and my core tingled with fresh heat. “You feel good,” I murmured, my mind already tunneling until nothing existed but my desire for him. I had no more coherent thoughts besides the need that gripped me as I squeezed his shaft through the worn denim.
5
Deva
“Fuck, Deva. I’d fuck you all goddamn day if I could.”
Bodhi dropped his hand from my cheek to my shoulder, his gaze sliding to where my nipples poked through the pale, threadbare cotton of Rohan’s old Fate’s Fools shirt. He dipped his head and captured one nipple between his teeth, the sudden, sharp pressure making me gasp and arch into him. He cupped my breast in his hand as he sucked me through the fabric, slipping his other hand around the front of my hip beneath the hem of the shirt, then between my legs.
He groaned when his fingers slid through my slick folds, and I let out a harsh gasp at the spike of pleasure when he grazed over my clit, then began to stroke me in tiny circles.
“Fuck, I know I should draw this out, but I need to be inside you.”
“I need you too,” I breathed, barely hanging onto rational thought through the haze of intense need his light touch between my thighs had incited.
He hoisted me up with one arm slung beneath my ass and unfastened his jeans with the other hand. I wrapped my legs around his hips just in time for his hard, hot length to push into me. I cried out, throwing my head back against the low cabinet. Something cold and hard dug into my ass, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the delicious stretch of Bodhi’s cock pushing into me in a hard thrust.
He cursed, panting against my neck as he repositioned, widening his stance to hold me steady. Then he began to fuck me with slow, deep strokes, each one slamming harder than the last like he craved nothing more than to bury himself as deep as possible.
He cupped my cheek again, his eyes filled with hunger as he claimed my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth and sliding mine alongside the velvet heat. I loved his cock, how perfectly he filled me every time and how desperately he fucked me, as if he wanted to stay joined with me forever. It grounded me, made me feel like I was whole instead of the fragmented, unfinished abomination I believed I was. In his arms more than any of the others, I felt like I belonged.
Those beautiful impressions flowed through my mind on waves of pleasure as he pounded into me. I belonged in his arms with his cock inside me, his kisses on my skin, his hands on my body, teasing my breasts, his fingers dipping between us to find my clit and rub with quick precision until I was flying.
“Oh, Sweet Mother, Bodhi. Yes!” I cried, hooking my ankles behind him as his deep thrusts catapulted me to climax. I held him tight, milking his cock as he grunted against my shoulder, his big body quaking in my arms as his semen and his magic filled me up.
His shoulders heaved with exertion and he let out a rough sigh against my ear. “Give me five and we can go again.” He gripped my ass in both hands and turned, backing up until his knees hit the sofa a few feet behind him and he sank down with me on top, his cock still buried in me.
“We can rest for longer than five minutes,” I said, caressing the dragon mark on his neck with my thumb. “I’m not going to break down while you catch your breath. Besides, you should learn to pace yourself if you’re going to last all day alone with me.”
I slipped off his lap and stood, smiling down at him teasingly. He looked dazed, but pleased with himself. His softened cock was still an impressive sight laying thick against one thigh, his jeans having slid down to his knees. He kicked them off and sat up a little straighter.
“I’m here for whatever you need,” he said.
I picked up his guitar and handed it to him. “Let me hear that song of yours again. Then let’s see what happens without touching each other for a few minutes.”
As he began to pluck out the melody of what was becoming my new favorite song, I retrieved the chocolates from the kitchen and curled up across from him.
I closed my eyes after a few minutes, rested enough this time that I could enjoy the song without fear of falling asleep. He’d added new verses, and the longer I listened, the more I realized it wasn’t just about me.
I opened my eyes to watch him play, my gaze slipping down to the intricate designs that covered his skin and the occasional shimmers of magic that appeared intermittently now. Ever since making love and sharing his soul with me, his tattoos had become more vibrant, almost alive with the subtle glow betraying some inner power that I didn’t quite understand.
I reached out and traced a fingertip over the blue-green scales of the fish immersed in stylized waves that covered one taut forearm. It was smaller than the one on his back, and the surface seemed to ripple while he played, but it was the red dragon on his other arm that shimmered with inner light right now. The tattoo practically glowed, the coiled serpent a red-gold ember wrapped around his wrist, undulating as though it were in constant motion.
His fingers stilled over the strings and he glanced at me. “It’s getting brighter,” he murmured. “This section doesn’t work, though.” He tapped at the ocean scene with the fish and lifted his gaze to me, his wordless question clear.
“You haven’t touched a nymphaea soul yet. Inside me, I mean. I think that’s what triggered your magic. When your soul met the others inside me, bonded with them . . . I think you might be like me a little bit.”
He stretched his arm out and stared at the designs. “A chimera? But I have a soul. I gave a piece of it to you.”
“My lack of a soul isn’t what makes me a chimera,” I said. “It’s the mixture of blood that made me. And after what Fate said about the bloodline, it makes sense. Your soul bonding with the others inside me triggered it.”
He frowned, his expression thoughtful. “Maybe not just from that. When Keagan and I were together before the hound attacked us, something weird happened, but I didn’t have time to really process it. He said he thought I channeled fertile magic to the earth. But I don’t remember my tattoo glowing after that.” He twisted his arm and stared down at the tree with its glowing branches. “Do you think I can shift?”
“I . . . don’t know,” I admitted. “I couldn’t without each of my natures at full power. This is all new to me too, though. Your magic probably manifests in the passive powers, at least.”
“Which means what, exactly? I’ve only been able to deduce a few things since knowing you guys. The music is obvious. It feels more like I have power flowing through me when I play and sing than it did before.”
“You had power all along, I think,” I said. “So did I, just not much. I believe the links to my soul triggered more.” He definitely still had more turul power than before, and it hadn’t diminished since I’d lost t
hat piece of my soul. I didn’t think it had as much to do with our link as with simply having that switch flipped by proximity to enough power to trigger it.
He let out a low chuckle and held up the arm with the fish. “I think this is the one I need to help you. Too bad it’s the only one I don’t have.”
“Bodhi, you are helping me. You don’t need satyr magic to satisfy me. Besides, it clearly complicates matters. You see what a basket case I am lately. I could probably deal with the whole thing more easily if I wasn’t overcome by those damn cravings all the time.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, and I could tell he wasn’t letting the idea go. “What if I can help you better, though? What if there’s something I can do that will help me give you as much as they can? I have to try.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “What did I do to deserve you?”
The guitar thumped with a slight dissonance as he carefully removed it and set it aside. Then Bodhi gripped my hand, and I opened my eyes as he pulled it to his lips.
“Give yourself more credit, angel. You’re amazing, and you deserve as much as these two hands can offer.”
He lifted his hands in front of me, one forearm glowing and the other dormant. It only served to highlight the other emptiness inside me, which triggered a fresh shiver of need followed by a dark red fringe of madness at the edge of my vision. I didn’t want chocolate or music, though—I wanted him.
I grabbed his hand again and shifted onto my knees. “Your hands are just fine the way they are, as long as they’re on me.” I pulled one to my breast and tugged the other between my thighs. Bodhi’s eyelids fluttered, his breath hitching as he squeezed my breast while gently parting my folds with his fingers.
“Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful like this. I wasn’t joking when I said I’d fuck you all day, if I could.”
I sighed in slight relief as he sank his fingers inside me. I needed more, but the hunger wasn’t so great yet that I couldn’t enjoy the small morsels he fed me.
He withdrew his fingers and tugged at the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. Then he grabbed my wrist and hauled me onto his lap. I straddled his naked thighs and he licked his lips, his gaze unapologetically fixed on my breasts, then slipping down between my spread thighs.
His cock lay hard and long against his lower abdomen, the purple tip glistening. When I reached for him, he grabbed my hand and shook his head. “Better save that for when you really need it, angel. I’ll only hold out for so long. Let me just enjoy you for a little while. Can you do that?”
He squeezed my hips and slid his hands up my sides, tracing my curves with his palms. Everywhere he touched, my skin sparked with fresh need. Finally he dragged his hands up over my shoulders and back down my chest until he cupped my breasts. I let my head fall back and arched into his touch, leaning back on his knees and bracing myself while he lavished sweet kisses on my breasts and tormented my nipples with licks and sucks.
My core ached and I tilted my hips, longing for him to return his attention there.
“Please touch me, Bodhi,” I said, opening my eyes halfway to watch his dark head bend over my breasts. He lifted his gaze and let my nipple slip out of his mouth, his tongue still tracing a tortuous circle around it.
“I am touching you. Or do you mean please touch your pussy?” He dropped one hand to my thigh and gave my soaked outer folds a stroke. “Like this?”
“More,” I breathed. “I need you to fill me up.”
He pushed two fingers inside me and I moaned, my muscles flexing around him. It was so good, but not enough. A dark look came into his eyes, followed by a glint of raw desire and he hooked an arm around my back, then turned to lay me on the sofa.
“You love having your pussy stuffed full of us, don’t you? Me and Keagan together. Rohan’s giant dragon dick. I haven’t seen you fuck Llyr, but I’ve heard he’s huge when he beasts out. You love that too, don’t you?”
He pushed another finger into me, fucking slowly before adding a fourth. “Do you want my fist, Deva?” he asked breathlessly. “What if I give you a little more than that today?”
He was already fucking me with four long fingers, the fullness close to what I needed. I gripped my knees, keeping my legs wide for him. His cheeks were flushed as he stared down at my pussy for a few seconds, slowly adding his thumb and pushing inside me again. He swallowed and licked his lip, his pupils blown so wide his irises were lost.
I gasped at the delicious stretch, the massaging sensation of his knuckles inside me somehow pushing that encroaching distortion of sanity away and leaving nothing but pleasure and the unchecked craving for more of him.
Then he surprised me by moving closer until his knees bracketed my ass. With his free hand, he positioned his cock between my thighs, and when he slid his hand out of me, he pushed in again, both cock and fingers joined within my aching pussy.
I arched with a cry of pure pleasure as he began to fuck me, the fullness so excruciatingly perfect I felt nothing but bliss.
“Keagan is a fucking filthy bastard, but he’s also a goddamn genius,” Bodhi muttered. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Bodhi, please,” I whined, my body so racked with the need to come I couldn’t stand it. He was moving too slowly, the pressure building to bursting, but his movements weren’t enough to send me over.
“Give me a minute, angel. I want to savor this—you spread open and filled with me so full you can’t think. I love you like this. Fucking loved seeing you stretched by Rohan’s dick. Seeing you come all over him while you swallowed me, while Keagan fucked me. Jesus.”
He let out a rough gasp and began to fuck me faster with his cock, his hand still moving at a slower tempo, knuckles rubbing at the perfect spot over and over. As he increased his speed, his gaze heated more, and I saw the glint of an idea a split-second before he followed through. He found my ass with two of his fingers and pushed them inside, thrusting just enough to drive me wild.
Pleasure rocked through me in slow, heavy waves, my cries harsh and keening.
“Fuck yeah, angel. Come for me. Jesus, I love how you feel, squeezing my dick so hard I can’t see straight—fuck!”
He slammed into me, the pressure only adding to the already overwhelming pulses of pleasure that gripped my body, each one becoming more intense with the rush of magic from Bodhi’s climax.
At length he stilled, hovering over me with one hand braced on the edge of the sofa beside my head. His face was slick with sweat, his dragon mark glowing with the magic my orgasm had given him. Slowly he extracted himself and lowered his body, rolling me to the side to fit in the narrow space between me and the sofa cushions.
“You fucking blow my mind, you know that?” he murmured in my ear. “The guys do too, but you especially.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling it up to the center of my chest as I nestled back against him.
He snorted, the breath rustling my hair. “Angel, sex with you is out of this fucking world. Making you come is both an adventure and the most delicious reward. I promise you, none of us are ready to cry uncle, so be patient, all right?”
I nodded and exhaled a slow, contented breath. I was wide awake, but the euphoria of this afterglow made me lethargic. I didn’t want this moment to end, though, and for the first time in a week since my struggle against insanity began, I finally looked forward to what the next day might bring.
6
Llyr
“Do you think he’ll survive the day?” Rohan asked. “I still think one of us should have stayed behind to help.”
“If the three of you had agreed to another melding, it would help,” I said. I kept my eyes on the road and the hound that had taken over guide duty today. The quartet were all extremely attached to Deva, so the other three had remained behind, which was fine with me. If their presence helped her in any way, it was worth it. Dion knew she needed it.
Today the one she called Blaze led us
through the city, and we’d been following it in the Jeep in the hopes it would guide us to another bar or club where we could land a gig for the next night. I’d offered to drive to give the other guys a rest. Deva still refused to accept my help, so I was more rested than the others, despite my distaste for sleep.
The hound turned onto a beltway entrance and into thick, barely moving traffic. I cursed. If I’d known where the fuck the creature was leading us, we could have just drifted there and avoided all this bullshit.
“Sorry, man,” Keagan said. “I’ve only got so much in me for sex lately, and I need to save it for her. Maybe if this scheduling plan works out, we can find the energy for it.”
“If Bodhi survives today,” Rohan said, frowning at the traffic beyond the windshield.
Keagan laughed. “Dude, give him a little more credit. He’s got red dragon in him, in case you missed it. He may not have the stamina of an actual dragon, but he’s managed to keep up with us so far. At the very worst, we’ll get back and he’ll be unconscious with Deva licking chocolate off his dick.”
I snorted and glanced in the rearview at the laughing ursa. Beside me, Rohan shifted in his seat, his stiff cock starkly outlined inside the crotch of his jeans.
“I just hope there’s enough chocolate,” he muttered.
The truth was that we needed to find Ozzie. Her discovery of the truth and loss of her soul bond to him was what had triggered this crazy tailspin she’d been in since Vegas. I didn’t really blame Willem and Sandor for taking Maddie back to Santa Monica. After one night trapped on a tour bus with a sex-crazed part-nymph, it was no wonder the trio wanted their own lives back.
I had half a mind to abandon the jazz gigs and work on putting Deva back together before moving on with the search for a soul mate for Chaos, but I didn’t have control over the hounds—only Deva did—and once given a command, they seemed to carry it out with singular purpose.
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