Hyacinth, Scarlet - Craving Owen [Tides of Love 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (27 page)

“Well, Hash’s brother and his mates arrived. Rallion, a half fae, helped out with your healing. And yesterday, Sandros arrived. We’re gathering a group of mages and magically inclined creatures to go attack the crystal.”

As they spoke, the door opened once more, and Hash and Sassaki walked in, followed by Alcharr. “Well, well, look who’s up,” Hash noted with a smile. “Welcome back.”

The words might have sounded nonchalant, but the emotion in them was undeniable. On the settee, Owen stirred and opened his eyes. He gaped at Kyllian, obviously shocked. “Oh, my God.”

Kyllian chuckled. “This is beginning to sound repetitive. Yes, I’m awake. Still feeling a bit weak, but I’ll be just fine.”

Sandros shook his head and got up. “And on that note, I’m going to leave you all alone. See you in a few hours, all right?”

The seer left the room, and once more, Kyllian felt thankful for Sandros’s acute perception, both magical and emotional. “We were due a conversation,” he said. If Yane was correct, they would soon be leaving for the final standoff against the necromantic crystal. Kyllian didn’t want to lose the opportunity to put things out in the open. He didn’t want to leave things unsaid, not again.

But his desire for a nice chat was thwarted when Owen shot from the couch and into the bed. The human’s slender arms wrapped around Kyllian in an enthusiastic embrace. “Words are overrated,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Owen pressed his mouth to Kyllian’s in a kiss that tasted like tears and relief. Kyllian immediately took over, loving the way Owen went pliant in his arms. The human parted his lips, and Kyllian thrust his tongue inside the wet cavern, savoring the flavor of life from Owen’s passion.

With each passing second, Kyllian felt his energy return more and more. It was as if Owen’s touch awoke his sleeping, weak magic. The power of the elements invaded him once again, as furious as ever, and Kyllian yearned to unleash it, to release it through the union of their bodies.

As their mouths separated, Owen gave him a dazed look. “Sorry,” he panted out. “I shouldn’t have attacked you like that. You’re still tired.”

“I’ve never been better.” Kyllian grinned. He turned to the still-waiting men and gestured them to the bed. He silently watched to see if they would take his invitation. Yes, words were overrated and often complicated things. They were better off talking through their bodies.

Hash, Alcharr, and Yane didn’t delay in joining Kyllian and Owen. However, Sassaki stood there, looking uncomfortable and glancing away from them. Out of their entire group, Sassaki was the one with whom Kyllian barely had any contact. He’d met the wyrm a total of one time, and half of that meeting Sassaki spent glowering at him for Kyllian’s supposed trade. Kyllian knew Sassaki would not be so easily convinced. It would seem he owed someone words, after all.

“It was never about buying Owen,” he explained. “Even with the attraction between us, I never would have pushed. I merely wanted all of you to see what you had. People have a way of avoiding things they don’t understand.”

As a rule, he never gave the reasons for his actions to anyone, because he didn’t feel the need to. But in a strange way, he felt an odd sense of kinship with Sassaki. It could have been because Sassaki’s affection for Owen rivaled his own, or simply that, like Kyllian, the wyrm no longer had any family. With the exception of Fayre, Kyllian had lost all his kin long ago, and he well remembered how much that hurt. Sassaki was in a similar situation, worse still since his best friend Kani had also been stolen from him.

“We might not know each other all that well,” he said, “but I really do believe all things happen for a reason.” He laughed lightly. “It’s quite strange. Fayre has known Hash for many years, and yet, we’d never met until now.”

Sassaki offered him a reluctant smile. “Yane and I have been enemies for longer than that.”

He took a few steps forward, seemingly encouraged. Owen reached out to Sassaki, beaming, and Sassaki’s smile widened. It was an expression that should have been out of place on a wyrm’s face, but it suited Sassaki. “Owen is our mate, you know,” Hash piped up, “mine and Sassaki’s.”

There were chuckles all around. “How is that in any way a surprise?” Alcharr said.

For whatever reason, the lighthearted comment made all the difference in the world. Sassaki climbed on the bed as well and took Owen in his arms. “This is not easy for me,” he said, his hands traveling on Owen’s still-clothed torso, “but I’m willing to try if you are.”

Sassaki’s agreement was the only thing Kyllian needed. Grinning, he pulled the wyrm toward him and tore off his clothes. As he did so, he growled at the other men, wordlessly telling them to follow his example. They didn’t seem to need the extra incentive. Alcharr was already on top of a half-naked Yane while Hash busied himself with Owen’s clothing.

Sassaki gave as good as he got, and Kyllian grinned as he felt the wyrm’s control slip. They managed to get each other naked in record time, and Kyllian enjoyed the first touch of Sassaki’s hard body. On occasion, his greedy hands ran into scales, and the smooth, unusual surface of the skin drove a renewed wave of arousal through him.

For a few moments, Kyllian allowed Sassaki to do his own bit of exploring. The man’s cool body rubbed against his own, Sassaki’s hard prick weeping pre-cum over Kyllian’s thigh. Sassaki pressed kisses over Kyllian’s neck, and Kyllian pushed him lower down. Even if he wanted this, he didn’t bare his neck to anyone. In fact, he would bet Sassaki needed a bit of disciplining of his own. Besides, Kyllian owed Alcharr a spanking. It wouldn’t hurt to combine the two and give his men a taste of what to expect of him.

With that in mind, Kyllian pushed Sassaki down on the bed and pinned him with his weight. He allowed himself the luxury to trace Sassaki’s hard chest with his tongue. He lingered over the nipples and bit down hard, loving the way Sassaki groaned and arched against him. He’d have liked to push the limits a bit more to see how much Sassaki could really take, but he had better plans.

He lifted his mouth from Sassaki’s skin and manhandled the wyrm upright. Smirking, he nodded toward Alcharr. “Hold him down,” he said.

Sassaki’s brows shot up, but he obeyed. Yane’s eyes widened as he watched them, but Alcharr didn’t make a single protest. Perhaps he’d been expecting this.

Yet again, Kyllian didn’t have the benefit of his own dungeon, but he’d have to make do without it. Scanning the room, he caught sight of a reasonably sized table. It looked sturdy enough to hold Alcharr. He supposed he’d have to test it. Sassaki followed his gaze and shepherded Alcharr there.

“Brace your hands on the table,” Kyllian ordered Alcharr. “Legs spread, away from the wood. Ass up.”

As Alcharr obeyed, Kyllian turned to Yane. “Yane, get under him. Suck his dick.”

Yane blinked, and after a few moments, crawled down under the table. A moan from Alcharr indicated Yane had taken Kyllian’s instructions quite seriously. However, Alcharr threatened to lose his hold on the table. Kyllian briefly considered manifesting energetic bindings but decided against it. “Sassaki, what are you doing?” he asked the wyrm. “I told you to hold him down.”

The wyrm hastened to comply, and Kyllian smirked as he watched the scene. He turned toward Owen and Hash, who were kissing lazily, their eyes riveted on the three men waiting for Kyllian. Kyllian met Owen’s eyes. “Remember this, little human,” he said. “You’re up next.”

Owen shuddered and let out a little sexy moan. Kyllian couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the human’s lips. Oh, yes, he would most definitely make it his business to play a scene with Owen as soon as possible.

But first, Kyllian directed his attention to Alcharr. He made his way to the table where the eagle waited, still in Sassaki’s hold. Alcharr trembled, sweat already pooling at the bottom of his spine as Yane pleasured him. Kyllian slapped Alcharr’s ass. “Stand still. Let him touch you.”

Alcharr cried out, and Kyllian could almost sense the other man’s pleasure skyrocket. He admired the red handprint already appearing on Alcharr’s buttock. If Alcharr reacted like this from merely a spanking, he couldn’t wait to see the man’s behavior at a real scene.

Struggling to keep his own need in check, Kyllian manifested a soft flogger out of thin air. He kept the rod of electricity at a medium intensity. Alcharr wasn’t used to this, and Kyllian didn’t want the man hurt.

“Alcharr, listen to me. If at any point, you want me to stop, I will. Come up with a word, something to say to convey that message.”

“Doesn’t
no
work?” Alcharr gasped. “I really can’t think of anything.”

“
No
often means
yes
,” Kyllian replied. He caressed the eagle’s spine with the flogger. “Come on now. Think.”

“Wing,” Alcharr replied quickly. “Does that work?”

“It works fine.” Kyllian nodded in satisfaction. “Remember it, and say it whenever you feel like it gets too much. Now count for me,” he told Alcharr. “Ten blows. You don’t come until I tell you to.”

Alcharr held his breath as he waited to see what Kyllian would do next. He already felt a step away from orgasm, and his entire being protested Kyllian’s words. Yane’s mouth felt so heavenly around him, hot and wet. His lover sucked him all the way into his throat. Yane’s moans sent delicious vibrations through Alcharr while Sassaki’s strong hands held him down. Anticipation filled him as he recalled the feel of Kyllian’s palm on his ass. Would this be in any way similar to that spanking?

Another order rang out in his ears, but this time it was directed at Yane. “Yane, sweep water over him.”

Instantly, the nymph obeyed. Liquid trickled over Alcharr’s back and buttocks, cool and soothing. “That’s fine,” Kyllian said. “Ready, Alcharr?”

“Yes, Sir,” Alcharr answered. He didn’t know what prompted him to reply this way, but it seemed to be the right answer. His reward was the fulfillment of his curiosity and desire.

An unusual shock coursed through his body as Kyllian’s first hit fell. For a few seconds, Alcharr had trouble processing it, but as electricity swept over him, it slowly shaped into an odd sense of pleasure-pain. By some miracle he remembered to count, and he was shocked at his own choked voice as he whispered, “One.”

The second and third strokes fell in quick succession, so much so that Alcharr didn’t even have the time to recover from one before the other assaulted him. He skirted at the edge of an abyss he didn’t think he could pass. It was only by a miracle that he managed to remember to continue counting. “Two. Three.”

A cool breeze caressed his heated skin, soothing his hurts. It felt so relaxing Alcharr almost forgot about where he was altogether. A hard stroke on his thigh reminded him, and this time, his voice shouted the needed words. “Oh, God…Four!”

His vision started to dim, but in front of him, he still saw Owen and Hash touching each other, kissing, watching him. Hash found a bottle of oil and poured some of the liquid on his fingers. He pushed two fingers in Owen’s ass, all the while keeping his eyes on Alcharr. Similarly, Owen’s blue eyes fixed on him, awe, pleasure, and delight making them shine with an almost surreal light.

The fifth stroke fell, and Alcharr found he could no longer focus on Owen’s beautiful face. He felt strange, as if he were flying in the wide-open sky, higher and higher, into the very sun. His breath caught, as if he couldn’t draw enough air in his lungs, as if he’d gone too high up and could no longer go down. Lightning and wind held him up, toying with his body. He was like a toy at the whims of the powerful elements, and he loved it.

The crackle of lightning—another wicked stroke. The soft whisper of the wind—a gentle caress calming his senses. And throughout it all, Yane’s continuing suction and Sassaki’s strong presence, the almost palpable feel of Owen and Hash’s eyes on him.

Over and over, Kyllian’s flogger whipped his skin, leaving him gasping and moaning. He felt the shocks of lightning all the way to his wings. Between cries, he managed to continue counting, but by the time he reached ten, his voice sounded hoarse, and above all, he wanted to come with acute despair.

Kyllian’s flogger caressed his spine once more. “That’s good, nestling,” he murmured. “Very good. Now come for me.”