Rising Dragons Omnibus (15 page)

She did nothing the next day. Ignored his breakfast and his message. Whatever it was, she wanted something different. She wanted him. She wanted him enough to close the curtains and live in the dark for a day, trying to convince herself
not
to want him.

The next morning she went downstairs to make coffee. No new gifts rested on the counter. Maybe he’d gotten the hint finally. But what was the hint? That she didn’t need him, when clearly she did?

She stared into her coffee, willing herself not to cry.

“Jill.”

His voice startled her. She looked into the shadows beyond the counter. He stood too far away, in the dimly lit entrance of the apartment, but it was him.

“Corey?”

“Hey, baby…”

She set her coffee on the counter, nearly missing the edge. Her heart pounded. “I missed you.”

He took a few hesitant steps into the apartment. “I missed you, too.”

“Is the Council looking for me, do you know?”

Corey pursed his lips. “I haven’t heard from Racha since we were together.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

His face constricted in such a conflicted expression, she felt sorry for him.

“She hasn’t called you yet… not in all this time?”

“I’m not trying to keep you prisoner or anything. I’m just… worried. It’s been two weeks since… Since I bonded you. I didn’t want you to leave before she got back and we decided how to keep the Council off our backs.”

“I will stay here for a million years if it means keeping my baby safe. And a million more if it means you forgive me enough to love me again.”

He walked toward her, a clever smile on his face. A moment later his hands slid down her back and pulled her to him. She trembled in his grip. God, he felt good. His body’s warmth, the hardness of every angle she could feel through his clothes.

“I never stopped loving you, Jill. Never. If you want his child, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. Dragons or no dragons.”

***

“You taste like bananas today,” Corey teased. He resisted the urge to stay in position and give Jill another orgasm with his tongue. She hadn’t tasted like bananas, but she’d tasted amazing. Every time. And every time he’d mentioned fruit during the past two days, she disappeared to her shower immediately afterward. It gave him the time to try to call Racha.

Where the fuck was she? He was beyond worried. Their feed had cut out after him fucking Jill and telling her he loved her. Which was no lie, but his other lover had been watching. Or might have been. Jesus, he needed to talk to her.

Giving in to Jill’s teasing over the subsequent two weeks had been second nature, but he sensed Jill was just as worried. He finally decided the best thing was to confide in Jill. Except that only worried Jill more, which was the last thing he wanted to do.

The remnants of his latest tryst with Jill were strewn around the kitchen. His shirt, her panties. All the rest of her clothes for that matter.

The scattered clothes reminded him of how much he loved her naked, and how much he’d discouraged Racha of exactly the same thing from the very start. He’d made so many mistakes with Racha. Impulsively, he grabbed his phone and sent her a text.
I want you naked. As often as possible. Fuck the temple. When are you coming home?

He found Jill in her shower. He stood for a moment outside the enclosure, just watching water slide down her back. She looked back at him and smiled, then turned away. She spread her thighs and tilted her hips, letting the stream of the shower cascade between her thighs.

He shed the rest of his clothes and stepped inside the wide enclosure.

Jill pressed against him instantly when he embraced her under the water. She released a long breath and rested her head against his shoulder.

“Have you heard from her?”

The same worry over not hearing from Racha had tinged Jill’s mood during their lovemaking since he’d come home.

“Baby, she’s okay,” Corey said, turning her to face him.

“I’m worried about her, too. Mostly because you’re different now. You love her.”

“She’s easy to love.” He reached for the body wash and squirted a dollop into his palm behind her back.

“Unlike me?”

“Maybe, but the effort is worth it.” He lathered the soap and smoothed it down her back, pausing at her ass and clutching both plump cheeks. He’d enjoyed every inch of her multiple times in the last day, marveling at all the little similarities and differences to Racha. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet her lips. A soft moan escaped her throat when his hands slipped between them and he rubbed soapy palms over her breasts, swirling the slick suds in circles around both nipples. They hardened instantly.

The stream of water disappeared from his back, but before he could turn to find out why, a second pair of naked breasts pressed against him from behind. A familiar pair of slender arms slipped around his waist in a tight embrace and he relaxed, the worry from the last few days disappearing instantly. She’d come home to him finally.

“I missed you,” he said over his shoulder.

“I would have called, but the Council isn’t always flexible. Kris and I were talking to them for several days straight. Now I just need a taste of you.”

He caught Jill slipping away shyly and gripped her hand, pulling her against him again. “Not so fast. If I’m stuck with you both, I’d like to enjoy it at least once.”

He turned in Racha’s arms and pulled both women closer beneath the steady stream of the shower. Racha reached for Jill and the two women came together in a tender embrace, their wet mouths colliding and hands sliding down across shimmering curves.

“I should get a camera…” Corey murmured. He stepped back, taking in the two of them.

“The hell you should.” Jill flashed him an irritated look. “You should come here.” She gripped him by the back of the neck and pulled him down to kiss her again. When he pulled away, Jill had a mischievous glint in her eyes. “It’s my turn to watch,” she said. “Give her what she needs.”

“My pleasure.” He lifted Racha off her feet and turned, pressing her against the tiled wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips and sighed as he positioned the tip of his hard cock between her thighs. He slid deep inside with one slow thrust.

Her tight, hot sheath felt amazing, but it wasn’t quite enough for his current appetite. He beckoned to Jill. Now that he had her back, he couldn’t bring himself to stop touching her. “I need you, too.”

Racha braced her hands against his shoulders and began riding him, her breath coming in soft pants against his ear. She turned her head and reached for Jill, too. “
We
need you,” she corrected. As the women’s lips slid together, Corey pressed Racha harder against the wall so that her ass rested on the tiled ledge. He braced one hand flat for leverage to fuck her deeper. He reached for Jill, cupped her breast with his free hand, slid wet fingertips down her stomach to the thatch of dark blond curls between her thighs. She leaned closer, moaning against Racha’s mouth when his fingertips slid between her hot, slick folds, slippery from her arousal more than from the water.

The women parted, gasping harsh breaths in tandem. Jill leaned back against the wet wall next to Racha. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes in pleasure when he sank two fingers into her and rubbed her throbbing clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, you both feel so good,” Corey said.

The pitch of Racha’s moans changed, the clench of her muscles around his cock urging him to the point of no return. Her hips undulated, forcing him deeper with each thrust until he was sure he’d drown in her. He kept his eyes on Jill’s face, then skimmed a glance down to where her hands cupped her own breasts and she steadily swirled fingertips over her nipples.

“Come for me,” he urged. “That’s right. Oh, fuck yeah.”

His cock spasmed, the tightening of Racha’s pussy and her cries of pleasure pulling his orgasm from him. His fingers faltered between Jill’s thighs when the blinding rush of ecstasy washed through him. She arched her back and clung to him suddenly. Her hips jerked against his hand and she gripped his wrist, riding her own orgasm and soaking his fingers with her slick juices. The glow of the magic shimmered on their skin, the pale green light seeming to emanate from both women’s pores.

Jill’s mouth crashed against his, her tongue plunging into his mouth in a hungry search. Abruptly she stopped and sought out Racha, who responded in kind.

“Maybe you two just made a brother for my baby,” she said breathlessly. “Maybe all you need is a little extra power when you try.”

Corey met Racha’s gaze and nodded. “We can hope. Either way, I’m happy to keep trying with that extra help.”

The women slipped away from him then, leaving the steamy shower to dry off. He leaned against the shower wall, letting the water beat on the back of his neck and sighing deeply. He turned to look out the door in time to see them hugging tightly, no animosity at all between them—only acceptance.

For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was on his way to unmitigated joy. “No thanks to yourself,” he whispered.

Rising Dragons

Book 3

Breath of
Innocence

Ophelia Bell

Breath of Innocence:
Chapter 1

A
shift in balance of the large yacht woke Camille from a sound sleep, which was unusual. She usually slept like a baby when they were out on the open water of the South Pacific.

There it was again, the subtle rock of the boat, like a swell had hit it. The weather report had promised calm seas for the next week.

The calm of night and the warmth of two bodies had lulled Camille to sleep hours earlier. The large cabin of the yacht with its massive bed was illuminated only by the thin wash of moonlight that found its way through the narrow portholes and the still faint glow of her dragon mark.

Roka’s steady breathing halted abruptly and he tensed beside her for only a split second before he shot out of bed as quiet and quick as a breath.

Camille sat up. “What is it?”

The deck above their heads shuddered as though something immense had fallen on it.

“Stay here,” Roka said. The gleam of his white hair receded quickly down the corridor, the rest of his muscular bulk cast in shadow. He disappeared up the hatch to the upper deck.

Camille nudged the sleeping Eben and saw that he was already awake, his eyes wide. “What the fuck is out there?” he whispered. Soon, he was out of bed, though moving more slowly than their dragon lover.

“Stay here,” he said to Camille.

“The hell I’m staying here alone, you ass.” She followed him, ignoring the exasperated look he cast back at her before heading up the steps.

They found Roka on the helipad, kneeling over something. Whatever it was, it wasn’t moving.

“How the hell did he get here?” Eben said.

Camille cautiously moved closer, and could make out the pale form of a large, naked man, prone on the deck. His eyelids fluttered and he groaned.

“Sweet Mother. Where did you fly from? What happened to you? Rafe?” Roka shook the man’s body. The slight jostling caused a sickly glow to emanate from the man and he convulsed, his skin erupting briefly into shining, jewel-like black scales before receding again to human-looking skin.

“Magic … almost… dry. Can’t keep… body…”

Camille barely made out the words, but she inferred enough to guess what was wrong. “He needs energy, doesn’t he? Who is he?”

“No time,” Roka said. “It will be quicker for you, my love. He needs human Nirvana.”

That detail was clear to her from the convulsions, but it took her a second to register Roka’s suggestion. She was simultaneously shocked and aroused, particularly when she glanced at Eben and saw his intrigued smile.

“You want me to just… right
now
?” She kept her eyes on Eben’s face, watched him raise one eyebrow in slight challenge as if to say,
If you don’t, I will.

The man convulsed again and his body contorted.

“You could wait until he loses the last of his magic and is forced back into his true form. He’s about my size.”

Camille wasn’t oblivious to the facetious tone that bled through Roka’s obvious concern. She nodded, her heartbeat speeding up with anticipation. She’d be damned if she’d give Eben the satisfaction of one-upping her. “All right. Just… hold him down and, well, you know what to do.”

She moved to straddle the spasming shape while Roka grabbed the man’s arms from above and pinned his hands over his head. Eben took his place behind her at his feet.

“What’s his name?” Camille asked, looking into Roka’s silvery eyes.

“Rafe,” he answered. “He is Kol’s Second.”

“Kol’s stupid second, if you ask me,” she muttered. She placed her hands against his chest and peered into his contorted face. Dark, pleading eyes opened to stare back at her.

“Please…” he whispered.

“It’s alright, Rafe. I’m going to take care of you.”

She rested her bare hips atop his, her backside just barely brushing his flaccid cock. She rose up and shifted a little lower so that her bare, sensitive lips pressed lightly against his hardening length. She was acutely conscious of the silken heat of his skin between her thighs and his quickened breathing. Barely half erect, Rafe’s thick shaft was easily as large as Roka’s, the shadow of which twitched as her pale dragon lover watched her prepare to fuck this near perfect stranger.

With both hands, she clutched her breasts, pinching her nipples until they stood up in hard peaks. Little zings of pleasure shot between her legs, wet warmth spreading. She shifted her hips just enough to give Rafe a taste of slick friction. His eyelids fluttered and his hips tilted up in response.

Bracing her hands on the deck beside his head, she lowered herself to his chest, whispering her lips across his mouth and rubbing her breasts against his torso. She slid up, until both her soft orbs caressed the sides of neck and jaw. She twisted to let one nipple brush over his lips, and then the other way, aiming the other breast across his jaw toward his mouth. The soft contact sent electric pleasure through her body.

A long, forked tongue lashed out at her, startling her when it wrapped around her nipple and pulled the hardened flesh into his mouth. His hips bucked up harder. She moaned at both the smack of hot, thick flesh between her thighs and the tingling pull of his mouth against her nipple.

He sucked hard, as though he thought he could pull her climax straight through her nipple in some hungry infantile fashion. If only it were that easy, she thought, but the sensation reignited the longing that had visited her frequently over the past several months.

She was dimly aware of Eben’s chuckle from behind her.

“He’s ready. And so are you, from the looks of it,” he said.

Rafe’s body shifted, tightened in a struggle to get free of the two men holding him down, but they held tight.

Camille knew from the heavy throb between her thighs that they were both indeed ready, but Rafe seemed disinclined to release her from his mouth. She pulled away forcefully and he craned his neck to follow as she shifted back down.

With one hand, she groped between her thighs and found him, long and thick and as hard as polished stone.

She sighed when she sank down on his shaft, holding Roka’s gaze the entire time. He seemed to be able to read the pleasure as if it were plain on her face. It may have been, but every time she’d had another dragon deep inside her like this, it was as though they revisited their first time together.

This poor, exceedingly reckless dragon between her legs needed her now, however. If the situation had been different, she would have given a piece of her Nirvana to Roka, too. Unfortunately, Rafe was so far gone, once probably wouldn’t be nearly enough.

Rafe jacked his hips up against her and let out a guttural roar. He pistoned into her slick depths hard enough to make her teeth knock together and she braced herself against his chest, clutching at him for stability.

Roka held his arms from the top, but Eben apparently had other ideas.

She couldn’t see behind her, but felt Eben’s solid, warm body slip up against her back, his hands circling around to cup her breasts. He nuzzled against her ear. “Let’s give him a double dose.”

The familiar feel of his talented fingers between her thighs made her moan in pleasure. He found the throbbing bundle of nerves and teased it in tiny circles. His other hand groped between them, repeatedly slicking bits of her juices between her ass cheeks. He tested once, slid a fingertip two knuckles deep, then urged her to lean over further.

She did, bracing her hands on the deck again, struggling to stay alert in spite of the return of Rafe’s mouth hungrily sucking at her breasts and Eben’s gentle prodding at her ass. The urgency of the moment infused Camille with an energy she hadn’t felt before, and an urgent desire to provide Rafe with the much needed infusion of Nirvana.

In spite of the care he took in getting her ready, Eben’s first thrust beyond her tight barrier made her cry out from the sudden painful stretch. The sensation subsided quickly into a familiar pleasurable feeling of being too full. She attempted to move her hips, but Eben held them tightly in both hands while he fucked her. He’d released Rafe’s legs so the man was now free to thrust up into her from beneath, each push of his thick length into her coinciding with a ripple of dark scales appearing in place of his fairer skin.

She was nearly out of her mind with the pleasure when the hot, pungent scent of Roka inundated her from the front. It only took a brush of the velvet tip of his cock against her lips, the salty-sweet flavor of him slick against her flesh, for her tongue to dart out instinctively to taste. She opened her mouth, welcoming the length of him as he slid deep until she tensed and nearly gagged. He gently gripped her head and she opened her eyes, trying to get her bearings. He was right where he’d been, just behind Rafe’s head, but had released his arms. So that’s whose hands were needfully groping her breasts now while Roka fucked her mouth.

Her orgasm crashed through her like an avalanche of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The white blaze of her mark illuminated all four of them, pulsing with the waves of power that traveled from her and into the body of Rafe beneath her. There was an odd sensation of resistance from Roka. He wanted it, but refused to take it, letting his friend have all her Nirvana instead. She would happily take his, however.

She sucked and licked, the shaking remnants of her orgasm making her desperate for the cleansing wash of Roka’s energy. His thrusts between her lips changed tempo and the telltale growl began deep in his chest. His fingertips dug a little deeper into the back of her neck, holding her head so he could control the depth of his cock. She closed her eyes, relaxed her throat, and pushed back against Eben, the only real motion she could control.

The twin shafts piercing her body’s other end hadn’t stopped moving. Eben’s hands gripped her hips like a vise as he yelled out and plunged in deep, holding her tight against him while he shot hot pulses deep into her ass. He didn’t move when he was finished, but instead reached around between her thighs and began toying with her clit again, urging her to another climax.

Roka bellowed at the sky as his thick, hot spunk shot down her throat. He pulled away from her slowly, leaving his hands gently cupping her head, thumbs caressing her cheeks. He grazed one thumb across her cum-slick mouth, the light caress teasing the magic-infused fluid along her lips, the energy it contained even more potent than his breath.

She lurched from the slam of Rafe’s cock into her pussy and his body arched beneath her. The rough friction made her cry out, from pleasure, not pain. Roka chose that moment to lean down and capture her mouth with his, teasing his tongue gently against hers in odd contrast to the utter possession she’d felt with his cock in her mouth a moment earlier. Her second climax washed over her with a gust of Roka’s breath, sinking through her from her head to the tips of her toes. The shimmer of it cascaded into Rafe and he went limp, panting and lolling his head to one side.

Eben slipped out of her after leaving a soft kiss on her shoulder and collapsed in an exhausted heap to one side. Roka knelt placidly above Rafe’s head, looking down at the man.

Camille sank flush against Rafe’s chest, too spent to move even enough to extract his still erect cock from inside her. It was a comforting sensation, at least, even if it didn’t belong to one of the men she loved.

The sheer size of him became apparent once her grasp of reality returned. Still joined at the hips, her head rested comfortable on his chest, the steady thud of his heartbeat loud in her ear. It was so much like making love to Roka, she almost forgot he was a stranger. The feeling persisted when he wrapped both solid arms around her, let out a deep, satisfied sigh, and kissed the top of her head.

“Not quite the welcome I was expecting,” he murmured. “But thank you.”

The sound of Roka’s laugh from somewhere too far to be this new lover’s voice reminded her of the truth. Camille sat up abruptly, gasping at the fresh pressure of the hard cock inside her. She met Rafe’s sated gaze, taking in the slightly amused smile, uncertain whether she should be offended or not.

“You’re welcome…ah…” She glanced down between them uncertainly. He was still very ready, and the truth was she probably had a few more rounds in her, too. But the fact remained, he was a stranger and she was not mated to him.

He shook his head and reached out to grip her hips and lift her off. “As much as I would love another
dose
, as your lovely man said, I have more important things to discuss.”

Roka’s voice cut through the dark again. “Such as why you’re showing up on our boat in the middle of the night with no warning, nearly capsizing us in the process?”

Camille moved to Roka’s side and settled against his large, naked warmth. It was a chilly night, though unseasonably warm for mid-July in the southern hemisphere, but she’d been less sensitive to extreme temperatures since becoming a dragon’s mate. Still, the heat of Roka’s body was a comfort.

Rafe sat up and looked around. He grunted in amusement. “It would take a dragon the size of Kol to capsize this monster. Clever idea, though, a boat. It must make it easier to fly when you want, being so remote. It took me nearly three weeks to find you out here.”

Roka’s torso tensed against her and his hand squeezed her thigh involuntarily. “Please tell me you haven’t been flying non-stop for three weeks. Though I guess that would explain why you were so unstable when shifting. Most dragons know better than to go that long without replenishing their energy. How long has it been for you, my friend?”

“Nearly a month,” Rafe said. His expression grew shadowed. “That’s why I’m here. The last woman I was with is missing.” He seemed to hesitate, the next words caught halfway past his lips. “She’s a dragon, and a purebred who never knew her true nature until I found her. She ran before I had the chance to teach her everything she needs to know. I need your help finding her.” The repressed anguish in his words made Camille’s heart clench in sympathy. Rafe was very clearly in love with this woman. The thought of ever losing either Roka or Eben terrified Camille, but she had no reason to fear that happening. At least she hoped not.