The Summoning [Dragon's Lair 2] (5 page)

They returned to their suite,
and ignoring her protests, Remy called the kitchen to arrange for a lunch tray
to be sent up for all of them. The compound, in many ways, functioned like a
large and luxurious resort. The staff was primarily human, but most of them
lived on site and had been born to families loyal to the Arcadian clan for
centuries.

Climbing onto the bed, Lilly lay
back against the headboard and stared at her two lovers. They looked so very
different from one another, but there was a link between them that was
undeniable. “Is it just as invigorating when you have sex with one another as
it is when you have sex with me?”

Philippe removed his shirt and
reached for the waistband of his pants, ready to shed the fabric and feel Lilly’s
skin against his own. “Sex is always invigorating, but nothing feels better
than when we’re both making love to you.”

Remy was also undressing. “Is
there some reason that you asked?”

Lilly smiled, perfectly content
to look at their perfect bodies. “Well, I have a bit of a fantasy... I want to
watch you together.”

“You aren’t going to
participate?” Remy asked, giving her suspicious stare.

She shook her head “Well, not
immediately... I’m waiting for you to inspire me.”

Even as she spoke, Philippe
stepped toward Remy, naked and powerful. The light glinted on his golden skin,
highlighting each rippling muscle. Philippe’s large hands settled on Remy’s shoulders.
As Lilly watched them, she saw the look of pleasure cross Remy’s face as he
leaned into the touch. Philippe leaned in and kissed his neck, his teeth
scraping over the skin and eliciting an immediate response from Remy. It didn’t
leave her unfazed either. Having them make love to her together, or separately,
was an exquisite experience. But the sensations were so overwhelming all she
could do was feel. Now, watching them together, she was able to appreciate the
male perfection of them both, to witness the sensual beauty of them together.

It wasn’t an entirely cerebral
experience. Moisture gathered between her thighs, heat pooling low in her
belly, and her breasts felt full and heavy, her nipples aching and sensitive
where they brushed against the silk of her dress. She wanted to touch herself,
to ease the desire, but she knew that would only prompt her beautiful men to
want to see to her needs, and at the moment, she was far more invested in
watching them see to one another. No more had that thought crossed her mind
than she saw Philippe’s hands snaking over the hard planes of Remy’s chest and
down to his jutting cock. Never one to be a passive lover, Remy had reached
behind him, curling his fingers into the hollows of Philippe’s hips, tugging
him closer.

Remy savored the sensation of
Philippe’s hands on him, just as he savored the weight of Lilly’s gaze. It was
so much like the night they had claimed her as their mate, luring her in with
just such a display. Inhaling deeply, he scented her arousal, and it made his
already hard cock ache. When Philippe’s hand closed around him, the touch firm
and strong, he couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure.

“Lilly wants a show,” Philippe
said. “So let’s give her one.”

Turning his head so that their
mouths were only a breath apart, Remy answered, “We always give her what she
wants.” With that, he kissed Philippe, taking his mouth in a hot, hard kiss.
Philippe’s goatee abraded Remy’s lips, the slight roughness only adding to the
exquisite sensation. Their tongues met, dueling for supremacy, for control. By
the time the kiss broke, Philippe’s rock-hard cock was thrusting helplessly
against him and pre-cum glistened at the head of Remy’s. Turning to face
Philippe, Remy aligned his cock with Philippe’s and pressed the shafts together
with his hand. Facing Lilly, he took in her flushed cheeks, her parted lips,
and the sweet smell of her musk.

“There’s oil in the bedside
table. Bring it to us.” As she rose to do his bidding, he noted that her gait
was less than steady and her breathing appeared to be very rapid.

“Is this what you wanted?” she
asked, holding up the bottle.

“Yes. Pour some into your hand
and warm it,” he instructed her. After she had complied, he continued, “Now,
rub it over our cocks... get them nice and slick.”

She did so, with a deep,
shuddering breath. When she started to pull away, Philippe grasped her wrist
and returned her hand to their shafts. “I thought I was only watching.”

“No,
cher
. There is no
greater pleasure than having you both touch me at the same time. I’m too greedy
to give that up for long,” Philippe said.

Lilly shuddered in response, her
body’s reaction to that statement visceral and immediate. Her clit throbbed,
and the slightest movement seemed to create a delicious friction. She placed
her hand opposite Remy’s, their fingers overlapping on the pulsing shafts. He
led, and she followed, pumping his hand up and down, jacking them both at the
same time. Beneath her hand, she felt them both growing harder, thicker. But
she couldn’t take her eyes off Remy. They stared into one another’s eyes, the
connection as intimate as if his cock had been buried inside her.

Lilly felt Philippe’s hand close
over hers, squeezing tighter, increasing the pressure as Remy increased their
speed. Both men were now thrusting their hips rhythmically, their oiled cocks
sliding between their joined hands. She felt their pleasure. They were all
undeniably linked, but in that moment, it was as if the gates had simply
opened. Lilly felt everything that they did, the exquisite tension and the
need.

“Fuck, I can’t wait.”

It was Philippe who spoke. His
thrusts became more erratic, and Lilly felt his cock harden even more beneath
their hands. She wanted him to come. She wanted to feel their mingled essence
on her skin. When he groaned loudly, she felt the hot splash of his release.
The warm fluid coated her fingers and Remy’s as he pulled away.

Philippe’s breath was harsh and
shuddering. “Now it’s your turn.”

Before Lilly could even question
what he meant, Remy had picked her up and placed her face down on the bed. On
her hands and knees in front of him, she could only gasp as he pushed her dress
up, baring her bottom to the slightly chilled air. There was no preamble, only
the hard thrust of his cock into her waiting sheath. Philippe stood beside the
bed, stroking his cock that was still miraculously hard as he watched Remy
fucking her. She watched him as his gaze traveled over them. His appreciation
for the picture they made was obvious.

When his gaze moved back to her
face, he said simply, “You’re not the only one who enjoys watching.”

Lilly couldn’t think any more.
She could only stare at Philippe, appreciating the beautiful and erotic sight
of him stroking his massive erection while being bombarded with the
overwhelming sensation of Remy pounding his cock into her, fucking her hard and
relentlessly. This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking she so often received from him,
or even the perfect mixture of dominance and pain mingled with pleasure that he
was so skilled at. He simply took in that moment. Every hard, bone-jarring
thrust was a statement of his claim. His hands gripped her hips hard while her
fingers twisted in the bedclothes for leverage. Thrusting her hips back,
meeting him stroke for stroke, she felt the first ripples of her climax just as
he erupted inside her. Feeling the hot rush of his seed pumping into her only
increased the intensity of her own climax. It left her gasping, breathless, and
utterly incapable of thought and speech as she collapsed onto the bed.

With a will of their own, her
eyes traveled to the small clock on the bedside table. It was just after two in
the afternoon. In less than ten hours they would face Dax and Farron. The fear
returned instantly, the tightness and heaviness in her gut an unwelcome
reminder of all that was at stake.

“I can’t stand it,” she said. “I
don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” Philippe said,
tugging her close and closing his arms around her. “I promise you, Lilly,
nothing will separate us.”

“I’ve never had anything this
good in my life... and I’ve never had anything good that lasted. You don’t
control life and death, Philippe. You can’t promise me that.”

“Yes, we can,” Remy assured her.
“We’ve been challenged many times, Lilly. That is one of the reasons we left
the compound and chose to limit our contact with the clan. We’ve never been
beaten.”

“Do you really think Dax and
Farron are going to fight fair?”

Philippe pressed her back onto
the bed. “Do you really think we will?”

Lilly couldn’t answer. His hand
had slid between her thighs, one callused finger strumming over her clit. “Philippe—”

“Ten hours from now, we will
face them. Until that time, we have better things to do.”

Chapter Five

Lilly donned the gown that had
arrived for her. It was a gift from Alphonse, and she had no idea how he had
known her size or where it had actually come from. The molded cups pushed her
breasts up, creating an alarming amount of cleavage, and the empire waist only
emphasized her curves more. The pale silver chiffon gradually darkened to a midnight black at the hem. Two beaded clasps at the shoulders were connected by a chain
that she hoped was comprised of crystals. She had the sinking feeling that it
cost more than her entire wardrobe. It came with a black velvet cape with a beaded
clasp that matched those on the gown.

“Do people really dress like
this here?”

Remy smiled. “Yes, they do.
These events are few and far between. You look stunning.”

Lilly looked in the mirror, at
her upswept hair and the elegant gown. It was certainly a far cry from what she
normally wore. Still, it was difficult to enjoy it when all she could think
about was the reason behind it. “I would rather be at home in New Orleans,
naked in our bed and dreading when the two of you would get up to go to the
club, instead of wondering whether or not you’ll be coming home again.”

“Philippe and I will come home.
By this time tomorrow night, our lives will all be back to normal.”

At that she smiled. “I don’t
know that we could ever call our lives normal.”

Philippe walked into the room,
wearing only a pair of leather pants, identical to the ones that Remy wore. “No.
Our lives are not normal. They are a hell of a lot better than normal.”

Lilly didn’t have a chance to
respond. A knock on the door prevented it. When Alphonse entered the suite, he
had two other council members with him.

“Lilly, I’ll escort you to the
stands. You will join the council in the viewing box. Marcus and Lucerne will
escort Remy and Philippe to the arena.”

She wanted to protest, to beg
everyone in the room to call off the entire thing. Even if it meant giving them
up, she would have, so long as they could live. The idea of something happening
to them was torturing her. But she knew it wouldn’t matter. Even if the council
agreed to rescind the challenge, Philippe and Remy wouldn’t. She allowed
Alphonse to lead her away.

With Lilly gone, Philippe turned
to the other council members. He didn’t have to look at Remy to know that he had
followed suit. “We have requests,” Philippe said.

Marcus responded. “We had
assumed you would.”

“Dax and Farron cannot have her.
Whatever has to be done, if we lose this battle, they cannot have her.”

“Steps have been taken to ensure
that Lilly can deny their claim if she chooses. We have made certain of it,”
Lucerne replied.

“Lilly should be free to live
her life,” Remy stated, “but we would request that the clan continue to offer
her protection and sanctuary should she ever require it.”

“She will have everything she
needs, and we will be certain that no harm befalls her,” Lucerne promised.

With Lilly’s future at least
partially assured, they left the suite and headed to the arena. Philippe was
acutely aware of the power of each man present. The very air around them was
charged with it.

* * * * *

Lilly was seated beside
Alphonse. The viewing box was a raised dais, much like something she’d seen at
a Renaissance fair for the jousting tournaments. The arena was a large circle,
bordered by standing stones. The very air inside that circle seemed different
somehow, heavily laden and foreboding. With her hands clenched in her lap, she
watched as a hooded figure walked the perimeter of the circle, lighting tall
torches.

“In all my years, I have never
seen anything as powerful as Remy and Philippe in dragon form,” Alphonse said. “They
are truly a sight to behold.”

“I’ve never seen them in dragon
form,” she said.

Alphonse must have sensed her
fear because he offered her a reassuring smile as he answered. “We can’t shift
outside the circle. Many centuries ago, the council made the choice for the
protection of the clan. The world has become smaller and smaller, Lilly, and
creatures like us must blend or be hunted. So every dragon is asked to forfeit
the power to transform outside the circle, for their own safety and for the
safety of their people.”

Dax and Farron entered the
circle then, escorted by other council members. They were completely naked
except for small, leather loincloths. They came to stand before the council’s
dais. They didn’t speak, but Lilly felt their eyes on her. It made her skin
crawl.

Only seconds later, Remy and
Philippe entered. Their leather pants had been exchanged for the same
loincloths that Dax and Farron wore. Her breath caught as looked at them, their
hard bodies rippling in the torchlight and their faces set in identical, stony
expressions. She’d never seen them look so cold, so angry, and so capable of
being utterly ruthless. It actually made her feel hopeful.

Jacques rose and faced them. “You
may take your positions, gentlemen, and you may resume your true forms.”