Chapter Seven
Thank you, Magic.
I had no idea what the universal power was attempting to achieve, but I had followed my instincts at its guiding and had found myself being offered my wildest dreams on a silver platter.
Hoping that I wasn’t giving my enthusiasm away, I nodded. “Whatever you need. I’m here. For both of you.”
Sage’s sweet face, lined with tension, softened out with gratitude.
Guilt swelled inside me. I was being selfish. I was taking this opportunity from fate and running with it because it was something that I desired. And Sage —sweet, loyal, caring Sage— was looking at me like I was making some kind of noble sacrifice.
Because sleeping with two hot, younger men is totally a hardship, my inner voice snarked.
Between Sage and me, Dexter whimpered. His skin was hot to touch, even with the layers of his clothing separating me from most of it, and he already appeared as though he’d been thoroughly debauched.
With sweat beading on his forehead and glassy, lust-blown eyes, he was a vision.
I could only imagine what he would look like once we had him spread out on a bed, stripped and satisfied at least once.
Fuck.
“Our place is closest,” Sage’s words interrupted my thoughts as we neared his Jeep, “and more private, too.”
I didn’t care much about privacy, but I had been raised in a different time.
Sage and Dexter had spent most of their lives entwined with human ideals, which extended to more conservative thoughts about sex.
I’d grown up when mating in fields —under the power of the moon with other couples and throuples scattered nearby— was considered perfectly normal.
And oh, the idea of dragging these beautiful men into the field behind the large farm house at our backs was a tempting one. With the full moon shining down on us, magic coursed beneath my veins, tingling in an almost electric way.
Dexter whined and shook his head. “Now,” he begged, “I can’t…home is too far. I need…I need you now.”
“Shit,” Sage murmured, eyes darting around, “Dex, baby, we’re in the middle of—”
“I don’t care!” Dexter wailed, wrenching free of our support and tugging at his shirt.
“I’m about to combust. My stomach aches, and my pants…
” he cringed. “They’re drenched. I need to get out of these clothes.
I need you —both of you— inside me. I…” he trailed off, groaning and clutching at his abdomen, curling over against what I assumed was a cramp of some kind. “I feel so empty that it hurts.”
Sage turned to face me, appearing helpless and lost.
Doing what I had always done, I followed my instincts and took charge.
I rubbed a hand over Dexter’s back, smiling softly as he arched into the touch like a cat.
“Then we’re going to take care of you now.
At least to tide you over enough to get you home, alright?
” Looking at Sage, I gestured over my shoulder, “The field behind the house is fairly dark and secluded. Nobody will be out there. Not with the party going on inside.”
“A field? You’re literally suggesting that we fuck in a field?” His incredulity was adorable.
“You can fuck me right here for all I care,” Dex interjected. “Please, just…do something now.”
Sage wrenched open the rear passenger door of the Jeep.
“Get in. We might as well drive back there instead of walk it. I think I’ve got some blankets in there, too.
” As I helped Dexter inside, the redhead asked, “Are you sure you can’t make it the ten minutes it will take to get home?
What if…what if Sergio, uh, takes the edge off while I drive? ”
Dexter huffed. “Fine. Whatever. I just…I need…”
The rear seats of the Jeep were cramped quarters, but that didn’t prevent Dexter from wriggling out of his slick soiled jeans and underwear.
His relief was nearly palpable as he dropped the clothes on the floor at our feet with a muted, crumpled thud.
Then he slumped sideways across his seat, leaning his back against the window and spreading his legs as best he could, with one foot planted in my footwell.
The expression on his face was one of desperate pleading.
“Serge, please…”
I swallowed, ignoring the throbbing of my own cock in preference of providing him some kind of relief.
His cock, long and lean, was straining against his soft abdomen, flushed an angry red.
He was already stroking himself, revealing the dark purple head as he pulled the foreskin down.
Leaking with a nearly obscene amount of precum, it didn’t look like he needed any lube to make the motion smoother.
The engine rumbled to life as I moved forward in the tight space of the backseat, encouraged by his wanton, sibilant “Yesss” when I planted my hand on the inside of his thigh, spreading his legs farther apart.
The scent of his slick hit me then, thick and heady in the Jeep’s combined cab. He smelled like sex and roasted marshmallows; sweet, salty, and smoky. It was a concentrated version of his natural dragon scent with the addition of something more primal and sensual. My mouth watered.
In the driver’s seat, Sage gasped and I felt the car veer sideways before being instantly corrected.
“Are you going to manage the ten-minute drive home?” I asked him, my voice sounding far gravellier to my own ears than it ever had before. “Or should we switch course for a field?”
“What the fuck is it with you and fields?” he sassed back, before answering, “I’m fine. He just…he smells so good.” He didn’t need to voice how Dexter’s scent had affected him. I understood.
Hell, I more than understood. I was experiencing such an intense desire, I didn’t think I had the words to articulate my need at that moment.
Dexter whined and bucked his hips, releasing another waft of that insatiable scent. “You promised…”
“Shhhh,” I crooned, my gaze back on Dexter’s writhing form, catching glimpses of smooth, youthful skin with the flickering light from the moon and few streetlights we passed as we drove. “I’ve got you, dear-heart. Let me help.”
“Please—Oh!” he gasped as I slid my index and middle fingers into his wet heat slowly. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a strangled, “More.”
Gods, I wanted to give him more. More of everything.
My fingers, my tongue, my cock…He already felt exquisite wrapped around my digits.
As heated as his skin was to touch, so was his slicked-up channel.
He was wet and ready to be taken by something much thicker than just two of my fingers, but as much as I wanted to bury myself in him, the backseat of Sage’s car was not the place for that.
Maybe if I was a few centuries younger…
I smirked to myself at the thought, imagining contorting myself around and over him in the confined space, like I might have had the flexibility to do when I was his age.
To be fair, I could have probably managed it now, too, but I also knew that he had asked for both me and Sage, and with Sage driving, that was out of the question.
Besides, wouldn’t it be so much nicer to draw the experience out?
I couldn’t dream that this would be more than just heat sex.
It was obvious that Dexter and Sage had a connection and a history between them, and for all of my fantasies of watching them together, I couldn’t imagine a place for myself between them. Not permanently.
Dexter bucked his hips again, forcing my fingers in deeper. He moaned and I felt more slick spill from him, around my fingers and down over the curve of his ass.
“More,” he demanded again, and I was dimly aware of Sage’s heavy breathing from the driver’s seat.
Knowing he could take it, I pulled out and then thrust three fingers back inside him, delighting in the way the young dragon’s back bowed and another rush of slick escaped him.
When I curled my fingers and prodded at his prostate, he cried out and clenched around me, while his self-administered strokes to his own cock became more frantic.
“A-again,” he begged. “Serge, again. Please. I need…I need…”
He needs a knot, I thought with mild dismay, knowing it was not something I could provide. To compensate, I curled my fingers again and pushed them forward and back as far as I could, attempting to emulate the sensation of filling him with something much thicker.
“Fuck!” he shouted, rolling his hips in sync with the movement of my hand. “Fuck that feels amazing. More. More. Mo—oh fuck.”
His body seemed to seize up as the orgasm overtook him, his hole clamping around my fingers like a vise as ropes of cum spurted over his own hand, landing —from what I could see in the alternating patches of darkness and moonlight— over his shirt, his jaw, and the back of the passenger seat.
Simultaneously, I felt a wave of slick enveloping my fingers, spilling out of him when I finally pulled my hand away.
I watched, mesmerized, as his hole twitched, barely hearing his whimpered, “More.”
“Are we almost there?” I asked Sage, finally glancing up to take in Dexter’s flushed, sweaty, cum-spattered face. His expression wasn’t one of blissful relief, but of renewed desperation and need.
“Pulling into our street now,” Sage answered, his own voice ragged. “L-less than a minute away.”
Dexter whined and thrust his hips helplessly.
“You’re doing so well, dear-heart,” I told him soothingly, struggling to ignore the ache in my own pants in preference of focusing on his discomfort.
My beta was stamping at the ground in my mind, spreading his wings and flapping them with a decidedly anxious energy.
I had never felt him so restless before.
I swallowed, determined not to let my baser reactions distract me from looking after the distressed omega. “Did that help at all?”
He bit his lip and nodded, then cringed and rubbed at his abdomen. “I need more, though.”
My cock throbbed as the need to give him more almost overwhelmed me.
The car slowed and then bounced as we turned and drove over the bump of the curb, darkness surrounding us as Sage parked in the garage.
He scrambled his way out of the driver’s seat and, within moments, flung Dexter’s door open, catching the blond omega as he fell backwards into Sage’s waiting arms.
I watched with rising arousal as Sage wasted no time dipping down to lock his lips with Dexter’s.
Gods, I mused in awe, they’re gorgeous together.
And, at least for the night, they would both be mine.