Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Zephyr
My first mortal lover, my Ronin, is in heat.
To an eye as keen as mine, honed by months in this harem of bitten and bonded shifter mates and their primal biological instincts, I recognize all the signs.
His irritability.
His aggression.
His need.
His face is flushed, his breath harsh, his voice gone ragged. His powerful body, grazing my naked chest as I lurk behind him with arms wrapped around the taut column of his waist, radiates heat like a column of flame.
But for some reason, he doesn’t seem to want any of us to know.
Nor am I unaware of the subterranean currents—that damnable I trust you but I don’t dynamic—that swirl between Ronin and Ash.
Well, then.
’Tis time and more to ensure they get what they need.
Both of them.
Both these males I love so deeply.
At this delicious prospect, my cock swells and rises. Hard and urgent, trapped and questing between us, my shaft presses against the delicious flex of gluteal muscles and nestles into the hot crease of Ronin’s ass.
More than aware of my need, Ronin groans low in his throat and rubs into me like a cat.
But I have given him an order.
And I am never one to be disobeyed.
I push him firmly toward Ash, lower my hands, and step back.
With my command to edge Asher until he begs still ringing in all our ears, Ronin sinks lithely to a crouch. Like the predator my mortal lover always has been and always will be, Ronin mouths his way down the hard planes of Ash’s chest and the knotted expanse of his abdomen.
All the while, Ash’s massive body trembles and gasps and moans under the nipping suck of those punishing kisses as though he’s being strapped instead of seduced.
Of course, with him, the two extremes are very much the same.
Ash’s hips flex, mutely begging for more intimate attention. Hovering just beyond his desperate reach, Ronin licks the deep flexing vee of Ash’s Adonis belt, then bites his way down the corded bulge of Ash’s thigh.
Ronin is edging our shared lover, just as I commanded.
Forsooth, the effect is all I could have hoped.
Ash’s shaft rears from his thicket of wiry gray curls, a colossus ruddy and swollen and twitching with need. The double row of silver barbells that marches down his undershaft simply begs for my tongue.
Ash’s big hands hover in midair, desperate to grasp Ronin’s head and hasten his pleasure.
I lock onto my Seelie Prince’s hungry silver eyes, burning like supernovas in his rugged face, and tell him sternly, “Behave yourself, Asher. Else shall I have you restrained.”
“Oh, shoot, Sparrow,” Ash says on a groan, because I haven’t forbidden him to speak, only to move. “Him and me, the fact that we’re even together… that’s both of us behavin’.”
A muffled snort of agreement rises from Ronin, now crouching naked at my feet.
My head tilts to consider my Seelie consort. “Surely thou canst do better.”
Gaze searing into mine, Ash clasps his hands behind his back. His shoulders flex and his head drops in submission.
Snarling with satisfaction, Ronin nudges Ash’s thighs wide, exposing the flushed and quivering sack of royal Seelie bollocks.
I lower my hand to sleek over Ronin’s ebony hair and gather the gleaming curtain of his tresses in my fist.
“Go ahead and taste him,” I bend to purr at Ronin. “I know how greatly thou desires the feel of him on thy tongue.”
My speech is slipping, eroding to the dialect Zara calls ancient Fae formal that is a child’s first tongue in the Avalon court. In earlier times, when we fought in this harem as much as we fucked, they all perceived this quirk of my speech as a warning sign.
A sign that my control is slipping.
Tonight no one seems to mind.
“Gods.” Ronin looses a low growl. “Swear to fuck, Zeph, you don’t know the bloody half of it. Bloke makes me mental, always has done.”
Before I can soothe the aggression in this utterance with a balm of calming words, Ronin dives in to lick a single swipe of tongue from Ash’s balls up his shaft to his tip.
All three of us moan in unison.
Zara’s breathless voice, low and languid with passion, rises from somewhere behind Ash’s looming frame.
“Sweet Jesus, that’s hella hot,” my bride whispers. “Could you all kinda… sidle around a little? So we can all watch?”
At once Ash pivots, like the obedient minion he loves to be.
Ronin shifts with him, supple as a panther, to gift the rest of our lovers a better view of our intimacy.
Ah, Goddess. This new placement also gifts a direct view of my bride—pleasured and treasured by three of her kings at once—to me .
Lucius is crouched between Zara’s spread knees like the wolf he is, chestnut curls spilling down his back, head buried between our queen’s succulent thighs.
Zara lounges naked on the chaise before him, one arm curled languidly around the gorgeous mound of her fertile belly.
Her other arm winds around Neo, who kneels behind to brace her.
Our sweet boy bows over her, devout as an acolyte in a temple.
Reverently he cradles and caresses her lush breasts, even fuller and more abundant than usual as her fertile body ripens.
The dragon—Maxim—hovers over them all, erect and hungry. His arm flexes as he works his forked dragon dick, already weeping a thin shining ribbon of the copious precum that negates any need for lubricant, roughly in his own impatient fist.
His precum drizzles over the swell of Zara’s breasts and her pregnant belly.
Neo’s gentle hands smooth the dragon’s seed into the creamy softness of our queen’s winter-pale skin.
All too clearly, Maxim’s attention is divided between his aroused and breeding queen on one side and the damned kraken in heat, radiating sex from every pore, lurking with Vasili in the jacuzzi on the other.
That dragon is deciding whom to fuck.
Or at least, whom to fuck first.
I lock onto Maxim’s flaming golden orbs, slitted pupils blown wide with need, and flash him a feral grin.
Still fisting his dick, Maxim grins back at me. His dragonish gaze roams hungrily over my own erect and naked frame.
I don’t yet fuck him and, given his unfortunate history of abuse and neglect before he met our queen, I will never flog him.
But I don’t need to fuck a man or flog him to know how to make him climax.
Briefly I toy with the notion of doing those things for Maxim Rasputin now.
While the dragon follows my every movement with feverish focus, my hand trails over my chest to circle the sensitive nub of one nipple—already hard and tingling with anticipation.
Pleasure sparks along my skin and streaks through my synapses.
Holding the dragon’s fiery stare, my other hand slides down my belly, then curls around the tensile jut of my manhood.
A whispered curse, gasped in Ash’s broken voice, snaps my gaze back to him.
My first consort.
Lifting a brow at the dragon, I cock my head toward the scene playing out at my feet for my pleasure. With a final squeeze of my eager dick, I let my hand fall.
Maxim chuffs out a grunt of acknowledgement and turns back to Zara.
Tonight that dragon must fend for himself.
Ash and Ronin are the mates who need me now.
Ronin laps at the weeping crown of Ash’s shaft, still cruelly denying him the engulfment our Seelie Prince clearly craves. When Ash’s hips flex toward him, buttocks clenching with need, Ronin slaps Ash’s heavy balls to make him whimper.
Humming with approval, I sink to my knees behind Ronin. My hand slides down the sinewy line of Ronin’s back, ghosts over the taut flex of his ass, then dips between his legs to cup the hot silken sac of Ronin’s balls.
I squeeze his fullness and roll his bollocks between my fingers like grapes I intend to purchase at market. Ronin voices a strangled sound that rolls like gravel from his chest.
That is a sound he only makes when he’s in heat.
“Ah, sweet. You should have told me sooner.” I breathe in the dark ambergris spice that rises from the sleek curtain of Ronin’s hair. My free hand wanders over the straining muscle of his quadricep to enclose the hot length of his cock.
“Telling you now then, aren’t I?” Ronin grunts, brutal with need. “ Oh, fuck me. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
His hips punch forward into my fist. The heavy ring of his piercing bounces against my knuckles.
I sink my teeth into his deltoid in a warning nip and whisper, “Don’t stop what you’re doing to Asher. And I won’t stop what I’m doing to you.”
“Piece of cake for me, love.” Ronin huffs out a chuckle, then swirls his tongue around Ash’s straining length like a child with a lollypop.
I uphold my side of our bargain by pumping all those taut pulsing inches of Pendragon dick in a building rhythm. Truly, Ronin’s heat is riding him far too hard to wait.
Nor will the wait be long.
I pump him until Ronin throbs in my fist and spills a hot rush of seed over my fingers. His long deep groan of release makes his entire body vibrate.
I’ve given him his first climax, just to take the edge off.
Grinning to myself while Ronin shudders in my arms, I swipe my dripping fingers down the length of Ash’s straining erection to share with him the bounty of Ronin’s jizz.
Finally, I lick the remnants of Ronin’s musky spend from my fingers.
Without being told, Ronin leans in to lick his own seed delicately from Ash’s weeping dick.
“Geez Louise,” Ash whimpers on an indrawn breath. “The tongue on you, Firecracker.”
I adore that he’s bequeathed one of his quaint mortal nicknames on Ronin.
“Wow, that’s so… wow,” Neo breathes, eyes wide as hubcaps behind the steamy lenses of his green Christmas spectacles. His curly head lifts from Zara’s shoulder to fully absorb the monumental visual of Ash’s swollen dick, shining with saliva and purple with need.
“Mmmmm, yeah, that’s nice.” Zara sighs on a long exhale.
Leaning my cheek against Ronin’s still-quivering back, I turn toward my bride to savor her pleasure.