Chapter 48
Saxon
I’ve never felt as fulfilled as I am right now. I gaze deeply into Rosomon’s eyes, witnessing her intense pleasure as she submits to Zogar’s massive tool.
I’ve seen him fuck her before—he all but forced me to watch—but that time I was in shock and not locked into her eyes. I knew she felt pleasure but didn’t understand quite how much.
When he took her in that magical castle in Lymbo, I thought he might have cast a spell upon her, or cast one on Tynan and me.
I thought it possible that he’d created yet another illusion to make us believe his thick tool was inside her, or a spell to make us believe her pain was pleasure.
But there is no denying her pleasure right now.
And now that I can feel the Darkness more easily, I’m certain no magic is involved in what he’s doing to her.
Watching her in such ecstasy fills me with joy. Tiny puffs of air drift from her opened lips, bathing my face every time she absorbs a hard thrust, and the impact of each drive is evident in her eyes too.
I’ve never seen eyes as expressive as Rosomon’s. And along with conveying her pleasure, her eyes are telling me, over and over, that she loves me. That, by some miracle, her love for me didn’t fade over the time we were parted. I can tell that she loves me, even if she’s yet to say the words aloud.
While in the Darkness, Rosomon witnessed many awe-inspiring things.
Some she recounted, but others she held back.
She blushed when she told me she’d met vampyres and glossed over an ordeal with a demon—simply telling me that the demon tricked her, that she’d been in danger, but Zogar had rescued her from harm.
Shaking now, Rosomon leans her forehead against mine, and the sounds coming from her lips are more like faint whimpers. She’s had enough. I’m just about to tell Zogar to stop, when he asks her if she’s ready to climax.
I answer for her, and she shatters in my arms, convulsing around Zogar’s still pounding cock. Her head snaps back and my gaze finds hers again. Looking into her eyes, I tell her over and over that she’s well. That she’ll survive the intense pleasure, even if it feels as if it’s stopped her heart.
I’m starting to fear that it might actually do that. But Zogar’s thrusts slow, his hips jerk, and he roars. I assume that he too has reached his peak.
He pulls out of her, and his seed spills down her thighs. I gather her into my arms. He helps us sit safely on the mossy ground next to the cliff, and I rock her gently as her hands grip my neck. Soon, her eyes drift closed, and her hands fall onto my chest. She’s asleep.
Zogar sits not far from us. “May I touch her?” he asks. The pain in his eyes is palpable.
“Of course,” I answer softly. She’s his wife, not mine, but I don’t see any need to remind him of that. “She’s not hurt, Zogar, just exhausted.”
He swipes stray hairs from her flushed cheeks, looking at her with so much adoration my own heart expands. Then he shifts his position to lean back against the cliff beside me.
“What happened to her in the Darkness?” I ask him softly, thinking of the scar on her belly, but watching her face to make sure she’s asleep.
He shakes his head. “A demon pretended to be me and threatened to rape her. In the most brutal way.”
My heart stutters.
“He made that scar on her belly to mark her.” Zogar’s eyes narrow and his face twists in anger, then pain. “I should have known better. I thought she was safe. I never should have left her alone.”
I just nod, because I can’t bring myself to make him feel better about leaving her alone. He was the one who told us that no human female was safe in the Darkness. “She mentioned some vampyre club?”
Zogar shakes his head, but a soft smile brushes his expression. “There, she surprised me.”
“How so?”
His fingers gently stroke her legs that are hanging over the side of my lap. “She’s so brave. So adventurous.”
I agree, but now I’m concerned. “What happened? Tell me.”
He looks lovingly down at her sleeping face. “I feared she’d be repulsed or scared by the things we saw in that club. Instead, she became aroused.”
My eyes widen. “Aroused? By what? By vampyres killing humans?”
Chuckling softly, he shakes his head. “No. Sexual things. I’ll let her share the details with you.”
I nod. That’s fair enough.
We sit in silence for an uncomfortably long time. Then he knocks his head back against the stone so hard I fear for his skull.
“I’m grateful for you,” he says, his voice deep but quiet.
I turn toward him. “You don’t mind? About us?” I nod toward Rosomon.
“Sure, I mind.” He meets my gaze. “I wish she was mine and only mine, but my wife loves you.”
My heart expands, hearing him confirm Rosomon’s love for me. While she’s come close to saying it aloud, she still hasn’t. In time, I feel sure that she’ll tell me.
“I’m glad she has you.” Zogar sighs, deeply. “She could never love me like that.”
I tip my head to the side. “Why do you say that?”
He shakes his head. “Can we leave it there?”
“Sure.”
Zogar turns away from me, trying to hide his pain. Rosomon sighs in her sleep and shifts in my arms.
“Sorry, mate. I can’t leave it there.” I don’t want to force him to explain their relationship, but I need to know how their relationship impacts mine.
“Rosomon fears you don’t want me and Tynan in her life, anymore.
” I tell Zogar some of the fear she shared with me by that pool.
“She thinks you want her to stay faithful to you—sexually.”
His eyes narrow. “Tynan the traitor won’t live long enough to fuck her again.” He offers me a half grin. “But I’ll find a way to tolerate you.”
Relief floods my body so strongly I fear I might melt. “We should talk.”
“About what?” Zogar shakes his head as he leans back against the rock.
“How the future might look.” I look down to the beautiful woman sleeping in my arms. “Of course, we should discuss it with her, but it might help if you and I have an understanding.”
“You can fuck my wife. What else do you need to understand?” Zogar rakes back his hair and bends up one knee. “My wife is happy right now. Formalizing the future will scare her. She fears being controlled by men.”
“We wouldn’t control her.” I certainly wouldn’t, and I take note of how he keeps calling her his wife to make a point. “No matter what you and I discuss right now, all the final decisions are hers, right?”
Zogar nods. Then he switches which leg is bent and which is straight and brushes back his hair again. He’s clearly uncomfortable with this conversation.
I pause, trying to figure out what Zogar is so worried about. Everything that Rosomon has said or done tells me she has deep feelings for Zogar. But I have no way of knowing what went on between them while we were separated.
“I believe that she’d very much like a future that includes us both.” I say this, with less certainty than I feel. “But she’s your wife.”
“Yes, she is.” Zogar’s expression firms for a moment, then he looks down at her. “Before we wed, Rosomon made it clear that she didn’t want to be bound to any man, never mind two.”
“Or three,” I add. I’ll need more evidence before I believe that Tynan’s a traitor, and I feel certain she loves him, too.
Her eyes flutter open. “Did I fall asleep?”
“You did, ma chérie.” I smile down at her beautiful sleepy face. “You got quite a workout.”
Her hand reaches up to stroke my beard and brush my lips, and then she sits.
Zogar’s head is turned away from us. Shifting on my lap, she rises enough to draw his face around.
She kisses him, but he doesn’t seem to kiss her back.
Perhaps dragons don’t enjoy kissing? His legs flex, almost as if her kiss is causing him pain.
“That was amazing,” she says, holding his face and looking into his eyes. “Every time feels better than the last.”
His face flushes. A sight I never expected to see. But still, he doesn’t look comfortable or happy.
“I’m glad my cock gave you pleasure, while—” His gaze flicks toward me. “I’m glad you could extend your love making time with Saxon, even though it was me inside you.”
Rosomon shifts off my lap to straddle his outstretched leg, and she holds his face in her hands as she looks into his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Your happiness is the only thing that matters, my queen.” His words are stiff—but more sad than angry.
“Zogar, your happiness matters. It matters to me.”
His chest visibly expands on a long inhale.
Feeling like an intruder in this conversation, I stand, planning to sneak away so they can talk.
“Don’t go.” She reaches up and takes my hand, and her gaze drifts to my cock that grows stiffer under her watch. “My greatest wish is that we can…” She shakes her head. “I’m so greedy.”
“You’re not,” Zogar and I say in unison.
He brushes her cheek with the back of his hand. “Tell me what you want, my love.”
“I want to share everything, my entire life, with both of you.” She draws in a ragged breath. “I love both of you.” She looks between us. “I love you both so much.”
My heart nearly explodes with joy, and Zogar’s eyes widen. “You love… me?”
“Zogar, I love you so much. I’m sorry I haven’t said it aloud, but the last time I tried, you stopped me.”
She glances up at me, and I mouth, “I love you too.”
Zogar’s arms wrap around her, and he pulls her into a passionate kiss, one so ferocious there’s no chance she can breathe. I try to move away, but she keeps her hold on my hand, intertwining our fingers and pulling.
“Don’t go.” Her words rise toward me as Zogar transfers his kisses to her throat, then her shoulder. “I want—” she says breathlessly. “I need to keep both of you close to me right now. I need to feel you near me. I can’t lose either of you ever again.”
Zogar looks toward me with disbelief in his expression.
I nod. Then he lifts her, and his lips close around one of her breasts.
Her back arches as she cries out in pleasure, and she tugs my hand. “Hold me, Saxon,” she says softly. “I want to feel your strong heat against me. I want to know you’re here with me. I need to know that this isn’t a dream. That you’re safe.”
Zogar has extended both of his legs now, so I slide my hand over her shoulder, maintaining contact with her skin as I stand astride his legs.
Feeling me behind her, she lets my other hand go, and I lower myself to kneel, one leg on either side of Zogar’s, and I press my chest against her back as Zogar suckles her breasts.
She reaches behind to touch me, gently caressing my thigh, and my stiff cock grazes her back.
She moans and then turns to kiss me. Wrapping her arm around my head to hold it in place, her body slides gently against my hardness.