My cock leaks into the water, and I growl. I cannot lose control now, not with the darkling and the wind spirit watching.
With a snarl, I withdraw from her body. When she whimpers in protest, I turn her so she is floating on the water. Then I sink low and plunge my tongue inside her. Now she will cum for me.
Kaelun steps forward, and I lift my head to snarl at him in warning, but all he does is support Yalina’s head and neck as she floats, laid out for me like a meal. With a huff of acceptance, I lower my head and return to my task.
She is slick and sweet, with a drugging intensity that blurs my thoughts. I lick her faster, slicking my tongue along that upper wall until she’s moaning.
Jah’ruud wades alongside us and looks at me in question. When I do nothing to stop him, he reaches out and rubs atthe sweet spot where her nub of pleasure lies hidden. Is this what sharing her looks like? It is not at all what I expected, but as her flavor grows sweet and she begins to shudder with her approaching climax, it tastes pretty good to me.
I feel the tension rise in her as the dual pleasure takes her higher. She bucks, but Kaelun holds her steady. I increase the speed of my licking, working her in time with Jah’ruud until she groans. Her belly tenses. Then my mouth is flooded with a gush of her juice, rich and heady and salty sweet with the flavor of her release. My reward for giving her what she wants.
It is more than enough.
She sighs. I slow my tongue, letting her come down from her climax as she floats on the water. But I cannot wait long. The need to be inside her is too great.
I turn her, pushing her forward so that I can enter her from behind. As I do, Kaelun moves again to hold her up, and this time I accept it without question or warning. Yalina wraps her arms around his neck.
I slide inside and have to shut my eyes and lean forward, breathing in the scent of her, willing my seed down so I do not spill in a moment and embarrass myself.
When it passes and I open my eyes again, it’s to the sight of Jah’ruud fucking Kaelun as Yalina clings on around his neck.
I don’t know what comes over me then. I feel their rising need build as mine does, one firm thrust at a time, one whispered curse, one soft moan or gasp of breath.
Yalina’s body grips me so tightly. She cries out as Kaelun cups her pert breasts and teases both nipples with his thumbs and forefingers while I keep fucking her. She has echoed my thoughts, but I cannot reply. My hips snap forward, sending a blinding pleasure up my spine with every thrust. Every plunge of my body into her sweetness.
Water sloshes around us and my core boils. “Are you ready, rhkash?”
She nods.
“Say it.”
She tips her head back, mouth hanging open as I continue to pound into her, my desperation growing. “I am ready.”
With a growl, I capture her neck in my jaws, sinking my teeth into her succulent flesh, tasting her blood as I feed her my venom. She gasps. Her body clenches tight around me, shock or pleasure making her jerk in my arms. Then she lets out a long moan and flutters around me, and it’s all too much.
With the tangy flavor of her blood on my tongue, I plunge deep inside, claiming her once again. My seed in her belly, my teeth in her flesh. Mine. And beside us two deep masculine groans match mine as Jah’ruud and Kaelun finish their heated coupling and stop, spent.
Somehow we drag ourselves to the riverbank and collapse onto the sand and mud.
Yalina lifts a hand to gently cup my face and trace her thumb across my cheek. I sigh. For her I would do anything. Suffer any indignity.
But perhaps sharing her will not be as taxing as I thought.
Yalina
Some of the tension has dropped from our party as we dry and make our way back to the campsite. Or perhaps what I sense is the tension has transformed into a different type—all the males casting curious looks at one another in the wake of what we shared. I cannot stop running over the scene in my mind, body clenching with phantom pleasure as I remember how they held and touched me, working together for once rather than in opposition to each other.
But will it last? And how will the Tarquenorian court and my own people view our union? It is certainly unconventional. My neck is still tender with Aurelion’s bite, but already my mind must turn to my kingdom and my people.
I sit on my bedroll for a long time, lost in thought about how to manage my marriage and the ceremony and all the things which must be organized when we return to Vathira. Trying not to think about the confrontation with Tharael. I must be strong. This cannot go unanswered. Still, I hope this has all been some misunderstanding.
Eventually, Jah’ruud pulls me into his arms and Kaelun snuggles close. Finally Aurelion crawls over and lays his head in my lap tentatively, as if he will jump up if anyone makes the slightest move. I hold my breath for a long moment as I slowly touch my fingertips to his hair. He sighs, and we all relax. I stroke his long, dark hair back from his forehead until I fall asleep and have the best rest I have had in weeks.
At the gates, the guards of Tarquenor are vigilant, but when Aurelion explains who we are, they stand aside and let us pass. The dragon city is full of incredibly tall buildings—towers that stretch up into the sky. The street below is cast in shadow, a relief from the hot sun.
Most of the people on the streets are dragons, their large wings tucked tightly behind them, but I’m surprised to see many humans among them. All of them give us interested looks. Jah’ruud’s pale skin and tall figure stands out here as it does everywhere.
The horses wicker nervously as we pass between the towers along a long narrow boulevard leading to the palace. Rather than fly ahead, Aurelion sticks close, walking with us on foot. I think he is on edge too, just like the horses. It certainly does not make me feel at ease.
