He nodded slowly. “Yes. Blood is power. Just as for us sex is power.”
“Is that all they drink?”
“No, no… they need food too. Not only blood.” He looked up at the sky full of stars. “Blood is important to them. They won’t take without permission, and they won’t share unless it suits them.” Turning slowly, he considered me sitting there. “Being bitten to share your blood is one of the most gods-damned erotic things I’ve ever experienced. Their bite alone can make you come.”
“Kita?”
“Yes.” He flushed red.
“You had her bite your cock, didn’t you?” He cleared his throat, and I started laughing. “You did, you goddamned filthy bugger!”
“She was there, I was hard…”
I couldn’t stop laughing and flopped down on my back, trying to control it. “You are far, far more filthy than you’ve let me know!”
“I wouldn’t call it filthy,” he said, leaning back with me. “I would call it…adventurous.”
Lifting an eyebrow, I stared at him. “I would call it filthy.”
He rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m filthy.”
“I like that about you,” I admitted.
His hand traced circles on my stomach, and we just laid there for a few minutes in the dark.
“Roran?”
“Yes, Kimber?”
“Do you…do you prefer men?”
He didn’t answer me right away but kept making tiny little circles with his fingers. “I can guess why you ask that. I’m always after Dorian. But I don’t. Not really. I like both, men and women. It probably took me five centuries to consider a male partner. Rilen and I mated Dorian a thousand years ago. It’s been all we’ve really known. I seem to be a little more randy than my brother, so... I sought him out more often.”
His hand slipped below the waist of the pants I was wearing and down between my legs. “But this… this is also ever so lovely. Soft and responsive. And you taste like nothing else in the world.” Fingers stroked over my labia, dipping in to touch my clit, and then circle my entrance. “I don’t prefer men. I prefer something real. Something I can love, and comfort and support and fight, both for and with. Something that might want all that back.”
“Rilen said you’ve shared women a few times…”
Working around my waist, I could feel the tickle of his new, more powerful magic over my skin as he peeled away my pants. “We did, but never anyone like you. They were flings. Just something to switch up our bedroom antics. There will never be anyone else in our bed but you now.” He rolled to rest between my legs, at my now bare and ready pussy. “I love your eyes. The angry, cold blue flash, and the deep, welcoming green. There are so few people with eyes like yours.”
I slipped his pants down over his hips and to his thighs, his heavy erection still pointing up at his stomach.
Hardwas an understatement.
Grabbing one of the globes of his ass, I pulled him down, into me, fitting him against me, and he slipped down inside me.
“I sincerely hope you and your twin never ask me to judge a bigger cock contest, because there’s no way I could make the call.”
“We are identical,” he breathed, his hips taking a gentle, slow rhythm.
“Mmm,” I answered, enjoying the slow burn of his cock stretching and filling me. “I’m glad we’re druids. It’s so much fun finding power.”
A touch of his magic tickled my clit while he held his rhythm. “You don’t mind being our little harem mistress?”
“No, not at all, not when I get—ohhhh—to fuck you all almost at will,” I answered, lending a little motion of my hips to his.
He leaned down on his elbows and smoothed my hair from my forehead. “The bedroom is much more fun with you there.”
I kissed his nose as a little more magic tickled my clit. “I also like watching you three.”
