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 istotallya 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 imaginewhat 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.
Andoh, 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 younow.”
“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 stomachaches, 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…Ineed…”
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 thedark 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.
“Areyougoing 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 smellssogood.” He didn’t need to voice how Dexter’s scent had affected him. I understood.
