Breath of Memory (6 page)
She did nothing the next day. Ignored his breakfast and his message. Whatever it was, she wanted something different. She wanted him. She wanted him enough to close the curtains and live in the dark for a day, trying to convince herself
not
to want him.
The next morning she went downstairs to make coffee. No new gifts rested on the counter. Maybe he’d gotten the hint finally. But what was the hint? That she didn’t need him, when clearly she did?
She stared into her coffee, willing herself not to cry.
“Jill.”
His voice startled her. She looked into the shadows beyond the counter. He stood too far away, in the dimly lit entrance of the apartment, but it was him.
“Corey?”
“Hey, baby…”
She set her coffee on the counter, nearly missing the edge. Her heart pounded. “I missed you.”
He took a few hesitant steps into the apartment. “I missed you, too.”
“Is the Council looking for me, do you know?”
Corey pursed his lips. “I haven’t heard from Racha since we were together.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
His face constricted in such a conflicted expression, she felt sorry for him.
“She hasn’t called you yet… not in all this time?”
“I’m not trying to keep you prisoner or anything. I’m just… worried. It’s been two weeks since… Since I bonded you. I didn’t want you to leave before she got back and we decided how to keep the Council off our backs.”
“I will stay here for a million years if it means keeping my baby safe. And a million more if it means you forgive me enough to love me again.”
He walked toward her, a clever smile on his face. A moment later his hands slid down her back and pulled her to him. She trembled in his grip. God, he felt good. His body’s warmth, the hardness of every angle she could feel through his clothes.
“I never stopped loving you, Jill. Never. If you want his child, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. Dragons or no dragons.”
~~~
“You taste like bananas today,” Corey teased. He resisted the urge to stay in position and give Jill another orgasm with his tongue. She hadn’t tasted like bananas, but she’d tasted amazing. Every time. And every time he’d mentioned fruit during the past two days, she disappeared to her shower immediately afterward. It gave him the time to try to call Racha.
Where the fuck was she? He was beyond worried. Their feed had cut out after him fucking Jill and telling her he loved her. Which was no lie, but his other lover had been watching. Or might have been. Jesus, he needed to talk to her.
Giving in to Jill’s teasing over the subsequent two weeks had been second nature, but he sensed Jill was just as worried. He finally decided the best thing was to confide in Jill. Except that only worried Jill more, which was the last thing he wanted to do.
The remnants of his latest tryst with Jill were strewn around the kitchen. His shirt, her panties. All the rest of her clothes for that matter.
The scattered clothes reminded him of how much he loved her naked, and how much he’d discouraged Racha of exactly the same thing from the very start. He’d made so many mistakes with Racha. Impulsively, he grabbed his phone and sent her a text.
I want you naked. As often as possible. Fuck the temple. When are you coming home?
He found Jill in her shower. He stood for a moment outside the enclosure, just watching water slide down her back. She looked back at him and smiled, then turned away. She spread her thighs and tilted her hips, letting the stream of the shower cascade between her thighs.
He shed the rest of his clothes and stepped inside the wide enclosure.
Jill pressed against him instantly when he embraced her under the water. She released a long breath and rested her head against his shoulder.
“Have you heard from her?”
The same worry over not hearing from Racha had tinged Jill’s mood during their lovemaking since he’d come home.
“Baby, she’s okay,” Corey said, turning her to face him.
“I’m worried about her, too. Mostly because you’re different now. You love her.”
“She’s easy to love.” He reached for the body wash and squirted a dollop into his palm behind her back.
“Unlike me?”
“Maybe, but the effort is worth it.” He lathered the soap and smoothed it down her back, pausing at her ass and clutching both plump cheeks. He’d enjoyed every inch of her multiple times in the last day, marveling at all the little similarities and differences to Racha. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet her lips. A soft moan escaped her throat when his hands slipped between them and he rubbed soapy palms over her breasts, swirling the slick suds in circles around both nipples. They hardened instantly.
The stream of water disappeared from his back, but before he could turn to find out why, a second pair of naked breasts pressed against him from behind. A familiar pair of slender arms slipped around his waist in a tight embrace and he relaxed, the worry from the last few days disappearing instantly. She’d come home to him finally.
“I missed you,” he said over his shoulder.
“I would have called, but the Council isn’t always flexible. Kris and I were talking to them for several days straight. Now I just need a taste of you.”
He caught Jill slipping away shyly and gripped her hand, pulling her against him again. “Not so fast. If I’m stuck with you both, I’d like to enjoy it at least once.”
He turned in Racha’s arms and pulled both women closer beneath the steady stream of the shower. Racha reached for Jill and the two women came together in a tender embrace, their wet mouths colliding and hands sliding down across shimmering curves.
“I should get a camera…” Corey murmured. He stepped back, taking in the two of them.
“The hell you should.” Jill flashed him an irritated look. “You should come here.” She gripped him by the back of the neck and pulled him down to kiss her again. When he pulled away, Jill had a mischievous glint in her eyes. “It’s my turn to watch,” she said. “Give her what she needs.”
“My pleasure.” He lifted Racha off her feet and turned, pressing her against the tiled wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips and sighed as he positioned the tip of his hard cock between her thighs. He slid deep inside with one slow thrust.
Her tight, hot sheath felt amazing, but it wasn’t quite enough for his current appetite. He beckoned to Jill. Now that he had her back, he couldn’t bring himself to stop touching her. “I need you, too.”
Racha braced her hands against his shoulders and began riding him, her breath coming in soft pants against his ear. She turned her head and reached for Jill, too. “
We
need you,” she corrected. As the women’s lips slid together, Corey pressed Racha harder against the wall so that her ass rested on the tiled ledge. He braced one hand flat for leverage to fuck her deeper. He reached for Jill, cupped her breast with his free hand, slid wet fingertips down her stomach to the thatch of dark blond curls between her thighs. She leaned closer, moaning against Racha’s mouth when his fingertips slid between her hot, slick folds, slippery from her arousal more than from the water.
The women parted, gasping harsh breaths in tandem. Jill leaned back against the wet wall next to Racha. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes in pleasure when he sank two fingers into her and rubbed her throbbing clit with his thumb.
“Fuck, you both feel so good,” Corey said.
The pitch of Racha’s moans changed, the clench of her muscles around his cock urging him to the point of no return. Her hips undulated, forcing him deeper with each thrust until he was sure he’d drown in her. He kept his eyes on Jill’s face, then skimmed a glance down to where her hands cupped her own breasts and she steadily swirled fingertips over her nipples.
“Come for me,” he urged. “That’s right. Oh, fuck yeah.”
His cock spasmed, the tightening of Racha’s pussy and her cries of pleasure pulling his orgasm from him. His fingers faltered between Jill’s thighs when the blinding rush of ecstasy washed through him. She arched her back and clung to him suddenly. Her hips jerked against his hand and she gripped his wrist, riding her own orgasm and soaking his fingers with her slick juices. The glow of the magic shimmered on their skin, the pale green light seeming to emanate from both women’s pores.
Jill’s mouth crashed against his, her tongue plunging into his mouth in a hungry search. Abruptly she stopped and sought out Racha, who responded in kind.
“Maybe you two just made a brother for my baby,” she said breathlessly. “Maybe all you need is a little extra power when you try.”
Corey met Racha’s gaze and nodded. “We can hope. Either way, I’m happy to keep trying with that extra help.”
The women slipped away from him then, leaving the steamy shower to dry off. He leaned against the shower wall, letting the water beat on the back of his neck and sighing deeply. He turned to look out the door in time to see them hugging tightly, no animosity at all between them—only acceptance.
For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was on his way to unmitigated joy. “No thanks to yourself,” he whispered.
Thank you for enjoying Rising Dragons. Please look for
Rising Dragons Book 3
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Camille never believed she could capture the attention of the object of her desire, the gorgeous, irreverent geologist, Eben. Now she is over the moon with happiness at being adored not only by him, but the Dragon Guardian, Roka, who she awakened during the Ritual with her virgin blood.
But when a black dragon, a Shadow named Rafe, shows up unannounced and in dire need of help, their perfect trio is forced to split. Without the Guardian’s balancing influence, Camille and Eben find themselves at odds over their new mission: rejoining Erika to help locate the lost fragment of the Verdanith, the magical artifact that will enhance dragon fertility and allow Camille to conceive Roka’s child.
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Will she and Eben be able to overcome their differences and find their way back to the love they first shared? Will their idyllic trio be reunited after Roka completes his mission?
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From fantasy erotica to sci-fi and contemporary, exploring the baser urges of the human psyche is what gets Ophelia Bell going. There’s nothing more beautiful than two people (or three, or four… or more!) lost in the throes of ecstasy. Skin on skin, urgent whispered pleas, the scent of sex and the salty taste of sweat. Nothing is more yummy than a good, juicy erotic story. If you have the same mindset you’ll love reading these books as much as she loves writing them.
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