Dragon Void (Immortal Dragons Book 2) (14 page)

A low chuckle came through the speaker. “I’m not thrilled, no, but we don’t exactly have the luxury of saying no, here. I just want to make sure you didn’t think we were jumping at the chance to fuck each other’s women. If there were any other way… God, Evie, if it could be me, you have to know I would be the one down there with you. But whatever
you
want is what I want. If the pair of them together is what you need, then you have my blessing. But fuck, I’m going to go mad imagining that situation.”

“Are you sure, Marcus? I want you, too.”

“I’m sure. I love you.”

After that, she only heard dead air. Evie set the radio on the table with her hand still resting on it, unwilling to give up that brief connection she’d had to Marcus. She closed her eyes, trying to hold in her mind the sound of his voice before it faded.

A gentle grip pulled her hand away from the radio. She opened her eyes to see Naaz’s huge, dark, and entirely seductive form in front of her. The man was so beautiful it hurt to look at him. He’d been the first of them to try to talk to her, but all she could do was stare at him, marveling at how a man could be made so perfectly and still be human.

Finally, they’d sent Sterlyn instead and she’d relaxed and opened up. Sterlyn was perfectly imperfect. He was gorgeous, but had obvious scars. His teeth weren’t quite straight, he didn’t wear his exhaustion well, and seemed prone to broodiness. Entirely
human,
right down to his blue eyes and perpetual five-o’clock shadow. On the rare occasions she did see him happy, he virtually glowed.

Naaz was a statue of a god. Bigger than life, more beautiful, and completely devoid of a soul. At least, that was what she’d thought at first, until the day he’d shown his wound to her. It had taken months after first talking to him before his shell had finally cracked, and it had only been for a moment that Evie had seen the truth of the pain he hid inside. His demeanor hadn’t changed with her, but her reactions to him had changed. He was simply a deep well. All stone on the surface, but filled with dark waters that would drown you if you weren’t careful. The tiny flame inside her sparked again when she looked at him, just as it always did. She considered the pair of men her best friends as surely as she considered Marcus her soul mate.

“You don’t want to be loved tonight, so Sterlyn says,” Naaz said, his voice as rough and deep as a thunderstorm. One of his large hands gripped her naked hip and squeezed. “You want rough, or gentle fucking?”

His touch made her entire body tingle and she leaned into his hand.

“As rough as you can make it until I tell you otherwise,” she said.

Naaz chuckled. “Marcus is a gentle lover, I take it?”

“Not always, but he’s attentive. Make me beg.”

Sterlyn’s warm body slid behind her, trapping her between the two of them. His mouth found her throat, trailing hotly over her sensitive skin. She went rigid from the surprising pleasure at first, then sank back into him, watching Naaz from beneath her lashes.

Sterlyn pulled her back the few steps it took to get to her tiny bed and sat, urging her onto his lap.

“We’ve got you,” he whispered. “Nothing you don’t want tonight, all right?”

Evie shifted back as though trying to escape the looming form of Naaz, who finally knelt down and settled between her thighs, gripping them to keep her from moving more.

“I plan on fucking you until you scream, but right now, I want to know if you taste the way Marcus says you do.”

Evie couldn’t move, trapped as she was with Sterlyn’s arms wrapped around her torso, his lips brushing up and down her neck and his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs steadily moving in circles over her nipples.

Naaz gripped her thighs and held them tight enough to bruise. His dark head bent and his lips pressed lightly against her folds in a soft kiss that grew deeper and deeper. His tongue flitted over her swollen flesh once before sinking in and tasting her with a soft moan of pleasure.

“Jesus, he wasn’t lying,” he said after pulling back for breath.

Evie felt flushed and greedy from his mouth. She wanted more.

“Are you ready to beg, yet?” Naaz asked, smiling a sweet smile at her with lips that still glistened from her juices. Sometimes he was so cocky she wanted to smack the pretty off him, but right now she reveled in being worshiped by a man so beautiful.

While he stared down at her and Sterlyn kept kneading her breasts from behind, Naaz sank two fingers deep into her.

“So wet,” he murmured, holding her gaze.

Evie whimpered as his two fingers twisted and curled inside her, rubbing precisely the way Marcus’s did. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she smiled as the understanding that he had coached these two to touch her this way. Her clit throbbed and she tried to ignore the soft squelch of Naaz’s thrusting into her wet depths.

But then he was gone, and her entire body rejected the absence of his touch.

“You bastard!” She opened her eyes to see him sitting back on his heels and smiling wickedly as he slowly stripped off his shirt, then stood and removed his boots and pants.

“You said you wanted us to make you beg,” he replied.

Before she could retort, she found herself thrown down onto her cot with Sterlyn hovering over her. His mouth found one breast and claimed it, sucking and toying at her nipple while his fingers teased lightly between her thighs, then ventured deeper. He was gentler yet more persistent than Naaz. Her already aroused senses couldn’t handle the increased prodding at her most sensitive area, that perfect little bundle of nerves inside her behind her pubic bone.

She wished he wouldn’t stop. Desperation ruled her in that moment while he teased her with his mouth sucking her nipples, back and forth, urging her to heights that would make her scream if he’d only take her to the end. Sterlyn seemed to know the exact right moment to stop.

“We’re supposed to fuck you, remember?” he said by way of excuse when he pulled back and stood to undress.

They both stood there by her bed, stroking themselves so casually she’d have thought they were trying to torture her until she saw the needy looks in their eyes. They were barely restraining themselves.

Marcus
, she thought. He’d laid down the law. But she wanted them, and they wanted her to beg.

“Please, fuck me. Both of you. Fuck me until I beg you to stop.”

She sat up and reached for Naaz. His cock looked so delicious, so long and smooth. He stepped closer and gazed down with a look of pure lust. As she took him into her mouth, Sterlyn slid in behind her, straddling her hips. He gripped her hips with both hands and she rose up, her soaking core aching to feel him inside her. One hand remained on her hip, keeping her poised over his lap while the fingers of the other slipped between her folds, teasing enough for her to lose track of what she was doing with Naaz’s cock.

Soon the thick, hot head of his cock replaced his fingers, sliding up and down along her slit until he finally urged her to sink down. The thick weight of him stretched her in the most glorious way, filling her bit by bit, and she savored the slick friction as much as she savored the taste of Naaz’s salty skin.

She let Sterlyn set the pace with his hands on her hips, but that wasn’t good enough. She let out a whimper of dissatisfaction around Naaz’s cock and found his hand against her chin, pulling her off him.

“You need to lose control, baby. Just let go, let us take over.”

Evie nodded. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. She found herself lifted off Sterlyn and bodily turned, positioned face down in her pillows with her ass high in the air. Her pussy ached to be filled and soon enough it was. She had no idea whose cock it was, but she didn’t want to know. She knew it was one of them, and that was enough.

A hand steadily stroked her back and kneaded her ass and thighs while she was pounded from behind. A bold finger even pressed between her ass cheeks, slid down to gather moisture, and back up again, swirling around the small opening, and she let out a little cry of encouragement.

The finger delved deeper and another joined it. Another hand slid between her thighs in front, finding her throbbing clit and rubbing in slow circles. Still more hands found her breasts and a warm mouth pressed against her ear.

“That’ll be my cock in that tight little cunt of yours in a few minutes,” Naaz said. “I’m going to fuck you so well you’ll forget your own name. Maybe I’ll even take that pretty ass of yours while Sterlyn fucks your pussy again. We’ll fill you up with our hot spunk until you’re overflowing, then fuck you again.”

His voice was as smooth and seductive as the man himself, his warm fingers tugging and pinching her nipples until she was nothing but a swirling bundle of sensations, inside and out. Sterlyn’s thrusts sped up, his hips smacking hard against her ass, his balls brushing against her thighs with each rough shove into her.

Every sensitive inch of her inner flesh rejoiced at the pleasure. It swelled inside her, growing more potent with each caress, each kiss, each plunge of Sterlyn’s invading cock and fingers. He let out a desperate groan and slammed hard, the head of his cock reaching so deep she imagined she could taste him. With that last thrust, hot fluid flooded into her along with a familiar tingling current of the sweetest magic. Evie flew to pieces then, coming hard and slamming back against the cock that filled her.

Evie clenched her eyes shut tightly, bewildered at the sensation of the magic that was so similar to Marcus’s, yet so different. The fact that Sterlyn had shared it with her at all meant he was even more like Marcus than she’d realized.

Then it clicked—all three of them were Blessed. All three altered in the same way. It had to be dragon blood that had changed them, and from Naaz’s story of how he came to be here, how old he really was, it had to be immortal dragon blood.

Still dazed at the realization, she found herself being pulled off the small bed into a pair of strong, comforting arms. Naaz cradled her against him, stroking her gently while she came down from her orgasm and her revelation. He bent his head to kiss her, and she responded with ardor, wrapping her arms around his neck and moving against him, eager for more. She wanted to feel his power filling her now, to confirm her belief as much as for the pleasure of it. The magic made her feel alive for the first time in years. It reminded her of who she was and what her purpose was. This was only a piece of her journey and as inevitable as the sunrise, which she knew still occurred daily, even though she hadn’t seen it in what seemed like eons.

She let Naaz shift her and moved straddle his hips with his huge cock sandwiched between them. She lifted up and gazed into Naaz’s perfect face as she slid down onto him, her pussy slick and dripping with the combined juices of both Sterlyn and herself.

“You’re a genius,” she whispered.

Naaz looked too enthralled to even answer, his expression lost. “You’re the genius,” he whispered as he thrust into her. “This is the first time I’ve come close to forgetting that I can’t save her.”

Evie pressed her tender lips against his and stroked his cheeks as she fucked him. “We will,” she whispered. “If it’s the last thing I do, we’ll save them all.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ked

Dragon Monastery, Sunda Islands

Present Day

K
ed gritted his teeth in outrage over what she had endured. The memories of the pleasure did nothing to overpower the despicable nature of what they had all been compelled to do. Nikhil had outdone himself and Ked’s darkness surged forth again with the desire to rip the man to pieces.

Evie’s aura of bittersweet arousal sank into him with every word of her retelling of the event and only made him ache more deeply to bond with her. To mark her so that she would feel completely safe and loved once and for all. He had to hold back until all the pieces fell into place. Marcus was the biggest piece, which became glaringly evident after Evie’s latest telling of their history, and of the intense reaction of Marcus pulsing in Ked’s mind.

“You said you’ve been pregnant twice before.” Ked squeezed her arm to capture her attention again, to bring her back to him. “I take it that was only the first time?”

Evie let out a shuddering sigh and shook her head. “If I don’t count all the times before that barely even lasted a day, yes. After that first night with Sterlyn and Naaz, I became pregnant, and it almost seemed like it would be viable. I can’t say any of us were particularly happy about it once we found out, but they’d done their job as far as Sayid was concerned, and I started to have hope, if you can believe it.”

“But it didn’t last.” In the shadows of his mind, he felt Marcus withdraw again in shame and anger, erecting a new wall between them.

Evie looked up at him with wide eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her eyelids slid closed and she shook her head. “No. Nearly two months later, I miscarried. And the second time was the same, but the pregnancy failed sooner.”

“Did they come to you any other times without their leader’s instructions? Together or apart?”

“After the first time, yes, but only once. They didn’t want to risk Sayid starting to think they had a soft spot for me, or I’d wind up collateral just like Neela and Zamirah.”

Evie grew quiet and sank limply in his arms, as though she were exhausted. She’d been wound so tightly Ked found it difficult not to lay a comforting hand on her, but if he had, he’d distract her from the telling and from Marcus’s reciprocation of his own part of the story.

Now that she was done, Ked’s body was on high alert. His cock raged to take her, yet he simply held her, happy that she was in his arms. She wasn’t fully his, though, if her distant look was any indication. As comfortable as she was resting against him, her gaze out over the high balcony told him she was imagining something else.

He brushed his palm over her cheek and urged her to look at him.

When her dark eyes met his, her instant recognition struck hard inside him, triggering his power before he could control it. The room went black except for the two of them. Evie glowed brightly, her aura a stark contrast to the shroud of his power, and her shock was apparent.

“What the fuck did you do?” she asked.

Ked let out a low grumble. He needed to keep better control if he was going to be able to wait until Marcus came around before he marked her.

“You do this to me, Evie. But it isn’t just you and me in this little bubble right now. Marcus is too important to deny. If it were just you and me, I would make love to you now, mark you and make you mine. You still need him, though, because he’s the biological father. Your child carries my blood mixed with his. It is part dragon through the part of me that infuses his body, and unborn dragons need their parents’ energy to survive until birth.”

Evie smiled absently. “That’s your secret, isn’t it? That’s why I’m so drawn to Marcus.” Her eyes widened and she looked at him. “The other two Elites, what about them? I always felt a spark with them, but it was never as strong as it was with Marcus. Do they have your blood, too?”

“Yes, just not as much of it. Judging from what I’ve learned through Marcus’s memories, each of them has a different ratio of blood from myself and my brothers. Doubtless if you had been fated for Gavra or Aodh, you would have bonded with one of the other Elites instead. But it was Marcus, and it is his natural, human energy the child needs as much as mine.”

Her eyes clenched shut and he regretted the pain he saw on her face. “I need him, too,” she whispered. “I would rather die than lose him. I don’t care how close my bond is with you.”

When she opened her eyes, Ked knew she wasn’t lying.

“He isn’t making it easy on us, but we can change his mind together, especially if he knows the baby is his.”

“Are you sure that’s all the baby needs?” Evie asked, squeezing his arm. “I don’t think I can bear it if I lose another child.”

Ked hadn’t wanted to broach that issue with her so soon, but it wouldn’t be able to wait long. If there was even a drop of his brothers’ blood running through Marcus’s veins, it would be enough to pass on to the child. The baby may not need a lot from Aodh and Gavra, but it would need some. Still, he should wait until Marcus was healed and they could discuss the issue together.

“The baby will live, I promise you.”

If Ked had his way, this baby would live to be the bane of the Ultiori leader’s existence.

He slid his hand inside her robe and pressed his palm against her naked belly. The softness of her skin enticed him to trace his fingertips across her hips, trailing up and down her sides, over the tops of her thighs. She was so warm in his arms, so relaxed and pliant, so accepting that the darkness slipped away from him and the light of the rising sun illuminated them both again. Even though she’d been talking all night, telling her story, her aura pulsed with fresh energy.

Evie responded to his touch with a sigh.

“Please,” she said, even as her legs parted and his hand cupped the top of her thigh. His fingers brushed the delicate skin of her inner thigh, slick and wet with her arousal.

“Please what?” Ked murmured against her ear. “Please stop? Please go on? You need to tell me what to do. I want you more than I can say.”

“Please don’t leave me hanging,” she said. She shifted in his arms and her robe fell open, her perfect, pale skin gleaming in the growing light

Ked let his hand venture farther up her thigh and beyond the triangle of dark curls that lay between. Evie tilted her hips up and his fingers found her soft, wet center and slipped between, sinking deep inside her. She clenched around him so tightly he nearly groaned. He’d give her this small release now because he sensed her need, but he needed to take her to Marcus, not give in to his burning ache to spend the next week making love to her. If everything worked out, both he
and
Marcus would spend the next week making love to her.