Sleeping Dragons Omnibus (8 page)

Her own sweet finale was only just subsiding when she finally opened her eyes to look down. Roka’s white hair and majestic horns were all she saw. His tongue still teased alternately between her pussy lips and over the delicate, pink sack of Eben’s balls.

Roka stood and reached out a hand to her. It was such an incongruous gesture after what he’d just done she wasn’t quite sure how to respond, but after a second she reached up and laid her palm on his. In a swift motion he pulled her to him, wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her up as though she weighed nothing.

Hot, smooth lips found hers, and his tongue demanded entry. The flavor on him made her moan. Salty-sweet and just a little spicy, like some exotic cocktail. Was that what she and Eben tasted like?

His cock pressed hard against her hip, and with both hands, he lifted her just high enough for it to slip between her legs, the shaft brushing against her still tingling and swollen pussy lips. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, clutching him to her tightly with both arms and legs. The pressure of his cock against her aching flesh reminded her of the intimate moment right before she’d slipped down onto him earlier, but this time he was the one in control. He turned them around and sat beside Eben on the stone altar.

“You know what to do, my love,” he growled. “Find your nirvana again on my shaft. Give yourself to me. Prove you are mine and I will prove I am yours.”

The buzz from her orgasm had her too dizzy with residual lust, so she only nodded. She braced both hands on his thick shoulders and pressed her hips down. The sensation this time was exquisite and painless, the stretch of her pussy in response to his thickness more like a deep massage that would leave her as pliant as putty afterward. He was only slightly larger than Eben in this form, and with the mix of both her own and Eben’s juices saturating her pussy, fucking him now felt like sinking down onto a pole of softest silk.

“That’s good,” he whispered, white smoke escaping from his mouth and nose with each panting breath. “Now fuck me like you did before.”

Her hips knew precisely what to do in spite of a mind muddled with the sensation and the hypnotic scent of whatever magic permeated his strange breath. She gazed into his eyes, lost in their dark pools until he turned away. She followed his eyes to where Eben still sat watching them avidly.

Eben’s hand gripped his own cock loosely but he didn’t stroke it. When he met Roka’s eyes, a spark of desire flashed through his own.

“Give yourself to me again, lover,” Roka said. Every syllable he spoke vibrated through Camille, sending trickles of pleasure to her core. “Issa relinquished you, and you gave me your nirvana only a moment ago to seal the bargain, but it will be a sweeter bargain still if I can have both your gifts at the same time I reach my nirvana. It will be an even sweeter gift for the Queen that way, too.”

Without a word, Eben moved to kneel on the altar beside Roka and let the larger man pull him into a deep kiss. Watching them both made Camille feel wonderfully lascivious. And so much more so when Roka’s free hand reached between Eben’s thighs and gripped his thick cock. Eben groaned against the dragon’s lips and shifted closer, closing the short distance between them. He raised one foot, resting it flat on the surface of the altar and pressed his other thigh close to hers where it hugged Roka’s hip. When Roka released him from the kiss, Eben turned to meet her eyes. His face was flushed and his lips swollen. She accepted his mouth greedily when he bent to kiss her.

At first, she was uncertain how to process the liberation of giving in to both men. She only knew she wanted to do more than be a passive participant. Blindly, she raised her hand the short distance to trace curious fingertips down over Eben’s taut stomach. She reached his hips and pulled away from their kiss to watch in fascination as Roka pumped a hand along the length of Eben’s cock.

With a hesitant touch, she ran her fingers over the back of Roka’s knuckles, feeling his flexing grip. Roka released Eben long enough to urge her small hand around Eben’s shaft, then closed his own hand back over hers and squeezed.

“Oh, baby, that’s so good,” Eben groaned.

She closed her eyes, lost in the steady, deep thrust of Roka’s cock inside her and the hot, hard length of Eben’s cock pressing against her palm.

Then their touches began. Two velvety tongues teased and nipped at her breasts; lips wrapped around both nipples and sucked. Roka’s hand still gripped her hip on one side, so large it nearly covered one ass cheek to guide her up and down on him.

When Eben jerked against her, she knew something had changed and she opened her eyes. His shoulders were hunched, his blond head bent against her shoulder and he let out a series of desperate, incoherent grunts. He seemed to be pressing even further into them both, though the three of them were already so close there wasn’t far for him to go.

She saw the reason for his reaction a second later when she spied movement behind Roka. A thick, shape extended along the surface of the altar; the shimmering silvery-white scales resembled the tail he’d had as a statue. It flexed and Eben moaned. She followed the contour of it in a daze. The thick, tapering length of it circled around behind Eben and she realized with a deep thrill of curious arousal that the tip of Roka’s tail was now slowly fucking into Eben’s ass. And he seemed to like it.

“Oh!” she exclaimed and stared wide-eyed at Roka.

He grinned back at her. “Would it make you fuck me harder if I did it to you, my love? I only have one tail, but perhaps I can improvise for your sake.”

If she could have blushed harder, she would have, but he didn’t give her a chance to answer. Before she could react, he’d slipped one thick finger of his free hand further between her thighs from behind, soaked it in her flowing juices, and pressed at her tight little asshole. She arched against his chest with a surprised cry, causing Eben to glance up in surprise.

“What is it, baby?” he managed to blurt out. Without answering, she gripped Eben behind the neck and kissed him again, hard and insistent. When Roka’s finger passed beyond the sensitive barrier of her anus, she shoved her tongue deep into Eben’s mouth. Their moans and pants mingled and they clung to Roka, who set the rhythm. Her pussy clenched hard at the surprising pleasure of the dragon’s finger deep in her ass. She’d said she wanted to do dirty things, but wondered if even Eben could have conceived of something quite like this.

Roka’s thrusts grew deeper and harsher. Waves of pleasure coursed through her when she met each stroke with a plunge of her hips down onto him.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Eben said. “I love watching you fuck his cock like that. I’m gonna come watching your pussy sliding all over him.”

Eben slipped his hand down her back, his fingertips tracing hot fire along the path. His palm cupped and squeezed her ass cheek, then went one step further, teasing a circle around the sensitive skin at the center that was already being slowly penetrated by Roka’s finger.

It only took a few caresses and her entire world narrowed into a pinprick of pure pleasure. One pair of lips latched onto her mouth, and another sucked at her nipples again, the sensations coming at her from every direction. A harsh cry erupted from her throat as the tingling throb of climax took hold of her pussy. Her ass clenched tightly around Roka’s finger. He plunged it in deep, fucking her with it quickly. Her body seemed to spin out of control. Breathing became almost too difficult.

“Stay with me, my love,” Roka’s deep voice commanded, his lips brushing against hers. “I’m close.”

She was dimly aware of the air shifting around them and the thick weight of Roka’s cock growing even larger inside her. Nothing else existed of her body but the coiling mass of sensations that held her lower body captive. The dragon’s cock surged into her at the same time Eben let out a long, low groan against her shoulder. The room grew darker as their bodies shuddered and writhed together. Something hot and wet splashed against her stomach. More hot liquid covered her hand where it gripped Eben’s cock within the confines of Roka’s larger hand.

Roka’s low roar escalated around them. It pulsed against her eardrums, extending the sensations higher, so that her skull seemed to resonate with the same pleasure that gripped her body and made her nipples tingle. With another deep, violent thrust, wet, scorching heat filled her pussy.

Instead of the darkness of blacking out, the world became a thick, white fog.

She clung desperately to the two figures, not quite sure now where she ended and they began. The aftershocks of her orgasm gradually subsided, but only after the long, steady pulses of Roka’s cock finally ceased inside her.

Finally she let out a long, shaky breath and collapsed against his chest, resting one cheek against him. Eben sat back on his heels, head bowed, sweat-soaked blond hair obscuring his face. His glistening cock rested limp against one thigh.

She looked beyond him but could see nothing but the fog and realized they were cocooned inside Roka’s wings. The pair of massive white membranes almost completely encompassed the three of them, embracing them within a chamber filled with the dragon’s breath. She inhaled deeply, taking it into her lungs. The more she breathed, the more the tension of their encounter dissipated, leaving her relaxed and euphoric. And still conscious.

“I didn’t pass out,” she said, smiling at no one in particular.

Roka rumbled softly. His gentle touch skimmed down her spine. “No. My magic prevented it this time. I needed you conscious.”

“So you’re awake for good now?” she asked, looking into his eyes. His pupils were now narrow slits surrounded by silver irises that gleamed with inner light.

“Yes. And now you both are mine. A dream come true for a dragon to be so blessed upon first awakening. You must help me thank Issa once the ritual is complete. There is one more thing I must do, however.”

He shifted her off his lap and urged her to lie flat. Curious, and eager to please, she did so, uncertain what was coming next. He bent over her hips and his tongue flicked out, tracing a small design just above the golden curls of her pubic hair.

She winced at the sting, but it dissipated quickly once he blew on it with a quick puff of white fog.

He turned to Eben. “Your turn.”

Eben met Camille’s eyes and shrugged. “It’s a pretty tattoo. White, too—you can barely tell it’s there unless you were looking for it.” He obligingly lay down for Roka and received his own mark.

Camille stared down at the slightly upraised circular mark. Upside-down it didn’t look like much, but she could make out the shape of a tiny dragon in embossed white. She wondered if Erika had been given one, too.

At that moment, the lights around the room flared brightly, then dimmed again. She and Eben both glanced around in surprise. She noticed Erika sit up on the other side of the room, attentive to the disturbance.

Propelled into action, Kris began walking toward the door, but none of the dragons made a move to follow.

“What was that?” Eben asked.

“Someone has opened the second door,” Roka said. “The next phase has begun. Soon the Twins will be awakened.”

Sleeping Dragons

Book 3

Gemini

Gemini: Chapter One

D
imtri’s eyes popped open unbidden and he stared into the dim reaches of the dragon temple above him. He let his eyes and ears acclimate to being awake, ignoring the remnants of the dream he’d been having about his twin brother.
Alex… you should be here, too
, he thought.

This had been their shared dream, finding a place like this. The desire to find evidence that the mythical creatures were real had driven the two brothers through their studies. Now Dimitri was
there
, waking up to the image of exquisitely carved jade dragons that guarded every reach of the massive temple, and the only thing on his mind was the regret that Alex wasn’t there to share it with him.

You’re here to let that go. To let Alex go,
he told himself as he clambered out of his sleeping bag and hunted for the kettle. The nearby fountain splashed and gurgled and Dimitri marveled at the artistry of the carvings that made up their water source while he filled the kettle. The strange stones that filled the firepit they used for cooking were even more fascinating, and yet another detail he could imagine Alex enthusing over. He set the kettle down onto the hot bed of glowing rocks and sat back. Unable to shake thoughts of his brother just yet, he gave in one more time to the memories that played out in the bright embers while he waited for the water to boil so he could make coffee.

***

“Hey, love. I’d like you to meet my brother, Dimitri.”

Dimitri put on his brightest, most welcoming smile to greet his twin brother’s girlfriend. “Thea. Alex has told me so much about you.”
Probably a lot more than you’d be comfortable with
, he thought. Alex’s description of her had definitely done her justice, at least.

He reached out his hands to clasp hers affectionately, acutely conscious of her soft skin and the way she filled out the sheer, black blouse she wore. He let his hands linger over hers just a little longer than necessary, ignoring the little voice in his head reminding him that she was taken.

She was petite and curvaceous, with short, curly brown hair. Pixieish was how Alex had described her the week before. “With luscious lips and a cunt that tastes like strawberries.” Dimitri agreed that her lips did indeed appear luscious, and his brother was not prone to exaggeration so he trusted the other detail was accurate, too. If he didn’t feel just a little desperate for attention after being dumped himself, he’d have been able to deal with the soft allure of a pretty girl. As it was, Thea was a little
too
perfect. Alex had good taste. They both did, but somehow Alex was the better judge of character.

“Wow, Dimitri, you are every bit as handsome as your brother told me,” Thea replied with a flirty twinkle in her eye that made Dimitri curse his brother in response. She’d won him over already, and now she was flirting?

Dimitri pulled his hands back and shoved them in his pockets, taking her in surreptitiously while they walked to the bar. As first impressions went, his impression of Thea was good, at least objectively. Not that he could be strictly objective after thinking about her naked. But as long as he ignored his unmistakable attraction to her he could tell that Alex seemed happy, and his brother’s happiness meant more to him than anything.

At the bar, the three of them bantered like best friends. After a few drinks Thea decided to make it her singular purpose to find Dimitri a date.

“I don’t think my brother’s looking for a date tonight, love,” Alex told her.

“How do you know?” she asked.

Dimitri was entertained by her contrary tone. His brother had found a live one. Not exactly surprising, but it didn’t help him remain objective.

“I know because we share those details with each other.” Alex met his eyes and took a drink of his beer. He hadn’t been lying, but the truth was the two of them shared everything. There was nothing Dimitri had experienced that Alex didn’t know about. At least not yet.

Of course Alex was being cagey on purpose. It was an unspoken rule between the two of them that the secrets they shared with each other weren’t meant for the ears of their lovers. Dimitri was still raw from a recent breakup. His brother knew all the sordid details of it, so it was unexpected that he’d have introduced Dimitri to a new flame so soon, knowing how sensitive he still was. Yet Alex had. So either Alex’s relationship with this perfect woman was incredibly serious or something else was going on.

Dimitri took a long swallow of his beer, studying his brother through low-lidded eyes.
What have you got up your sleeve, brother?

“Well, he looks lonely,” Thea said. “And this place is
lousy
with pretty girls. He may not be as gorgeous as
you
, but it can’t be that tough to find someone for him.” She winked at Dimitri, obviously pleased with her joke. It wasn’t the first time Dimitri had heard the joke—he’d even used it himself once or twice. Dimitri shared an amused glance with his brother, his mirror image, aside from their clothes, while Thea glanced around the room.

That first night set the tone for their interactions. Every Friday Dimitri would leave his tiny graduate assistant’s office on campus, walk to the next wing to his brother’s similar office, and they’d drive to meet Thea. Their destination was almost always the same comfortable little pub in the neighborhood where she lived.

Thea seemed to love hunting down girls for Dimitri, but after that first night it became clear it was just for show. Whether it was out of respect for him or because she started feeling some sense of possessiveness toward him, he couldn’t be sure. She’d gotten into the habit of hooking her arms through both his and his brother’s, and walking between them down the street. Dimitri thought she enjoyed some of the envious looks she’d get from other women, bookended by him and his brother as she was. One pretty little pixie flanked by two Adonises was probably the trifecta of attractiveness. He almost wished he could be on the outside looking in, because the truth was nowhere near as interesting as what other people probably imagined.

Buzzed from her third drink, Thea laid a hand on Dimitri’s arm. “Dimitri, it’s been a month. Alex won’t share no matter how much I beg. I think it’s time you tell me exactly
what
this girl did to you. You’ve gotta get back on the horse, sweetie!”

“Thea…” Alex began, but Dimitri cut him off.

“No, it’s fine. She’s right—I should talk about it.” He turned and met Thea’s eager gaze. “Well, first of all it wasn’t a girl.”

Thea’s eyes grew wide and she shot Alex a curious look before saying, “Oh God, why didn’t you say something? I feel so dumb trying to hook you up with a girl. I’ll switch focus, I have lousy gaydar, though…
clearly.
”

Dimitri laughed. “No, please. I don’t need any help finding a date, and I actually
do
like girls, too. I’m just too busy focusing on my dissertation right now, I don’t need the distraction.” He took a deep breath and a long swallow of his beer, then let the rest of the story out in a rush just to get it over with. “That, and the person I’m getting over was my mentor so my life’s about ten times as complicated as it needs to be.” At least his mentor had prudently opted to take a sabbatical while the whole debacle blew over.

Dimitri was still nursing the painful humiliation of the disastrous affair. It never should have started, but it had. The ending had been epic and emotional. He was just grateful he had Alex to bolster his mood in the aftermath. And now that he’d told Thea, he found he was glad someone else was there to shoulder the burden. She reached out and gently squeezed his hand, then adroitly changed the subject. And that was that, at least he thought so.

Around midnight the three of them left, slightly the worse for wear after running into a group of other friends from the anthropology department where he and his brother were both finishing their masters degrees. Thea took up her customary spot between them and they headed haphazardly down the sidewalk toward her brownstone a few blocks away.

At her front steps he started to bid them both farewell and carry on alone back to the loft he shared with his brother. The place was depressingly lonely lately, so he’d most likely end up at the seedy dive bar nearby and close it down before going home to pass out.

Dimitri went in to hug Thea goodnight like always. Before he could react, her lips pressed against his, hot and sweet, and oh so welcome. His brain responded sluggishly at first, but other parts of him were much quicker on the uptake. His hands shifted down her back and pulled her closer before his actions registered.

“Thea, I… I think you got a little confused there,” he said when he finally regained control and let go of her. “Alex is behind you. Honest mistake I guess.” His stomach lurched when he met Alex’s shocked gaze. His brother’s look quickly faded, replaced by amused understanding. What the hell was Alex up to? What were they both up to?

“Nope,” Thea said. “Not confused at all. Come inside with us, sweetie. Don’t go home alone. Alex said you’d just go drink yourself silly anyway.”

“Alex, what the fuck is going on?” Dimitri asked his brother. It was incredibly uncharacteristic for his twin to hide something like this.

“I would’ve warned you, but she wanted it to be spontaneous. Are you coming in or not?”

“You’re telling me you planned this?” he asked, staring between them both, incredulous.

Thea appeared flushed and wide-eyed, but determined. “It was my idea, Dimitri. If you’re not comfortable that’s okay. Just come inside and at least talk about it, alright?”

He followed, not quite certain what he should expect. The kiss had confused him as much as it had turned him on, and incited a whole slew of questions. But there was no talking. Once through her door, she grabbed his hand and pulled him against her again. She kicked off her shoes and stood on bare tiptoes to reach him. The kiss was sweeter this time, now that he was expecting it, but he still had the strangest sense that he was trespassing somehow. He pulled away again, glancing at Alex for direction and to wordlessly confirm that he really wasn’t crossing any lines.

“It’s okay,” Thea whispered. “Alex, tell him it’s okay. Tell him I want you both. It’s as much for me as it is for you, Dimitri.” The exchange between the three of them was surreal. She kept her eyes locked on Dimitri’s while talking to his brother.

Alex never said a single word. Instead, he led them both to the bedroom and paused by the bed, Thea facing him. He gave her a lust-filled, hungry look and captured her lips fiercely in his. The couple seemed to emanate desire and it only made Dimitri more uncertain what his role really was, particularly when Alex met his eyes over Thea’s smaller figure. Dimitri didn’t think he’d ever seen his brother look quite so lost to his libido, but then this was an aspect of their lives they’d never shared before.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Dimitri’s throat constricted.

“Yeah… yeah I am.” Blue eyes stared back at him, the mirror image of his own, but filled with a certainty Dimitri couldn’t have managed even if he tried. His life had been one botched relationship after another for the last couple years, the latest just the cherry on top. Could he subsist on his brother’s convictions?

He was still asking himself that question when Thea turned and leaned up on tiptoe to kiss him again. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, letting her press herself against him and tease her tongue deeper. She pulled away long enough to let Alex pull her shirt off over her head and unfasten her bra from behind. Her breasts were creamy and plump, tipped by hard, pink nipples. The urge to bend and suck them nearly overwhelmed him, but Dimitri was focused on getting her naked first.

Dimitri knelt and unfastened her jeans. He grazed his palms down her sides, pushing the denim down her hips along with the lacy panties she wore. Her narrow waist flared dramatically to her wide hips. His hands kept sliding down over her creamy thighs, the soft warmth making his palms tingle. She stood perfectly still while he explored skin as perfect and flawless as alabaster. He heard a sharp intake of breath when he grazed his fingertips along the juncture of her hip and pelvis, tracing the perfect little triangle of coarse, dark hair, trimmed to a point just above the cleft of her pussy. He glanced up and met her eyes, low-lidded and bright with desire. His eyes traveled beyond her face to his brother’s blue-eyed stare, the wordless suggestion as clear to Dimitri as if his twin had spoken.

He leaned closer and captured the tip of one full breast between his teeth, pulling it between his lips and sucking until she moaned. With a gentle nudge from her, he stood again and enveloped her in his arms. Every lush curve of her seemed to brush against his arms, rub against his chest. She tugged at his t-shirt and they parted long enough for him to tear it off over his head while she hastily unbuckled his pants. Then she was on him again, kissing and moaning against his lips. His cock throbbed against the soft skin of her belly, the steady pulse reflecting the pounding of his heart. Christ, he wanted her so much. He wanted to be buried inside her deep enough to lose himself. All those nights of talking with her and his brother came crashing back, of admiring her wit and beauty and finding some vicarious pleasure in seeing his brother so content while ignoring his own attraction. Had he held himself back from wanting her for the entire month?

He happily gave in now. Whether he was in love with her or just the idea of a good solid fuck was beyond his capacity to decide.

His eyes fluttered open long enough to see Alex behind her, naked now and brushing his lips down her neck. Dimitri heard his brother whisper in Thea’s ear, “Tell us what you want us to do, love. This is your fantasy.”

So that’s what this was about. Alex had found a girl he wanted to please badly enough to share. Or maybe it had happened before but this was the first time Dimitri hadn’t been spoken for. How the hell was this going to work with the two of them? He’d imagined threesomes before, but those fantasies had always involved indiscriminate sharing of bodies and pleasure. Never had he imagined his brother as the third party.
Focus on her
, he told himself. That was easy enough because she was all over him.