Rake My Lust (Dragons of Blood and Bone #3)

27. Take

27

TAKE

A s Bjorn, Strom, and I egress into The Chartreuse’s VIP guest suite for the rising day, a deep exhaustion rolls through us. I would have thought Strom would be in the worst shape with everything he went through today, but it’s Bjorn who moves to the big bed and flops down on it, snoring practically before his head hits the pillow.

I can feel through our connection that my big drake is beyond exhaustion. Worry makes me frown now as I move to the bedside, touching his cheek.

Strom chuckles, yanking the duvet out from beneath Bjorn and tossing it over him.

“Aw, big brawny dragon is all tuckered out.” Strom tucks Bjorn in now, without Bjorn so much as twitching a single muscle. But it’s saying something that Bjorn’s this tired; he normally wakes at the slightest sound in the room, bolt-upright and ready for battle.

I worry about him, and how much my power has been draining him as he tries to stabilize the magical shenanigans we’ve been dealing with. As I sit at his bedside now, smoothing a hand over his chest, I feel a deep exhaustion in him, however, as if he’s tried hard with his bright Blood Magic to keep himself and all of us afloat, as we’ve battled through all these immense Bone Magics recently.

But as a deep instinct rises in me now, accompanied by a wash of gold-white and brimstone red from my Bloodwalker power resonating with Aesa’s, I know we don’t just need a stronger Bone Mage in our mix. To battle the Black Dragon, and combat all this intensifying Bone Magic we’ve got going on now, we’ll need a stronger Blood Sage with us, too.

To stabilize Bjorn’s power and mine—so we can fight what’s coming.

“He can’t keep us afloat against so many challenging Bone Magics much longer.” Aesa’s stone hums on my chest, helping me understand my instinct. “All of this with your Bone Mage thieves, plus dealing with Mikkel and L?rke… it’s taking a toll on Bjorn.”

“He’s using his bright Blood Magic to shore us up from drowning in our darkness, over and over.” Strom understands also now, as something in him becomes tender. He reaches down, finding Bjorn’s pulse at his wrist, before tucking Bjorn’s hand under the duvet and glancing at me. “He’s just exhausted; his pulse doesn’t feel too severe, yet. But if we’re going to come up against strong Bone Magic over and over, chasing the Black Dragon?—”

“We’ll need another, stronger Blood Sage in our mix, not just another Bone Mage.” I say it aloud now, as Strom nods like he already heard my thoughts.

“I want to be your only Bone Mage, just as I know Bjorn wants to be your only Blood Sage…” Strom says with a wry smile now as he turns to me. “But it doesn’t look like it’s working out that way. We just need more dragon-power to bolster your Bloodwalker magic against our enemy Bone Mages and the Black Dragon to take them all out. Do you think you’ll take Mikkel as a Bloodmate?”

Strom’s question is acute, and I know he’s been more than paying attention to everything metaphysical that’s been happening with me and Mikkel as I ponder it. “Would you hate it if I did?”

“No. Mikkel is my friend.” Strom smiles gently now as he reaches out, taking my hand. “He’s a rogue in every sense of the word, though… far more than I am. He has a good heart underneath it all, but he’s got a ruthless streak a mile wide. Far more than L?rke. Mikkel kills his enemies, and he doesn’t look back. If you or Bjorn have a problem with that… we’d have a lot of issues taking Mikkel into the Bloodbond.”

“Not to mention issues with L?rke. If we took him into our bond and broke up their little twins’ club,” I say, frowning.

“Twins’ club. Ha.” Strom grins at me. “Yeah, she would be pissed if you took Mik into the bond. She has her own bond with him, with them being twins and all. It goes far deeper than just being siblings or business partners. Sometimes I think they’re a part of each other’s heart… in a far more fundamental way than a non-twinned dragon could ever understand.”

As Strom lapses into silence, I feel the rising dawn drag at us. I’m not ready to go to sleep just yet, though, and he seems to feel it.

He moves over to a minibar in the room now, pouring us drinks. I take my whiskey and sip it as he sips his. Strom takes my hand, leading me away from the big bed now, over to a group of chartreuse green chaises in the room.

Like the gaming hall, this sprawling apartment has a living area with a vast fireplace crackling in it. It’s gilded, everything Victorian ornate with white marble, light green velvet, and deep red mahogany wood.

It feels comfortable and safe somehow, as Strom and I sink down on the couch. As he puts his feet up on the gilded marble coffee table, kicking off his shoes, I do the same, tossing aside my stilettos. We curl up together on the couch, just enjoying the silence after such a long night.

Before we know it, we’re kissing. It’s nice kissing and lasts a while, as Strom and I simply enjoy it. We haven’t had a lot of time together as just us; it’s calm and quiet now, with only the crackle of the fire to interrupt us, and Bjorn’s snoring in bed.

He’s not waking for anything right now, I know, as I adjust my position so I can slide into Strom’s lap. He pulls me in with his strong hands as he makes a deep growl of pleasure in his throat.

Though it’s quiet, just in case.

“You’re hot, drakaina…” he says, things getting sexy between us as we subtly thrust and move upon the couch now while we kiss. “Are you replacing one Bone Mage for another right now, since you couldn’t get the first one?”

“No.” I kiss him again, enjoying the soft fullness of his lips. “I’m getting hot because I’m hot for you, not because I’m thinking about Mikkel. He doesn’t want to be in our bond, and I don’t want him in it. But you, I want. Right now… if you’re up for it.”

“I’m always up for it.” Strom chuckles as his green eyes burn with a ring of brimstone now, the hot look of his dragon as he regards me. He is kneading my waist as I straddle him now on the couch. “Where do you want me?”

“Lay me down on the couch,” I say, because I know how I want it tonight. “I want to feel you pinning me down, holding me close, and devouring every part of me. I want to be yours tonight… and surrender to you. Just fucking forget all this dire shit we’re up against.”

“As my drakaina commands.” Strom gives a dark, incredible smile now as he nuzzles my nose. “But it’s morning, not night.”

“I don’t care.” I kiss his full, soft lips again. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

Strom needs nothing else as he gives me the hottest, darkest look ever, and rolls me down to the couch. One moment, I was straddling him—the next, I’m on my back on the chartreuse green velvet, breathless as Strom gazes down at me from up above.

Lowering down with his hands beside my shoulders, he lets nothing touch me now but his lips. It’s maddening, after everything I’ve just been through with Mikkel, to have Strom be denying himself to me like this, teasing me. It also makes me heat like a bonfire, as everything inside me opens wide to my mate.

To have him take me and fuck me—all morning long.

Strom lays down atop me. As he kisses me, delving in nice and slow and teasing me with his lips and tongue, he begins to move in a deep wave atop me. Grinding his hips into me, he pins me to the couch; I wrap my legs up around him, pulling him close with my arms.

Needing it.

Strom rides me in slow waves now, down into the sofa. It’s just like what Mikkel and I did earlier, except horizontal this time—and far more comfortable with my Second Drake, rather than the explosive passion that happened between me and Mikkel in the gaming room.

Strom is in this for the long haul, and he’s already my mate; he can feel everything this is doing to me, making me so hot and heavy from his delicious, slow riding.

Like two horny teenagers on prom night, we’re still dressed; Strom’s making me wait for him, and it’s the complete opposite of what I went through with Mikkel tonight.

It makes me spiral up now, hotter and hotter, as Strom’s and my dragons connect. We devour each other with lips and tongues, our bodies moving; as our dark Bloodwinds whirl through the room, our dragons twine into each other now, twisting up even tighter than our human bodies can as we heave and dry-fuck on the couch.

Hands are everywhere as we heat hard now, gripping, kneading, and hauling us closer. Still, Strom hasn’t made a motion to get undressed or undress me so we can actually fuck.

It’s driving me insane.

“Strom! Enough!” I break our kissing. “I need you, now.”

“Not yet,” he says diabolically. “I want you scalding, drakaina. I want you so hot for me, your juices are pouring through your borrowed undies and soaking this couch beneath your dress. I want you so full for me and needful, you explode into orgasm the moment I thrust inside you. Nothing else will do. ”

“Is this punishment for almost mating Mikkel tonight?” I suddenly wonder aloud, though until right this moment, I didn’t think Strom had a jealous side.

“Maybe.” His smile is wicked now against my lips. “What if it is? Can’t I simply want to make my mate come hard, just from dry-fucking her?”

“Yes,” I gasp. Strom does something with his hips that digs his massive, and massively hard, erection deep between my thighs now. He only has dress pants on; since he nearly always goes commando, and I’ve just got my borrowed undies, my short dress shimmied back up over my hips from all our dry-fucking, I feel everything.

We’ve already soaked through my undies, and Strom’s pants are wet. We’re well on our way to soaking the couch from how hot he’s making me. As my drakaina roars inside me now to take him, I feel his dark drake seize her by the neck. Neck-biting makes dragons go wild; as Strom actually bites my neck now, echoing what his dragon is doing, sensation explodes all through me.

I buck beneath him, making a needful sound as he growls. He sends that vibration of his basso dragon voice deep into my neck through his bite; inside, his magic shudders my bones in the most pleasurable way, moving my entire body in a wave.

I heave into him, like’s he’s already thrust into me from his bite. Except he hasn’t, as he makes a giant phallus now of his dragon energy.

Thrusting it up inside me—and making me scream with pleasure as he bites.

Strom stops my scream with a kiss, even as he thrusts that metaphysical cock up inside me more, harder, punishing me now for me almost taking Mikkel tonight. As his dark magic roars through the room, I know he’s punishing me; but it’s the best kind of punishment from the diabolically sensual Strom that I can’t get enough of it.

He’s got me rushing up towards climax, fast. His huge, auric dragon cock is thrusting inside me now, opening me up so wide as Strom makes way for his real phallus, readying me for what he’s about to do to me.

As a sensation of tongues comes now, licking me all the way from anus to clit in deep, ungodly delight, I cry out again, screaming. I love the wicked pleasure he’s giving me; Strom’s trapped my screams in my mouth with his kiss.

Bitting my lips now as he fucks me with his dragon in delight.

I can’t stand it; I’m searing, I’m unraveling. I’m about to crest when Strom rips open his belt and fly, then shreds off my borrowed lace undies just like Mikkel shredded my thong earlier. As a powerful wave of heat carries me to the brink, Strom thrusts his auric dragon-cock up inside me so deep, stretching me so wide that I spasm.

And on the heels of that spasm, he plunges his true cock deep inside me.

So warm, thick, and tight—I come, at once.

Strom fucks me for real now, as I scream for him in endless delight. I bite his shoulder to stifle my screams; he grunts and fucks me harder, making me love every way he’s punishing me for nearly taking Mikkel tonight.

Because I’ve discovered Strom has a jealous streak, almost as deep as Bjorn’s. He won’t admit it, he’ll never talk about it, but what I did with someone he considers both a rival and a friend tonight was more than he could take.

And now he’s taking it out on me—in the best possible way.

I come a few more times for him, undone as I shake. He thrusts into me again; then he’s somehow changing position, angling me up on the couch so someone can slide in behind me as we fuck. Some part of me realizes it’s Bjorn, who’s woken up now from all our vociferous fucking. Most of me is gone, however, lost to pleasure, as Bjorn seats me on his lap.

Thrusting firmly up inside me from behind now, as Strom fucks my front.

I roar as I’m penetrated by both drakes. Reaching up with my arms over my head, I cling to Bjorn’s strong neck as Strom fucks me into him, over and over.

Strom isn’t giving in just yet, as he makes me understand how angry he is that I might take Mikkel into our Bloodbond. Though Bjorn holds mostly still at my back, only angling his hips up and in, over and over, as Strom hammers into me to make sure we all get a good fuck, I feel his basso growls in my neck from his matching rage.

As Bjorn bites my neck now, making me feel the iron grip of his dragon in his bite, Strom hammers one last time into my slit.

And I’m coming, spiraling up into the sky as they both finally come now, as well.

All of us braid into that incredible ouroboros in the air with our auric dragons, far off in the morning’s light. Just then, a hammering sound like a pipe-bomb goes off in our suite; too late, I realize the door’s been kicked open as massively powerful dragons surround us.

Bone Magic sears black-violet through the room, the surrounding air riddled with caustic red sigils as someone casts the most powerful containment spell I’ve ever seen, all around me and my drakes. We can’t move now, can’t do anything, but swivel our eyeballs to see who’s just caught us.

Right at the climax of our sex.

At first, I think it’s L?rke with her immense body-crushing power, or Mikkel with his tremendous mind-magic, who’s ensnared us. But then I see Mikkel and L?rke being hauled in the door like matching sacks of grain, Mikkel naked from sleep except for some black silk sleep pants, while L?rke wears a cream silk negligee and undies.

Whoever’s just stormed the club has already incapacitated them; though both can find their feet, they’re being hauled in by two beefy dudes in black thieves’ leathers who are not the club’s security.

Someone has jumped us, and jumped us good, as a woman moves through all those big muscly dudes now, coming to us. Dressed in thieves’ leathers two centuries out of date, but which are still practical for midnight marauding, she throws back her deep hood.

And wild, red hair comes out—with the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen.

Angels would weep for the perfection of this drakaina’s face, as she stares at us, silent. She neither gloats nor celebrates that she’s caught us; intense, her demeanor is as cold as her magic, which I can feel pouring through us.

Though she’s lovely, and I sense a capacity in her to be pleased, only darkness haunts her now as she gazes at us within our Bloodrune-cursed barrier. Still locked in coitus from whatever her magic has done—because I feel it is hers now, pouring all through me as she gazes at me with those lovely green eyes—I can’t even turn my head to acknowledge her, as she stares at us.

Something vicious comes into her, then, as she takes in our frozen lovemaking. Something utterly deadly, as her iron-cold gaze flicks from me to Bjorn, then finally to Strom. It stays there, pinned to him, as I feel him growl. Because Strom is fighting her, struggling deep inside our bond to thrust off her all-consuming mind-magic.

Just like he did a hundred years ago—when he first escaped Alfhild Fey.

“Well, well. Strom Eriksson. The one that got away.” Alfhild’s voice is bitter as she stares at him, before her gaze peruses the rest of us again. “And Mikkel and L?rke Thorsen. My two little canaries turned storm crows. You betrayed the sweet deal we had, that you would just shut up about where your club’s expansion money came from and forget all about me. Too bad you just had to remember. Just like I’ve had curses inside all your minds these past decades to forget me, I also had a little curse inside your minds for in case you remembered. So nice of you all to trip it and tell me exactly where you were. All together like three little peas in a pod. Five peas, it seems, since you have a few new friends with you. No matter. I don’t mind cooking five peas, rather than three, to eat for dinner. Shall we?”

With a flick of Alfhild’s fingers, Bjorn, Strom, and I are separated like marionettes, puppeteered to her whims.

With another flick, a terrible, violet-red sigil etches itself inside my mind.

And I pass out.