Dragon Storm, page 5
When she woke only minutes later, judging by the sun angling through her bedroom blinds, he was asleep. She turned in his arms to look at him, and her breath caught at his perfection. He really was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. And he gave her the most beautiful orgasms she’d ever experienced. It was time she gave something back to him.
Reaching for him, she licked his cock like a lollipop, gratified when it sprang to attention almost right away. She looked up to find his eyes open, watching her.
She played with his balls, caressing him, learning him as she continued to suck until he’d achieved full size. He was impressive. She didn’t want to wait to have that giant cock inside her again, though this time the urgency that had driven her before was muted.
She could take her time once she got him inside her. Time to enjoy the ride.
Josie rose over him and positioned him just right as she sank down over his hard cock, pushing downward in one long, smooth, slow glide. She smiled at him as she straddled his thighs, taking him as deep as she possibly could, holding his gaze as she claimed him—body and soul.
She began to ride him. The time for truth had come.
“I am snowcat. What are you?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
She wasn’t fazed by his evasion. Most shifters were loath to reveal their true natures in this dangerous world.
“I share my soul with the Himalayan snowcat. With what creature do you coexist?”
His light green eyes widened as she rode him. She was getting through to him.
“I’m not sure what a snowcat is. We are dragon.”
His answer surprised her on several levels. First, there were no dragon shifters to her knowledge. There were ancient legends, of course, but no actual living dragons. At least according to her grandfather. He’d made it his life’s work to know such things. Second, he’d said we. Was that the proverbial royal we? Or was he somehow…
The bedroom door opened, and she turned to look at her lover—standing in the doorway. But he was beneath her, his cock buried deep in her pussy. She looked down at the mirror image of the man in the doorway, naked beneath her, and back again.
“Twins.” Well, that answered the question of his scent.
Somehow it didn’t surprise her. Her nose had already told her the man she was making love to was different from the man she’d had before. God help her, she wanted to feel outrage, but she knew in that moment that both of these gorgeous men were her mate. Both of them!
That would require some serious thought…later. Right now, the cock inside her only made her want more. The idea of there being two of her perfect dream lovers was mind-boggling.
She looked from the one beneath her to the one in the doorway again. They were both wearing expressions of chagrin and worry. The one in the doorway had a fading red mark on his arm. He, then, was Darius.
She’d already fucked them both.
Sweet Mother of All.
“You took me from behind,” she stated, looking at the one beneath her.
He nodded. “Guilty as charged. You are quite a woman. I could not resist—or wait until you woke.” He had the grace to look embarrassed, but the majority of his expression was filled with teasing, sexy amusement. Why she found the sneaky bastard sexy, she had no idea.
“What’s your name?”
“Connor.”
Another strong name. She liked that one too.
“Do you know what you’ve done?” She saw confusion on their faces and was glad for just a moment. Much would be decided by their reaction to her next words. “You mated me. Both of you. It shouldn’t be possible. Somehow, you are both my mate.” Relief etched both handsome faces, and it was her turn to be surprised. “Doesn’t that bother you?”
“Why should it?” Darius asked, walking into the room and sitting on the edge of the wide bed. He was close enough to touch, and her mouth watered at his nearness even with his brother’s cock wedged up high and tight inside her.
“We have always suspected if we found a woman one of us wanted as a mate, the other would too. To be honest, we are relieved such a woman exists. We feared spending the rest of our lives with only each other for company.”
“Then you believe I’m your mate too?” This was turning out better than she’d hoped. Although they hadn’t admitted what kind of shifters they were yet, they did understand about mating. She wouldn’t have to try to explain, which was a relief. “How can a three-partnered relationship work? It’s not normal.”
“It is where we come from. Two knights will often share a single wife. It is the way of dragons and their families.”
“Dragons. You said that before. There are no dragon shifters. My grandfather would know if any had survived. There are ancient legends, but that’s all.”
“I assure you, we are much more than legends. Perhaps we should demonstrate how this relationship might work.” Connor drew her downward so she was pressed to his chest.
He kissed her and only vaguely did she register the sounds of Darius’s leather pants dropping heavily to the floor. When the bed dipped, Connor let her up.
“Ride me, love.”
She tried to comply, but Darius distracted her with his hands. He cupped her breasts as his brother rose onto his elbows to suck the nipples Darius held up for him. It was wicked. Sinful. And utterly delightful.
Four strong hands roamed her body, tweaked her nipples and rubbed her clit. Darius’s hands roamed farther, teasing her ass and the additional entrance between her cheeks. Would he take her there? Would they both fuck her at the same time? Her breath caught at the tantalizing idea.
“Have you ever been fucked here?” Darius bit down on her earlobe as he probed her ass. She nodded, unable to form words. “You have? Hey, Con, our girl has taken it up the ass before. Maybe we should try her together. What do you think?”
She moaned as Connor’s grip on her nipples increased. “I think we should. What do you think, sweetheart?”
“Oh!” she cried out as Darius slid one finger into her ass while his other hand teased her clit. Their deliberately provoking talk and teasing words only served to make her hotter.
“I think that’s a yes,” Darius teased as he penetrated farther. His fingers were wet with oil, and she looked down to see a familiar bottle lying on the bed. She’d last seen it on her bathroom shelf. The trickster had come prepared. They’d planned this all along.
She couldn’t find it within herself to be truly upset. This felt too damned good.
“Shh, puss.” Darius kept his mouth near her ear, whispering to her as he penetrated deeper with his finger. His brother was pumping up into her from below. She was too far gone to keep up any kind of rhythm. “We’ll just go this far for now. Con needs to come and you do too, but we’re going to take you together sometime very soon. Both of us. One in your pussy. One in your ass. You’ll like that, won’t you?”
“Yes.” She gasped as his finger slid all the way inside and began a rhythmic counterpoint to his twin’s thrusts in her pussy. She sobbed as she came with only a few more pulses. It was all too much. The pleasure overwhelmed her and swept her away on a tide of passion as Connor’s cock flooded her insides with his come.
Darius praised her in soft whispers at her ear as she came for them.
When it was over, Darius took care of her. He lay her down on the bed, tucking a blanket around her. At some point, both of the men cleaned her. She felt a return of pulsating sensation in her clit when they bathed her there, but not enough to penetrate the fog of sleep that had fallen over her.
She slept deeply, only to wake up at the sound of thunder.
Darius and Connor slept with her. One on either side of her. Night had fallen long before, and the storm that had been brewing all day was upon them. Rain pelted the cabin roof and lightning sent jagged slats of illumination through the blinds every few minutes.
Nights like these often gave her anxiety, but with Darius and Connor on either side of her, she felt safe. They were her mates. Her future and her past all rolled up into one. She would never be alone again as long as they lived.
The idea that they were somehow dragon shifters was something she’d have to see to believe. They were magical. She’d felt that from the beginning. She’d have to get them back for that dirty trick someday. She couldn’t get up the energy to be truly upset by it now. Her inner snowcat purred for them both. Wanted them both. Needed them both.
She didn’t understand it, but there were many things she didn’t fully understand about her beast. Her grandfather’s lessons were often too complicated for a girl who’d lived most of her life in the West. His talk of enlightenment and the various teachers and schools of thought in his religion had been dizzying for a grieving teenager, suddenly thrust into a new life in a foreign land by the death of her mother.
Her father had died long before, leaving her to be raised by her mother. A French Canadian researcher, her mom had met her dad on a trip to western China. They’d married long before he’d ever revealed his heritage. It wasn’t until Josie was born that the truth had come out. By then nothing could break the couple apart. Nothing except death.
When her father died, Josie’s mother went to America. Canadian by birth, she got a position as a university professor in Oregon and had raised her daughter as a normal suburban kid, putting aside, for the most part, that she was half-snowcat.
They had both ignored it until it could be ignored no more. When it came time for Josie’s first change, her mother had taken her to the mountains and had done her best to support her. Her mom didn’t really know much more than Josie did about her snowcat heritage. Her dad had been very secretive about the whole thing and hadn’t revealed much before his death. Josie had learned her abilities through trial and error.
It was only much later that her mom had confided her grandfather’s prediction that as a half-breed, Josie would likely never be able to shift. She’d proven him wrong. Not only could she shift, but the snowcat’s influence was strong in her soul.
When her mother died suddenly in a car crash, Josie’s grandfather had finally showed up to inspect her. A minor with no control over her own destiny, Josie had been obligated to go back to Tibet with him once he evaluated the strength of her snowcat.
It was obvious to her that he’d been prepared to find little of value in his half-Caucasian grandchild. She’d reveled in her beast’s power when he’d demanded she shift for him and still remembered his surprise with a feeling of satisfaction. From that day forward, he had treated her with respect and began to teach her about being snowcat.
Aside from his continuing efforts to convert her to his version of Buddhism, they’d gotten along well after that. He was an austere man who was still saddened by the loss of his son. Josie made up for it in a small way, he once admitted. She was a strong snowcat and would add to the Clan, whose numbers were steadily dwindling. Josie had stayed with him until she was eighteen.
She might have stayed longer, but one persistent suitor made living there uncomfortable. More than uncomfortable, actually. He’d made it damn near impossible to stay. On the surface, the match seemed like it would have been good for the Clan, but her inner cat had been the one to object. That young man had not been her mate. She didn’t want him.
When she’d told him that, he’d become irate. Snowcats were so few in number, they didn’t always rely on mating instinct to find a partner. Many marriages were done the human way—to advance one’s position within the Clan or simply for convenience. Few held out to find their true mate, and those who did find a true mate often had to leave the enclave forever to live in the human world with their human mate.
As her father had done. As she would do now that she’d found mates who were not snowcat. Few beings could live at the altitude and climate that the snowcat preferred. She had no idea what kind of environment dragons preferred. The thought of them actually being dragons still boggled her mind.
She lay listening to the rain as her thoughts wandered to what had been and could have been. If she hadn’t forged her own path, she probably never would have met Darius and Connor. They were her mates. The cat knew them immediately. This was her destiny—lying here between them.
Buddhists believed you made your own fate. Josie believed she’d made her own decisions that had brought her to this destiny. A Western girl with Eastern ideas, she found her grandfather’s beliefs meshing more and more with her own as she grew older. She was only half Tibetan, but all snowcat, and the cat dictated a lot of what she’d come to understand about the world and its people.
Josie fell back asleep, cradled between her two mates, secure in the knowledge that she’d found her destiny with them. Where it would take her, only heaven knew.
When she woke again, the twins were gone from her bed. A quick sniff told her they’d found the kitchen and were in the process of burning bacon, if she wasn’t mistaken. Josie found a robe and headed out to avert a fire. Any second now, the smoke detector would start blaring.
When she hit the main room of the cabin, she was amazed to see one of the twins kneeling before her fireplace, the handle of her iron skillet in his hands. He was cooking the bacon in the skillet, over a fire.
“You got something against stoves?” she asked, reaching for the skillet.
“Whoa there.” He moved the hot pan away from her grasp. Good thing too. She realized her mistake a second later. The handle was hotter than she could safely handle. She would’ve burned herself badly if he hadn’t pulled away.
“How can you hold that?”
Darius grinned at her. “I’m a dragon, sweetheart. Even in my human form, some things carry over.”
“Wow. That must be handy.” She looked around the small cabin. There was no sign of the other twin. “Where’s Connor?”
“Outside, gathering wood to replace what I used. We didn’t want to deplete your supply.”
“That’s sweet, but not necessary. Why didn’t you use the stove?”
Darius looked confused. “I didn’t see a stove.”
“Bring that skillet and follow me.” Josie stood from her crouching position next to him and headed for the small kitchen. She flipped the switch on the gas burner, and the flame ignited. Darius took a step back, his eyes wide. “You’ve never seen a gas stove before?”
“No. We don’t have anything that looks like this where we come from. What fuel is used?”
“Natural gas. Did you see that big metal tank outside the house? The gas man comes every few months and refills it for me. I also have a few solar panels on the roof to help capture the heat from the sun.”
“Ingenious. Con, you’ve got to see this.”
The other twin had reentered the cabin without Josie hearing him. One thing was certain, these dragons moved like the wind. Even her sharp snowcat senses couldn’t detect their movements.
She spent a few minutes explaining how the stove worked. Then a few more, picking up where Darius had left off with the bacon. She grabbed a half dozen eggs from her small refrigerator and put slices of bread in the toaster. Each time she used a new appliance, she was obligated to explain its workings to the men. They were full of questions and made comments she found hard to understand.
It didn’t sound like they were from another country. It sounded like they were from another planet.
Or maybe another time. Medieval times, to be precise.
At least the hot and cold running water didn’t seem to faze them, although they were impressed that she had that kind of “magic” in such a small home.
“I guess you don’t have electricity where you come from?” She tried to be as casual as possible with her questions, even as her heart was racing. They didn’t seem to understand, so she clarified. “The power that runs these appliances. We call it electricity. You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?” She smiled to soften the dismay she was feeling, hoping to hide it.
“To be honest, not really. We do not have such things. All our heat comes from fire in one form or another. Things that burn, be they wood, oil or coal. We cook over open flame for the most part, except for ovens which are fired under the bricks,” Connor said thoughtfully.
“So you’re either from the past or…” she thought aloud, letting her words trail off.
“Or what?” Darius asked when she didn’t go on immediately.
“Or you’re from another world entirely.” Her own words shocked her, though she’d heard theories about parallel universes and her grandfather had often spoken of other worlds. She’d thought he was being metaphorical, but what if he’d been speaking literally?
Connor was nodding. “We have heard talk of other worlds. It is said that when the wizards ruled in our ancient past, they had the ability to travel through many different realms, but they warred among themselves and were either vanquished or left our world entirely.”
“Well, we thought they all left, but we’ve recently learned a few remained,” Darius put in. “They were either imprisoned or went into voluntary exile.”
“Wizards,” she repeated. It all sounded a bit crazy, but oddly familiar. “We have myths about sorcerers and wizards, but they go back thousands of years. They are mostly thought to be quaint fantasy stories in our modern world.”
“Wizards aren’t quaint,” Connor said with a frown. “They are very real. We know this for a fact.”
“Then you must come from a very different place than the one you’re in now.” She didn’t even begin to know what questions to ask to make their world become clearer in her mind. She supposed given time, they’d come to an understanding.
One thing that couldn’t wait much longer was their beast halves. She wasn’t sure she bought their claims about being dragons, although Darius’s imperviousness to the burning heat of the cast-iron skillet was hard to explain any other way.
