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  “So good,” Kyo muttered into the flesh he lapped and laved. “So sweet, my mate.” He intensified his caresses, humming in delight, sending vibrations through Zol’s body. Then he slipped his tongue inside, caressing his mate from there as well. He moaned his appreciation and released one plump cheek to caress and tug at his own powerful erection.

  Zol’s screams echoed around the room, his cock pulsed with each new wave of fire that tore through his body, stemming from that liquid caress. He threw his head back and reared up, his long black hair flying around them.

  “Now, Kyo!” he screamed. “Take me now or be damned to the twin suns of Alamoor!”

  “Be still,” Kyo soothed, pulling away and resting both hands on his mate’s waist, purring in contentment at their heated contact. He loved the supple feel of his mate against his body. Relished the feel of those plump ass cheeks pressing against his erect cock, loved the scent of him. He relaxed, gripping his straining cock giving it a few light strokes, running his thumb along the dew drenched head.

  “Soon, my mate. When I take you, I want to stare into your eyes, to see myself branding you as mine all over again.”

  “Father,” Zol breathed in response, resting his head back against the broad shoulder that had never failed to offer comfort or support. “My mate, my alpha, mine.”

  “All yours, little one.” Kyo answered as he lifted one hand to tangle in Zol’s hair, pulling his head back to devour his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. “Only yours.”

  “Then,” he breathed, breaking off the kiss. “Then give me what is mine, mate.”

  Smiling in amusement, his eyes flashing a deeper red at the impassioned words, Kyo released his lover, only to swiftly turn him and settle him flat on his back. “I’ll give you what you are due,” he growled, tossing his own pale hair behind him as he rose over his mate. “Open for me, Zol. Open wide and take what I give you.”

  Moaning, Zol spread his legs wide, lifting them up, thighs to chest, and holding them in place with his shaky hands.

  Kyo wasted no time in covering his mate, sliding between those creamy thighs and hovering above that panting mouth.

  Whimpering, Zol arched up as high as he could, offering himself fully and unconditionally.

  “So perfect, my pair,” Kyo breathed as he reached one hand down to his own dark erection to guide the thick red head to his mate’s entrance. “You fit me so perfectly.”

  He eased forward, sliding just the head inside those tight wet walls only to pull out again, teasing his mate and making his body strain for more.

  “Stop teasing me!” Zol screamed, letting go of one leg to tangle his hand in his lover’s silver hair, hissing as Kyo made small thrusts with his hips, sliding in a bit then pulling out again. “Fuck me!”

  “As you … wish!” Kyo roared, slamming his full length into his mate.

  Zol’s wail could have been one of pain, but the arms and legs that wrapped around his mate’s dark back proved otherwise, as did his words.

  “Yes!” he wailed. “Yes, fuck me! Kyo! Harder!”

  With a grunt, Kyo hefted both Zol’s legs over his shoulders and began to pound hard.

  “Fuck yes!”

  “So tight and hot, my mate,” Kyo cooed, increasing his pace. “Scream for me.”

  The litany of vulgarities that flowed from Zol’s mouth was beautiful in its rawness. He alternately begged and demanded, pleaded and encouraged, and all the while Kyo’s dark hips rocked, his own tight buttocks flexed as he dove as deep as he could inside his mate’s body.

  “Yes!” Zol shouted again as Kyo rose up a little and changed the direction of his thrusts. His eyes grew wide. He began to stutter, to tear at his mate’s back, leaving long scratches and welts. “Again! Again!”

  Again, Kyo ground his hips deep, stroking several key pleasure spots inside his mate, stroking the internal glands that allowed his body to become naturally lubricated and caused extreme ecstasy if stroked just so.

  Kyo threw back his head, his hips pounding into his mate, growling his own pleasure, as sweat began to pour down his body and smoke began to flow from his mouth.

  “Zol,” he hissed, his red eyes sparkling as he felt his control begin to slip.

  “Now, yes, now!” Zol wailed as his body arched up and froze. “Kyoooo!” His eyes slammed shut as his hand began to pound the ground beside him. His cock began to shoot, sending crystalline threads of seed out and over his chest. He wailed again as Kyo reached down and fisted his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, keeping his orgasm going until with a whimper, Zol went boneless.

  “C—come on,” Zol’s voice was weak but urgent as he called to his mate. “Please, inside me. Spend inside me.”

  Leaning over his prone body, Kyo twisted his mate’s head to the side, lapping at the bite marks there.

  “Please?” Zol begged, turning his head more and whining his need.

  “Now,” Kyo growled before diving upon that vulnerable neck, sinking his teeth into the bite marks, the binding marks, that already existed.

  Zol wailed again as another orgasm tore through his body, his anal muscles massaging the hard shaft that pierced him so deeply.

  Kyo snarled as he felt his control snap, his cock pulse and his balls draw up tight. He released his mate’s neck to throw his head back and roar his pleasure as pulse after pulse of his orgasmic release rocked him to his very soul.

  “Zol,” he breathed as his body began to slowly collapse, twisting at the last minute so as not to crush his mate.

  Almost immediately he withdrew his still swollen member from his mate’s trembling body and pulled him in tight.

  Their mouths sought each other, their tongues tangling as they shared the orgasmic afterglow that comes with such a powerful mating.

  “Forever, my mate,” Kyo pulled back long enough to whisper, caressing his mate pair’s dark hair. “Forever and even when I no longer walk this world.”

  Zol snuggled closer to his Alpha, his own hands tangling in hair of the purest silver. “Forever,” Zol purred. “Forever and beyond, my mate. And when I follow you into the next world, I will love you then as I have loved you on this plain. We shall ever be as one.”

  They both closed their eyes, just relishing the fact that they both loved, and was loved in return, the fact that they both belonged and would forever be together.

  “That … that was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.” She whispered, not willing to speak aloud and ruin the moment that the two managed to create together. “Is it always like this?”

  “Only when it is a true bond,” he whispered. “A true bond like Zol and Father share, a true bond like we will all share together when the Quad is complete. A true bond,” Zen whispered, feeling his own need grow after observing two of his mate pair.

  “Like,” she began, then paused before continued. “Like we will be?”

  The ache had grown again, and now she recognized it for what it was. She was hungry, hungry for her mate. She felt the morals she grew up with disappearing as instinct began to take over.

  “Like … us?” she asked.

  Chapter 7

  “Will you?” he asked, his voice raspy, his eyes glowing molten with just a touch of red. “Will you join with me, be one with me, complete me … complete us?”

  There was only one answer she could give. Her mind and her body were both very clear on the matter. There was only one thing she could say.

  “Yes.”

  Her eyes sparkled as she reached for him, her mind for once steady and clear. This is what she wanted. This is what her body craved. This man, this Dragonish, was offering her everything she had ever wanted: a home, family, a place of her own. It was all hers for the taking, but only if she had enough strength to reach out and take it.

  She realized that she was stronger than she thought as her hands tangled in his blood red hair.

  “Perfect,” he breathed, slowly climbing up her body, letting his heat and scent slowly cover her
. “You are so perfect, my mate.”

  “No,” she chuckled, tugging at his hair until they were face to face, their foreheads resting against each other. The ache was now a distant memory, as if it subsided because it was gaining what it wanted. “Not perfect, but I hope good enough for you.”

  “You are perfect for me.”

  “I am flawed.”

  “As am I.” he smiled, leaning forward to lap at her bottom lip, a red glint in his molten yellow eyes. “So we shall be perfect for each other.”

  “Perfect? You call me Shrill…” she teased.

  “And now I have a better use for your mouth.” Then his lips were pressing against hers, that unbelievably long tongue caressing her mouth. It ran around each tooth, pressing against her own tongue in challenge, tickling the sensitive roof of her mouth. He explored her thoroughly, delving into the taste of her, ensuring that her flavor would be imprinted in his mind.

  The kiss ended as she began to moan, to rock her hips up, wanting full body contact that he was all too willing to give.

  “I need to touch you,” he breathed, tilting her head to the side, letting his lips and tongue taste the delicate flesh of her neck. He pressed his tongue against her pulse, shuddering as he felt her heartbeat increase, her breathing increase, the scent of her longing filling him with purpose. He would have her and she would come, screaming his name. But most importantly, he would pleasure her so well that any thought of breaking their bonding would never enter her mind. It was not love, but they were destined by fate and found something in each other that they each desired. It was a start.

  “Will you take me … like him?” she breathed, her voice reedy and thin with passion. She gestured towards the lightly dozing Kyo and Zol.

  “No, not unless you wish it,” he murmured against her ear, letting his warm breath send shudders through her body. “If you wish to pursue more … raw delights, it will be my pleasure to show you. But this time, this time I will bind your flesh to mine in a more traditional manner.”

  “You have … mated with them before?” she asked, curiosity gnawing at her as her desire grew. She could picture them together now after the display Zol and Kyo had put on, and she found the thought of all three of them writhing together in passion very arousing.

  It never even occurred to her that she had stopped being bothered by their casual nudity, that she was now focusing on the erotic picture the three made.

  “Of course,” Zen chuckled, nipping lightly at the flesh of her neck before pulling back to look into her eyes. “Kyo is my Alpha Primary. It was he who taught me the pleasure of the flesh, who taught me everything I know about satisfying my partner in preparation for the time when I would take a mate.”

  “And Zol?” She breathed, moving closer to him, letting her fingers trail from his silken hair to the firm muscular shoulder before running down his chest. “Did you mate with him too?”

  “Of course,” Zen grinned. “I had to show that I learned all that Father had to teach me. And who better to practice with than a pushy mate pair who is very temperamental and hard to bring to orgasm? The day I made him climax two times in a row was the day that Kyo officially declared me a man.”

  “You three…” she paused, lifting a hand to her chest, vaguely realizing that she was still wrapped in the pilfered curtain. “You three make me want things I have ever imagined … never conceived.”

  “You are reacting to your instincts, my mate,” he pulled her closer, sliding her so close that their bodies brushed softly. He could feel her hardened nipples through the thin bit of material separating them. “You should. All of us are here to pleasure you, but it is my responsibility to ensure your happiness. I take my responsibilities very seriously.”

  She looked down, a blush staining her cheeks as she tried to think of something to say.

  She lifted her head to respond, she had a really good quip in response, but his kiss pulled every word from her mind. Instead, she moaned as the pleasure began to grow. A warm glow began to develop low in her abdomen and she felt her nipples harden further. She pressed closer to him, sliding her body into his, damning the curtain that separated the two of them. It had to go.

  With a growl she did not know that she was capable of, she fisted her hand in his hair and took over the kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth, demanding entrance and then exploring until her toes began to curl.

  His teeth were sharp, very sharp and fang-like, something that she had not noticed before. And his tongue, it was so long and slick. And he tasted of fresh fruit and spice. He was a delicious treat for her to enjoy and she relished the flavor of him.

  Her hand left his hair to trail over his body, purring as his arms wrapped around her, holding her closer to his muscled heat. She wanted to explore more.

  “Off,” she managed, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling his nipples harden in response. “I want to feel you.”

  “As you command,” then she found herself lying flat on the bedding; the curtain lay in shreds around her, exposing her bare body to his view.

  She moaned. Her own hands going to her beasts as her desires began to burn through her. She needed his touch, wanted to entice him further. Where this was coming from, she hadn’t a clue, but she was finding it more difficult to think, especially when his hands brushed hers aside, manipulating and squeezing her breasts.

  “More,” she breathed, reaching up to tug and pull at his pebble hard nipples, her body seemingly working on its own. “Please?”

  Her brown eyes began to glow as her Dragonish nature began to exert itself for the first time.

  “Whatever you desire,” he growled before dropping his head to lick and tongue her nipples.

  She let out a small shriek, her hand wrapping around his head, holding him in place as be nipped and suckled at her breasts, creating a liquid heat that began to flow from her body. She spread her legs, creating room for him to get closer to her and shuddered as he pressed fully against her.

  His cock was like a hot, hard mass pressing against her stomach. She had to touch it.

  Reaching down, she grasped his thick, heavy shaft, whimpering at the feel of its heat in her palm, the softness of its skin … “This will fit into me?” she breathed.

  He pulled off one nipple with a pop and lifted his head to grin at her. “Every inch of it.”

  Her breath was hard and heavy as she gently explored his flesh. She was careful here, as something told her that she could cause him immense pain if she handled him wrong, but she was not afraid. He felt so good in her palm. Her fingers carefully explored the swollen, spongy head of his cock, smiling as she pulled deep groans from his chest. She paused as she felt a bit of slick liquid at the tip of his prick. She ran her fingers over the fluid, softly massaging it into his skin, before lifting her finger to her mouth.

  Her eyes locked onto his as she lifted that finger to her mouth, her own tongue lashing out to taste the essence of him.

  “So perfect for me,” he breathed, before he descended upon her other nipple, licking and biting, his hips thrusting his cock in her palm. “Now tighten your hand…” he instructed, and shuddered as she complied.

  Her fist gripped him firmly, creating a warm tunnel for him to slide through.

  “Your body will grip me like this,” he instructed. “Here,” he pulled back and let one hand slip between her legs, running through the soft hair of her groin until it met the wet slickness of her labia.

  “Zen!” she gasped, her eyes growing wider as her legs spread further, inviting more exploration.

  “Here, my mate,” he breathed, his long tongue running down her stomach, nipping at the skin and soothing the bite with his kisses. “Here is where I will slide myself deep inside you, joining our souls as one.”

  She bucked into his hand as his fingers began exploring her, finding her clit and gently encircling it with the pads of his fingers.

  “Zen,” she arched uncontrollably into his touch, as fire seemed to shoot thought h
er body. “Touch me again!”

  And he did, his fingers sliding around her wet pussy, awakening nerve endings that she never knew existed until his touch.

  She was hot and creamy to his touch as he gently explored her. The scent of her musk, her essence, grew heavy in his nose, sending his desire for her spiraling nearly out of control.

  It was she. She was built to pleasure. She, who was at this moment the meaning of his whole existence. He pressed his fingers deeper into her, exploring the moist, slitted opening to her body, the place where he would soon plunder to join them as one.

  He pulled away, ignoring her moan of dismay as his cock pulled from her hand. He slid down lower, forcing her legs to spread further, making a place for himself between her soft thighs.

  “Zen,” she panted, her head lifting to watch what he was doing, to watch as he touched her.

  He moaned in delight at the wet welcome she offered. He reached out to touch her, using his thumbs to part her labia. She was glistening, growing wetter by the second and rosy dark pink color. He licked his lips in preparation. He had been told several times of the sweet taste of female flesh, but this would be the first time he experienced it himself. He was eager to sample his own precious mate.

  “With my mouth, I thee worship,” He lowered his head; his gaze holding hers captive, and began to gently run his tongue along her lower lips.

  “Sweet heaven!” she gasped, her hips bucking up as he moaned in delight, the vibrations sending her senses reeling. He pressed closer, this tongue laving her, drinking down her juices, stroking over her slick flesh. “Zen!”

  He loved lower, his long lick covering every inch of her, his tongue running over her slit before sliding deep into her, stretching her as he savored the flavor of her.

  He buried his face in her, rubbing and coating his flesh with her essence as he moaned and lapped deeper, piercing the very heart of her.

  “So good,” he breathed, his eyes closed as he drank her in deep.