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  The wet sounds of oral pleasure, moaning and wet suckling filled her ears.

  “I’ve seen you,” she whispered back. “It’s still impressive.”

  “Well, you can practice on me all you wish.”

  She snorted, rolling her eyes before she brought her attention back to the couple in front of them.

  Now they were moving together, a coordinated dance that was as erotic as it was beautiful. The color of their skins contrasted as they moved; the dark flesh of Father, the pale skin of Zenxian, their hair in an odd juxtaposition as it framed their faces, created a private place for the two of them even as it highlighted their differences.

  And what were their differences now? Did it matter who was Father and who was the second? Did it matter that one was elder and one the younger? Did it matter that they came from two different ways of life and that one had suffered and endured for his craft while the other for things physical that he could not change?

  It mattered not.

  All Star saw was love and appreciation, the desire to give as well as to please the being they were loving, the willingness to share the experience to those who observed.

  Star felt a slick wetness between her thighs, felt a gnawing hunger, an ache for something not clearly defined yet, but something that she knew would be offered to her the moment she was ready. In the meantime, with the moans and gasps of Father and Zen filling her ears, she arched herself backwards, demanding caresses and touches from Zol, from the male who understood this beautiful dance, who had been a part of it, who had experienced it all, and who was ready to tutor her in this delight.

  “They are beautiful” Zol whispered, pressing deeper into the softness of her ass, his palm dropping low to rest on her stomach, to pull her tighter to his body. “They are so beautiful, Star. And they belong to both of us.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, her eyes closing, but only for a moment, not wanting to miss this exchange of love between the two powerful males.

  “They belong to us, Star. And when the time is right, all four of us will share this dance.”

  “Yes.”

  His hands dipped lower now, parting the electric blue curls that shielded her throbbing labia, running through the moisture that freely flowed there.

  “Zol,” she gasped as his fingers danced along her opening, his thumb caressing her clit while his fingers pressed and petted her sensitive skin.

  “Soon, I will fill this place within you, Star. Soon with Father and with Zen watching, I will fill this place and I will share my soul.”

  She whimpered, arching helplessly as his caresses became harder, deeper, more demanding.

  “Do you like to watch?” he asked, pushing her forward so that she lay on her stomach and spreading her thighs wide to nestle between them. “Do you like to see your mate-bound submitting to Father? Do you like to watch Kyo take Zen’s gorgeous cock deep into his throat, nursing it?”

  “Yes,” she gasped, shifting her head not to miss a moment of what the Alphas were doing while her own submissive partner ministered to her needs.

  “Do you like knowing they are performing for us, Star? Do you know that they do these things for our pleasure and our pleasure alone?”

  “Yes.”

  Her whole body was quivering, desperate to find a release that seemed to dance just out of her reach. Her nipples were tight and ached sweetly as she pressed her chest down into the pillows and furs that made up their bed. The muscles of her back burned as she moved, thrusting her ass against the hard pillar of flesh that Zol pressed into her, moaning at the feel of his heat and the soft caress of his own dark hair covering her.

  Her fingers dug into the silk that cradled them, tearing at the material as a wildness deep within her core gave birth to wanton groans.

  Her heart raced and her eyes burned as she stared at the males, stared at how they began to move together, to scratch at each other’s skin, leaving welts and red marks in their passing.

  “Do you want to come, Star?” he asked, leaning down to bite at the flesh of her back, her shoulders, to lick at the sensitive lobes of her ears. “Do you want to come?”

  “Zol!” she stuttered, her breath hitching, choking her words. “Zol, make me come.”

  His fingers were pinching her clit, tugging at it as if it were a miniature cock, his fingers pounding deep within her body, caressing several spots that sent fire racing through her veins, and white lights dancing across her eyes.

  She closed them as a powerful wave of release washed over her, tearing screams from her throat. Her body jumped and writhed beneath Zol, feeling the wetness of his own release pour up her back.

  This sent more spasms through her, her inner walls clutching at his fingers, her toes and fingers curling as her orgasm threatened to tear her body apart.

  Then all too soon, it was over, fading away, leaving her to fall limp and sated against the now damp silks that gently caressed her skin.

  “Watch them,” Zol whimpered, turning his head to face the Alpha’s just as Zen arched back, his voice groaning.

  Pale drips of his seed escaped those reddened lips as Father struggled to keep up with the flow of Zen’s orgasm.

  Zen’s ass clenched rhythmically as he dove deeper into Father’s willing throat, his own eyes open and boring into hers. Then he slowly closed them, his fingers tugging at Father’s sacks and swallowing, moaning his approval as Father sent his own buildup shooting down his throat.

  Slowly, both Alphas separated as if by mutual consent, licking their partner’s shafts and heads clean of any remaining release, before Zen spun around to lap his own spilled seed from Father’s face, sharing the taste in a deep slow kiss.

  “Delicious,” Kyo murmured, breaking their kiss to lap at his second’ face. “No matter how many times I take you in, I marvel at your flavor.”

  “Better when the two of us are combined,” Zen smiled and closed his eyes as he settled against Father’s massive chest, his fingers stroking and caressing his dark nipples before resting sedately on his shoulders.

  “I believe you are correct,” Father chuckled, and then turned to Star and Zol. “Would you care to try it and come to your own conclusions?”

  Before Star could even think of a response, Zol climbed off her, away from the mass of damp heat their bodies had generated, and crawled across the flow to the two in their own mounds of pillows.

  Star watched as Zol seemed to flow up their bodies, caressing and touching them before he settled his mouth against Father’s, allowing his mate-bound to insert his tongue deep into his own mouth before breaking that kiss and forcing his own tongue into Zen’s.

  “Delicious,” he purred, bringing up a hand, the hand that had stroked and rubbed Star into climax and slowly lapping her essence off his fingers. “But better with our female.”

  Father and Zen leaned in to lick and suck at his fingers before sliding into a torrid three-way kiss that was all pink flashes of tinge, parted lips, and wet sucking sounds.

  “Star?”

  Star jumped as her name was called, so invoiced in their visual display was she.

  Zen’s voice startled her, made her blink, then grin when she realized he was holding out a hand for her, that they were waiting for her to take her place amongst them.

  At first, watching the tree of them interact, Star could not help but feel a little left out, like she really didn’t belong, feeling like an intruder. But now, with all three sets of hungry and eager eyes watching her, she felt needed, desired, and wanted.

  But sometimes, watching the beauty of all of them together left her feeling out of place.

  But the feelings never lasted long.

  As f they could read her emotions, the three reached out to her.

  “Come and complete us,” Father’s voice rang out languid and deep, filled with exhaustion, but not at all longsuffering.

  “We await you,” Zen grinned. “Why are you still there?”

  And in their private mental-bound voice, Z
en added, “Get over here where you belong!”

  With a grin, Star left the damp and lonely silks where they lay and made her way across the small distance to her men.

  The three of them together were strong, a force to unite with, but she had a feeling that combined, all four of them would be a force of nature.

  “They do put on a good show,” Zol breathed into her ear as she settled between Zen and Father. She groaned and ignored the laugher as Zen snuggled up behind her and she rested her head on Father’s rather large chest. The smell of them, of sex and sensuality overwhelmed her senses, but she did not want to pull away. Instead, she wanted to know what they would smell like with her own scent entwined with theirs.

  “Not the time for us,” Zol whispered, leaning over Kyo to speak against her ear, “But as long as there is something I can do to relieve this tension, I will.”

  Star grinned in embarrassment, wanting to hide, but Zol and his impudent comments would not leave her alone. “Soon I get to see what all the fuss is about,” he added, settling softly against Father’s chest, grinning at her over the muscular plane. “And are you not glad I made you wash?”

  Any suitably insulting reply she could have made was drowned out in Zol’s scream of outrage as Father, having heard enough, delivered the flat of his hand to the round of his ass with great force.

  “Leave off teasing, Zol,” he commanded. “I believe we have all had enough of your nonsense for one night.”

  Zol sniffed, but Star could see the amusement in his eyes as he answered, “Yes, Father.”

  “And that will last all of three heartbeats,” Star added, letting loose a small giggle when Zen gave her a squeeze.

  “Yes, true,” he snickered into her ear. “But Zol is a part of our Quad, and we must endure as has Father for these many years.”

  Zol sniffed in response, and Star felt a warm heat spread through her. This was different than the heat of arousal or of the need that seemed to take over her senses at times. This was…was this…Could this be love? Was this what it was like to have a home and a family?’

  She looked over her males, over Father who had closed his eyes after snuggling Zol closer to him, while Father rested on his back. And at Zol who contentedly closed his eyes though with a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. And then she looked at Zen, who curled around her, stroking her side softly with his large hands.

  Yeah, she decided. Maybe this was like a family or better than family.

  This was her Quad.

  Chapter Six

  “What is there to do around here?”

  Star tapped her foot, her bare foot, as she stared down at Zol. “I mean, there has to be something for me to do.”

  Star was not used to just simply existing day to day, not having any real responsibilities. Back when she lived in the village, there was always something for her to do from fetching water to tending the ill and infirm. Doing nothing was about to drive her out of her mind.

  “What skills have you honed?” Zol asked from his spot on a set of huge pillows. In his lap was some sort of ornamentation…thing. It had a lot of beads and jewels, and the colors simulated the sky at sunset. It was obviously something that took a great time to learn and Zol was extremely skilled at it, but that left her feeling like a lazy interloper. What could she bring to the Quad other than her fertility and breeding capabilities?

  “I can…I can… I can sew.”

  This was true. She had spent many a cold desert night with a bale of material, sewing caftans and cloaks for her adoptive family. It was a skill she took some pride in.

  “Well…” Zol looked around. “We do need more curtains, especially since you keep tearing them down.” He shot a pointed look at the pale blue swath of material that she immediately tore from the windows and wrapped around her body after cleaning up from her last sexual exploration with Zol.

  “It’s self defense,” she retorted. “I still feel uncomfortable walking around without any covering.”

  “Stupid human modesty.”

  “Be that as it may,” she rolled her eyes, “I have to have something to cover my body. I hope you truly don’t expect me to just walk around in nothing.”

  “I expect you to leave the aerie some type of decorations, Star. You have to get used to being Dragonish now that you are once again reunited with your people.”

  “And that means that I have to do something, you know, help out.”

  “And you want to sew.”

  “I’m good at it.”

  “Curtains.”

  “Caftans.”

  “Caft… what is a caftan, Star, and why would I need one?”

  “It’s a robe, Zol. It covers the body.”

  “Why would I want to cover such glory?” He motioned to his own bare form, naked save for the protective cloth on his lap that held many of his tools.

  Her mouth went dry.

  With his personal bits covered, there was nothing to distract for the nearly perfect lines of his body. Zol was not a muscular behemoth like Zen or Father, he was built along sleek lines that showed a delicate strength. With his long dark hair running along his back, he appeared as a sensual creature designed out of sensual dream… or a nightmare.

  “What?” he asked when no response was forthcoming. “Oh,” he inhaled deeply, his golden eyes gleaming. And then he smiled.

  “I…um—I…”

  “Naked bodies make you wet!” he crowed, inhaling again.

  “No…that is to say…”

  “You can’t lie!” he cackled. “I can smell you! You want me!”

  A fierce blush spread over her cheeks. “I don’t!”

  “You do! You like looking at naked males!”

  “I don’t!”

  “You liked looking at Father and Zen!”

  “Well…” she looked down, wondering if there was a hole she could crawl into.

  “You loved looking and seeing what they were doing! You want to see Father plowing Zen!”

  “I—I…”

  “You want to see Zen scream and whine and lose control! You want to see him beg!”

  “I…”

  “You want to beg.” His gold eyes narrowed as he picked up his work and deposited it to the side. “You want to be bent over and filled, pounded until your back teeth rattle! You want it so hot and so hard that we’ll have to carry you around for the next cycle. You want to scream and cry, and curse, and let go of all control.” He paused and licked his lips as his eyes ran over her now trembling body. “It’s okay, Star. I want to beg, too.”

  His erection sprang free, hot and hard, pointing towards his stomach. “I want to whine and beg and scream as they take me. I love to watch them pond each other. It’s so…so violent, Star. And when they take me, I know that all that violence, all that power is leashed just for me.”

  Star nodded, inhaling and for once catching the teasing scent of heat that surrounded Zol when aroused.

  “You and I are alike in that way, Star.” He took a step forward, reaching out to cup her hands in his large hands. “You and I are built along the same lines, built the way the Ghods intended us to be. You want to control that fire, to ride on top of the storm.”

  Again she nodded, finding it hard to look into his intense eyes.

  “And do you want to know a secret?”

  “W—what?” she managed, squirming under his touch, under his gaze.

  “We are the ones with all the power, Star. We control all of that violence and energy. We harness all of that strength.” He leaned closer, breathing directly on her, sending shivers through her body. ”And they have no choice but to accept it.”

  “Oh Ghods…” she shivered, her arms reaching out to grasp his shoulders as her knees began to buckle.

  She managed to hold her head up and gasped. His eyes were smoldering. He pulled her closer and she felt the wet head of his cock dampening the material of her makeshift dress, a scalding heat against her stomach.

  He inhaled again, d
eeply, and ran his tongue along her neck, baring his fangs as her head tilted back. “Almost,” he whispered, “You are almost ripe, Star. You are nearly ready for me, ready to squeeze me with your sex, to pierce me with your spine, to take and control me as I ravage you. And then we will make them watch us as we burn.”

  “Zol…”

  “Shh,” he ordered, his fingers leaving her face to trail down over her neck to cup and caress her breasts.

  “Zol!” Her knees gave way and he followed her to the ground, controlling her fall, placing her safely on the pillows he had just vacated.

  “Soon, Star,” he purred, his vice trilling as his fingers ripped aside the curtain to touch her bare flesh.

  Chapter Seven

  Warm and safe.

  Those were the impressions that filled Star’s head as she slowly surfaced out of the deep sleep in which she had been languishing.

  Her nose twitched as she inhaled the sleep warmed smell of masculine flesh that surrounded her. It made her want to snuggle into that scent and never leave.

  Instead she moaned, a tiny sound of protest as wakefulness seemed to leap at her, dragging her from her comfort.

  There was no help for it, she decided as she inhaled deeply, pulling in cool morning air. Once you start breathing normally, she mused, you were up and there wasn’t a thing you could do about it.

  A small scowl on her face, Star pulled herself upright, pouting slightly as a masculine arm dropped around her waist, pulling her back against a hard body. Looking down at the arm, she realized it was not the svelte form of Zol behind her. She was looking at the paler more muscular arm of her mate.

  “Zen?” Her voice rusty from its nightly disuse.

  “S—sleep,” he muttered, pulling her close, burying his face deep into her side, his tongue lazily lapping along her hip. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head to gaze about the room.

  Father and Zol were across from them, in their very own nest of pillows. Kyo seemed to dominate the bed, stretched out flat on his back, his legs spread out wide, showcasing the thick buckles that made up those ridiculously sculpted appendages while Zol, as usual, was sprawled over Father’s broad chest. Father’s arms were wrapped around his mate, holding him in place while Zol appeared to be doing his best to crawl inside the dark body he was using as a pillow.