Chapter Twenty

“What are you doing?” I asked Arach as he pulled me down a corridor, away from the dining halls curved wall of woven branches.

“Our children are at home.” Arach grinned. “I thought maybe the Fire Garden.”

“You want to have sex right now?” I pulled him to a stop. “Its the middle of the day.”

“And?”

“And the middle of a diplomatic luncheon.”

“Weve done our parts. The humans are settled around the spiral table, enjoying the feast. Lets do some feasting of our own. After those refreshments, Im not hungry for food.” He leaned in closer, his face subtly shifting into something sharper, more primal. “Are you?”

I grinned at him.

“If you two think youre sneaking off for a liaison without me, youre crazy,” Azrael drawled.

Arach sighed. “Very well. Just try to keep your feathers out of the flames.”

Az lifted his buff arms and spread his glittering wings. “Im immune to fire in this form. I probably have better control of Fire than you do.”

“Watch your words, mutant,” Arach growled.

Azrael chuckled. “Just lead the way, lizard.”

Arach snorted and started pulling me down the corridor again. I reached back and grabbed Azraels hand. He winked a glowing green eye at me.

“This is so naughty,” I whispered in excitement. “What if one of the guards on the walls sees us?”

“They wont,” Azrael said. “Ill take care of it.”

“That sounds ominous.”

“Im going to hide us, not hurt them, Carus.”

“Sorry. Its that body. I never know how youre going to act when youre in it.”

“Dont worry. The Faerie Gods under control.”

Then we were passing through an archway and the cold hit us.

“Ugh. I forgot about the weather,” I said.

“Fire Garden,” Arach said as if that explained it all.

It did. And even if the Fire Garden hadnt been full of blazing embrasures and magma, all three of us had the power to adjust our internal temperatures. Wed be fine. We could have walked naked across Antarctica and been fine.

We went past the Water Garden and I did NOT think about Dubheasa stabbing me there. Nope. I focused on my husbands. Arach and Azrael together? With Az in his Faerie God guise? Yes, please.

And they were just as focused on me. As soon as we entered the warm embrace of the Fire Garden, their hands started wandering. But first, one of Azraels hands waved toward the fountain of magma in the center of the garden. The Fire Garden had a few evergreens in it, spotting the scenery of spindly branches and rock formations, but mostly, the garden was about angles and heat at this time of year. And steam.

Steam coalesced and rose to form a ceiling above us before shivering down into a dome around us.

I looked from the thick barrier to Az and grinned. “Nice.”

“Thank you.” Az bent his antlered head to kiss me.

As we kissed, Arach undressed. Then the men undressed me. Fabric fell to the hard earth in heaps, eager hands tossing it there. Azrael pulled back to finish removing his pants, and Arach took the opportunity to draw me fully into his arms.

“A Thaisce,” Arach whispered.

The crimson scales at Arachs temples spread down the sides of his face, neck, and chest as if to frame the places he wanted me to focus on. And focus I did. From his lips, I made my way down his throat, kissing and nipping at him with my teeth. He growled, the vibration sliding from his skin and into mine. It sent a shiver down my spine.

Or maybe that was Azrael, who had come up behind me to slide his warm hands up my hips, his claws grazing my skin. I wriggled back against his thick shaft, grinning to myself when I felt the bead of moisture crowning it. Instead of going to my knees as I originally intended, I bent over, pushing Arach back so that my upper body was horizontal between the men. That earned me aroused growls from both of them.

Arachs hands went to my breasts as I nuzzled his erection. He kneaded them, then pulled at my nipples as I rubbed my ass against Az. Just as I sucked the tip of Arachs velvety flesh into my mouth, Azrael found my center. The hard press of him made me groan, but he didnt slide in. Instead, he rubbed himself up and down against my sex until we were both wet. I pressed back, trying to angle myself onto him, but he outmaneuvered me to rub his tip against my most sensitive spot.

I cried out around Arach, and my Dragon King grabbed a fistful of my hair. I could feel the tension in them both, but especially Arach. He wanted to thrust. To pound into me. But with the way I held his base and sucked at him, he couldnt. So I let go of his shaft and transferred my hands to his hips, latching on tightly to brace myself.

As if this was a signal to my husbands, they thrust forward in unison, both of them going deep. I moaned at the delicious invasion, my body closing around their flesh, then sucking at them as they pulled out. Their hands held me as tightly as I held Arach, fingers digging in. Clutching. Owning. One of Arachs hands was still in my hair, pulling as he pumped. My eyes rolled back in bliss.

Ecstasy. It spread inward from both sides to explode in my center, summoning my Lust Magic. The men groaned as my magic turned up the heat, making our already blissful union into a pleasure that belonged to the Gods. And the Fey. I didnt let Lust get out of control though. If I did that, it would eventually burst out of us and strike everyone in the vicinity. Instead, I turned the knob on our pleasure (pun intended) and upped the eroticism. By about twenty percent.

All right, a hundred and twenty percent.

“Oh, fuck,” Azrael groaned. “I need more. I need to see your face, Carus.”

Arach growled and yanked out of me. I was left gasping and licking my lips as I stared at his wet, magnificent cock. But then the men helped me up and lifted me off my feet. As I flopped, dazed, between them, Azrael settled my legs around his hips. I reached down and helped him find his way back home. Then we were groaning together, getting him seated. But he didnt start thrusting again. Not yet.

Once Az was lodged in place, he worked his hands down, supporting my weight even as he spread my lower cheeks. I clung to his shoulders and waist with arms and legs to help him as Arach stepped up behind me. Then I looked back and grinned at my Dragon-Sidhe husband. He was on the verge of shifting, his features sharpening.

“Do it,” I said as I let myself transform halfway.

Golden scales crested all over my body, claws erupted from my fingers, and horns from my head. I didnt summon my wings, they would have gotten in the way, but I did bring forth my tail to wrap around Arachs waist and pull him closer. Azrael hissed in delight. He loved this body as much as I loved his Faerie God form. Immediately his lips found my throat, but not to kiss me. Instead, he grazed my glossy scales with his teeth, then bit. He couldnt break through, which was rather the point—biting without damage.

Az worried my neck like a wolf, then looked at Arach over my shoulder and, in a deep voice, demanded, “What are you waiting for, Brother? Take her ass. Fuck it deep.”

“Im waiting for this,” Arach growled as he shifted into his half-form, holding nothing back. Wings, horns, tail—all of it came to his call, transforming him into something that I knew reminded Az of his Demon buddies.

The Faerie God grinned broadly and pulled my ass further apart. “Slide that dragon dick into our wife.”

Arach snarled and thrust. His cock wasnt scaled, but it felt harder in this form, sliding into me like glass. I cried out, head thrown back, and Arach grabbed my hair again to angle my face toward his. As he pumped deeper and deeper, he kissed me, his tongue taking my mouth as his shaft claimed my rear entrance. Azrael held still, waiting for Arach to get seated, his cock throbbing inside my sex and his glowing stare watching us.

When Arach was pressed tightly against my ass, as deep as he could go, Azrael finally began to move inside me in time with Arach. Each thrust filled me to a near unbearable fullness. I shrieked and dug my claws into Azraels shoulders. Blood flowed, exciting us all further. Az growled in pleasure, especially when I bent my head to lick the blood from his chest.

Azraels recent memories rose in my mind with the first taste of his blood, but I pushed them back. I was more interested in his present. So I focused on the love in his blood. The deep, unwavering love he had for me. In this body or his original, it didnt matter. Azrael was mine.

I opened my eyes and let him see that I was his too.

“I love you, Carus,” he said in his Faerie God voice.

“I love you too.” I grabbed his golden antlers and rode my men.

The Lust Magic had been overwhelmed by my dragon, but it had done its job. We were beyond normal lust, cast into a realm where every touch sent tingles racing over our bodies. Every kiss was magical. And every thrust made me come just a little. Closer and closer. Little deaths taking us toward completion. Azraels body seemed massive, his wings stretched wide and his antlers adding a good foot and a half to his height. But with Arach in his weredragon form, he wasnt dwarfed by Az. He spread his membranous wings and lifted his horned head to snarl at the Faerie God over my shoulder.

Azrael snarled back, and they began to pump their wings in harmony with their hips, using the strength in their backs to thrust even deeper. Warm air spiraled over my skin as rapture rose. Blossomed. Became a living thing born of our passion. Above us, the mist swirled, making it feel even more magical. Claws clicked over scales. There wasnt an inch of me that didnt feel pleasure. It gathered into a ball that burst nearly as soon as it was formed.

Shaking uncontrollably, I screamed. Azrael bent to cover my mouth with his, sucking down my cries. The men kept thrusting through my orgasm. It was too much. Too much pleasure. I pushed at Azraels chest, but my hands were shaking. Everything shook.

Then Arach jerked out of me and grunted, his hands still holding me as he came on the ground. As soon as Arach slid out, Azrael sped up and broke free of our kiss. His thrusts sent me bouncing upward only to fall onto him, his cock piercing me deeper.

I was making mewling sounds and gasps while Azrael grunted primally, his whole body tight, muscles bulging and teeth bared. Then, with a whooshing stretch of his midnight wings, the Faerie God locked up against me, his claws clinging, and cried out as he filled me.