62. Tez

62

Tez

She'd fucking given me a fucking heart attack. But it had fucking worked .

Great. Now I was starting to sound like Caliel when he tried to imitate Slade.

At least if I only thought the profanity, and didn't say it, I didn't get thwacked up the back of the head by Nemi. Although the hummingbird was, at the moment, flitting through the garden flowers.

When Riggs opened his eyes, overwhelming relief coursed through me. Its strength took me by surprise. Yes, our locomotives now shared a tunnel . But he and I hadn't really ever gotten along.

Right?

But here I was, hovering over them and grinning like an idiot. Bree was a part of me, inextricably woven into my spirit and soul as much as my heart. I just hadn't expected Riggs to be anything more than the other guy who occasionally got to bang her.

My reaction when he awoke painted all that as a lie. Filled with an emotion that I couldn't begin to express, I pulled Bree to her feet, buried one hand in her hair, and tangled my tongue with hers. And I didn't care if Riggs and Caliel were right there while I did it.

Mi vida, don't ever do that again, I scolded her.

Our lives are intertwined, my prickly feathered one, she answered . You all belong to me. And I will do whatever is necessary to keep what is mine.

She'd do it again in an instant, was what that meant. I should insist that she not risk herself like that. That I didn't, spoke to the truth of it—that when it came to the two of us, I bowed to her.

And, surprisingly, that was just fine.

A tall form rose from behind her—Riggs. Not a tremble in sight, and for once, I didn't want to plow my fist into his face. Instead, my pulse jumped as he watched me kiss her, his metallic eyes gleaming. I'd never been turned on by being watched before, but here I was. Then he lowered his lips to trail along her shoulder. Bree retracted her scales as he did so—and he chased the smooth skin up to her throat.

Her little sighs into my mouth as Riggs nibbled along her neck told me this was what she wanted. And my joy at him coming back to consciousness bought him a tolerance that I certainly hadn't possessed before. So, although his head was very close to my own, I simply closed my eyes.

After all, I was the one kissing her. He had to watch. When his hands crept around to her breasts from behind her, I pushed them aside. For the moment, they belonged to me. He'd have to be content with stroking her ass.

Being Riggs, he wasn't. Instead, his arms wrapped around her, and his fingers slid lower, slipping into the promised land.

Ah, Venus, he sighed through the link. You are perfect.

I was about to pull him away when raw sensation pulsed through the link. Because although my hands were palming Bree's full breasts, it was as though it were my fingers slipping and sliding inside her. And then, in an instant, my perspective flipped, and I was one with Bree instead—feeling the electric tingle of what we were doing, the desire to bear down on Riggs's fingers, to open for him.

Mierda sagrada . I shuddered with the power of it—I was Riggs and Bree and me. I gasped against her lips, and her giggle turned into a moan when Caliel laid a hand on her arm…

And his healer talent surged through us, awakening every nerve ending and cranking it to excruciating awareness. Our senses jumped to attention—Bree tasted like honey, her sweet scent wrapped around me, and her skin was like silk beneath my fingers. Every tiny sigh or moan she uttered sent a wave of reaction through me.

She was mine.

You belong to me, she corrected on a growl.

I was hers. Completely and utterly.

The link was alive with what poured from our hearts and souls. We were one entity, driven by Fate and destiny to be together.

Yes, Bree breathed through my mind. We are one…

She trailed off on a gasp. I was already achingly hard, but the lust that carried from Caliel and Riggs reduced me to a quivering mess, ready to erupt all over her like a schoolboy having a fucking wet dream.

Me, who seldom lost control of anything. But I had no control over this.

Riggs rumbled in a Dragonian purr, and the vibration ratcheted everything one notch tighter. I pushed my throbbing cock against Bree in desperation, needing, wanting…

She obliged by closing her fingers around it, and I almost lost it, right then and there. Had to freeze, and hold very still—but her lips curved in a wicked little smile as she stroked me, and I ratcheted a groan, struggling to hold on.

Then Caliel tweaked a very deep and personal spot on her with his mind, rubbing and rotating and rolling it between mental fingers. She almost crumpled in my arms. Her moan took me to the very edge, and her stroking suddenly had a slickness it hadn't had before. She arched her hips back to Riggs, inviting him?—

No, I wanted that, but even as I thought it, she fell to her knees and bent before me. Closed her hot mouth over my pulsing flesh.

My head fell backward. I was losing control, and it didn't matter, not at all. Riggs poised at her entrance, his big Dragon cock quivering—he was in a complete state, too. And Caliel was breathing like a racehorse, kneeling beside her, one hand on her shoulder, the other stroking his own unit, faster and faster…

I was me, and I was them. The moment when Riggs slid into her, and her velvet heat engulfed him—it had me gasping and thrusting into her mouth. But what I got from her—I'd never experienced anything like that. I felt his rock-hard cock swell within her as it hit every sensitive spot, stroking her tighter and tighter…

I couldn't breathe properly—gasping and groaning and making sounds I'd never thought I'd ever make. My cojones pulled up tight, and I hovered on the edge of an abyss I desperately needed to plunge within.

I sensed the instant she tightened around Riggs, and my cock jumped in her mouth. She laved me with her tongue, sucked… and then froze.

Time stopped, as we hung on the precipice, together.

Then Riggs moved, desperately rubbing himself along the walls of her heat.

And Bree shattered.

She took us with her, effortlessly. I cried out. Riggs and Caliel roared along with me. Birds, roosting for the night in the surrounding bushes, erupted from them with little twitters of alarm.

Wave after wave passed through us—amplified by the link. It went on and on until I lost all strength and was forced to release Bree before I dropped to my knees. Riggs rolled with her onto the moss, while I collapsed on her other side. Caliel draped himself on the cot beside us, one long arm trailing over me to touch her hair.

I took a deep breath. "Wow."

Riggs groaned. We lay there and got more than just damp asses as we listened to the birds grumpily resuming their nighttime positions in the shrubberies—the light faded, the moons rose, and the waves crashed against the stone.

Nemi landed on the edge of the cot beside Caliel, and chirped at me.

Finally, Caliel sighed and, in his usual fashion, reduced the extraordinary to something mundane. "Reference materials do not adequately list the merits of the matebond." he stated hoarsely.

Riggs snorted a laugh. "If the textbooks did, everybody would want one."

My lips curved into a smile. "And they'd be fucking like rabbits all day."

There was a pause. And then a tentative female voice asked, "What's a rabbit?"