21. Jaiyana

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

JAIYANA

F or better or worse, London, like its people, was a stoic city of ancient architecture built on hundreds of years of tradition. Despite my last London visits being years in my past—or at least of my memorable past—within a few blocks of our exit out of Club V, I recognized our location. I didn’t stop until I hit a supernatural-friendly hotel.

The lobby had gotten a facelift in the twenty-first century, but the core design remained the same. We hurried past sleek couches in the open lounge with an unmanned bar on the far side. I took note of a few human-looking patrons still socializing at this late hour, but not with the detail I usually would. My focus was on my drugged mates. We skipped the digital check-in and raced for the front desk.

A short, thin woman bundled up in wool like it was the middle of winter met my gaze. One look at Tyson’s sparkle-covered face, and the woman handed me a room card. “Do you need me to phone a healer? That’s a lot of whatever he took.”

“No. No healer, not yet,” I said, unused to the edge of panic in my voice.

You can’t heal.

You can’t help your mates.

I can’t do anything.

I found a pen and a piece of paper and scribbled a message and my accountant's number onto it. “Call this number. He’ll get us sorted along with a nice kickback for you if you pretend you didn’t see us.”

She nodded as if bribes were commonplace. “We charge extra if he ODs and report it.”

I surveyed my guys. Tyson occasionally twitched in Og’s grip as he mumbled to himself. Not quite as bad, Lux tried to turn a circle in Rehan’s grip, and even my solid water dragon’s eyes were slightly enlarged. We were in deep shit.

Instead of saying anything else, I tapped the key card against my accountant's number and motioned to my dragons. Three flights of stairs later, we found ourselves in a large room with a king-sized bed and a pull-out couch. Lux continued his weird dance, the drugs making his usually fluid motions jerky.

Ogden placed Tyson onto the bottom of the bed, and the fire prince’s hand floated, outlining something which looked like boobs as he mumbled. The only hard bone in his body was his erection straining against his pants. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

“Fix us,” Rehan demanded of Og.

Og put his hands in the air. “I can’t! It’s magical drugs permeating your bodies, nothing like, but with the same properties as, the nasty crap Doctor Raba pumped into Jay. I can only help speed up healing, not remove chemicals.”

I shook like a leaf as the terror I admitted to freely flowed through my body.

Acceptance is the first step to healing.

This is not AA. Shove it.

Rehan grunted unhappily. “What’s Pixie dust?”

I swore. “Did he get it from a human or a Pixie?”

Rehan started to step toward me. Like Tyson, a glaze covered his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed. An erection tented his pants, though he seemed to be ignoring it.

Ogden, my only undrugged mate, slipped between me and Rehan as if protecting me. “It’s in you too, Rehan.”

The last time we discussed how to fix something, which my magic could have sorted in minutes, smacked me in the face. Just like he physically blocked Rehan now, Og blocked me then.

“Oh, fuck you!” I pushed Ogden’s back, making him fall into Rehan. “I don’t think you believe you deserve love,” I quoted him. “All getting your magic back will do is give you more tools to lie to yourself. Even if it means letting the world burn, I will not participate.”

Og eyes widened.

“And now Tyson’s burning, literally,” I added bitterly.

Og balled his fists. “Jay, you pointed out that if you get your magic back, the person watching you can find you again.” His eyes turned into their dragon slits. “You’re the one saying no now, not me. What point are you trying to make?”

“I don’t know! I just need to fix this.” I screamed and flung myself onto the bed, feeling Tyson’s vitals. His pulse raced like he ran a marathon. Spit ran out of the corner of his mouth. If he shifted, his dragon metabolism could handle the dosage better… assuming the beast didn’t go on a rampage. But even if that was an option, Tyson’s mind was so far gone I didn’t think he could find his dragon if he wanted to.

“I know you do,” Og said, resting his hand on my back. “We’ll fix it. Together.”

Together. I clung to the word and took a deep breath. “How much dust did he get?” I asked, forcing down my panic with logic. “Do you know what a Pixie looks like?”

Rehan shook his head while Lux spun on his metal leg, only to land sideways, sprawled out on the bed on my other side. “Too much! Sket Sket.” He ran his hands down his ripped shirt and gripped his erection with his metal hand before saying ouch and doing it again. Giggles filled the air.

Pixie dust.

At least it didn’t set off his rut.

It hadn’t… I forced myself not to question it. At least not yet.

I risked a peek at Og. The warlock’s scales flashed across his skin, but his human eyes watched my every move. He was so fucking calm.

Rehan gave me a quick rundown of what happened. “I didn’t breathe in much, but I can feel my blood rushing. Everything is exciting, and, I’m un, well,” he motioned to his crotch. “Very horny.”

Despite everything, or maybe because of it, I half scowled and half grinned. Rehan narrowed his eyes as if knowing exactly what I was going to say.

I said it anyway. “I don’t see any horns.”

No one laughed.

Lux’s giggles came to an end. “I used it too much; still hurts.” He stopped touching himself, and his body went limp, his chest rising and falling evenly.

The scales stopped appearing on Og’s skin, and a scarlet blush covered his dark cheeks.

Yeah. If you weren’t sure, there you have it.

Lux and Og, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.

Tyson let out a gurgle and shivered despite the waves of heat coming off his body. My attention ripped to him. The fire prince who stole my fucking heart in a bathtub. Whose love made me want to be a different person. Fuck. I couldn’t even ease his pain. The anger at my missing magic transformed into my hard truth. I thought he was going to die, and I wasn’t ready to lose him yet.

Love.

My breaths got shorter. “I’m going to assume the woman wasn’t a pixie as the dust was in a jar, so it’s not as potent as getting it from the source.” I unbuttoned what was left of Tyson’s shirt and put my hands over his heart. “Every supernatural reacts differently, but the hotter your magic, the less dust you need to feel its effects.” I felt Lux’s pulse. Strong and steady. “He’ll be wicked hung over tomorrow, but Og can cure that,” I added bitterly.

Without being invited, Og pushed Lux’s legs and sat on the bed next to me. “He’ll be okay. It’s okay to be afraid.”

Tears sprang to my eyes, and I threw myself into the rune-covered shifter’s arms.

“He’ll be okay,” Ogden repeated.

Rehan joined us on the bed, encircling me in support.

“I can’t do anything.” The self-pity in my voice made me want to vomit. But I couldn’t stop it. “I’m useless, and I’ve never felt this vulnerable before.” I pulled away from Og to scowl at him. “And the two of you made me realize it by making me talk about it. So, my ‘fuck you’ stands.”

“I’ll take it,” Og wiped a tear off my cheek with his thumb.

“You’re not useless,” Rehan kissed my neck, and no shock ran down his body. For better or worse, the two passed-out, scantily-clad dragons must have been brushing my skin.

“Your magical vision gets better each time, right?” Og asked, clearly talking about our intimate moments.

I nodded, and he brought his lips to mine, kissing me so sweetly it made me cry harder.

Angry, crying, vulnerable, and turned on. How many emotions can we experience at once?

I don’t want to play this game.

Rehan cupped my waist and slowly ran his hand up my bare skin until he reached my sports bra. He kissed my neck again.

“If we sharpen your sight right now, could you see the magic from the pixie dust?” Og asked.

My tears instantly stopped. In all my panic, how had I forgotten about my third eye?

Angry, crying, vulnerable, turned on, and forgetful. Bingo?

Instead of answering Og, I rushed forward and pressed my lips to his. I only had a moment of contact before Rehan’s firm grip below my breasts pulled me back to him. I turned again, and the water dragon kissed me, manipulating my lips like the water element he controlled.

Og ran his hands up my back and rolled my sports bra up, making it stupidly tight at the top. I broke my kiss with Rehan to peel it the rest of the way off. I’d barely gotten it over my head before Og ran his hands up my stomach and over the stiff tips of my nipples.

The unconscious Lux and the drug-addled Tyson, unwittingly taking part in our escapades, made me squirm uncomfortably.

“She’s thinking.” Rehan broke our kiss, looking past me.

Og ran his hands up my front, this time cupping each of my breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. He kissed my neck, exactly where Rehan had. “We can’t have that, can we?”

Rehan pressed his lips to mine and ran his hand down my front, cupping my sex. My world became water and earth, and every time it wasn’t, they made sure to bring me back.

Too soon, we realized half-naked wasn’t going to cut it. I wiggled out from between them and stood, dropping my pants. Ogden’s massive dragon shlong bounced as he did the same. The logistics of the three of us, all needing to stay in contact with two others, crept into my mind.

“How--” I started.

Og sat back down on the bed just as Rehan slapped my ass hard, making me squeak like I’d lost my voice again.

“Tyson would have loved seeing that.” Og traced the stinging handprint before kissing the center.

“Trust us.” Rehan pushed the back of my legs against Og, who was sitting between my two unconscious mates. “We get shocked, not you. Stop overthinking and trust us.”

The muscle-bound water dragon caged me in his arms and kissed me while Og slid his fingers into my already wet folds. It only took him a moment to find my clit, and circle it. Rehan twisted his tongue between my lips and filled my mouth. All I felt was pleasure.

With his thumb still on my clit, Og slipped two fingers into my pussy and pumped. My legs weakened, and I sagged on Rehan. The big dragon took my weight and released my mouth, encouraging me to spin and straddle Og.

I did, and Og laid back on the bed. The warlock's massive dick slid across the butt cheek Rehan spanked. Og pulled me tight to his chest with one hand and kissed me hard while Rehan grabbed my hips and sheathed himself deep between my slick folds. A moan slipped out of my lips. Og sunk his teeth lightly into my neck before putting two fingers on my clit, adding devastating pressure to the water dragon’s movements.

Pleasure squeezed my body so hard I struggled to breathe. Rehan pulled out of me and thrust back in slowly at first, then gaining speed. He grunted and let out little whimpers, which added to the slap-slap of our bodies. Og pressed me to his chest, making sure my pussy was a wanton, unmovable surface for Rehan to plunder.

“You’re incredible, Jay, every piece of you,” Og whispered. “Are you ready for me?”

I may have nodded or possibly just mewled like a cat in heat. Either way, Og took it as a yes.

In one smooth motion, Rehan pulled out, and Ogden’s massive snake slowly slid in. My eyes bugged in my head as his smooth-scaled dick brushed across nerves I didn’t even know I had. One inch at a time, I stretched. It wasn’t quite the pure pleasure I associated with sex. My moans turned into a whimper. He was so big. It was too much. Before I could open my mouth to stop him. His knot hit my opening and my clit at the same time.

Erotic waves of pure bliss rocked my body. Og pulled out, and Rehan’s comparably reasonable size slid back in, soothing my nerves.

“Love, Jay, baby,” The babbles I’d associated with my blowjobs spilled out of Rehan’s mouth.

Once again, when he pulled out, Og’s dick stretched me, and Rehan’s eased the sensation. I wasn’t sure I’d ever truly gotten lost in sex before. But the change from uncomfortably full to a mind-blowing spike of heat against my clit, leading back to the simple, pure pleasure of Rehan, made me float in a sea of mindless passion. I felt every motion they made deep inside me, and it drove harder and faster than I knew I could experience.

“Oh, shit,” the two words came out between my panting breaths and mixed with Rehan’s babbling.

The water heir roared and came hard. His dick pulsed, and he pumped a few extra times before pushing on my lower back. Thoroughly lubricated, I sank onto Og. My building orgasm crashed as I slid down his dragon pole. I shuddered, my body tensing with pleasure. I tried to pull back, not sure if I could take more, but Rehan didn’t let up.

I hit Og’s base, and my slick sex sucked his engorged knot into my opening, pressuring my clit from the bottom. Before either of us could move, his knot swelled along with his dick. Every one of my nerve endings lit up at once. I screamed, moaned, and whimpered all at the same time as a second orgasm engulfed my body, still shuttering from my first. The world spun. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. Slowly, the wave of pure pleasure fizzled. I trembled, both desperate for more and trying to get away from the massive organ still splitting my legs open. But it held me fast.

I collapsed onto Og’s chest. The knot at my entrance pulled but didn’t release. Rehan had a hand on each of my ass cheeks. He leaned against me, panting. Pleasure and need drained out of me, leaving me raw.

As Rehan asked, I trusted, and they took care of me.

You’re not going to want this to end.

I already don’t, that’s the problem.

With Og’s knot holding me tight, I forced myself to relax against his chest. His breathing evened out, and his heart slowed, but his knot kept me tethered. Like our combined weight was just a toy, Rehan lifted Og by his ass, I assumed, and moved us further onto the bed so he could snuggle between our legs, still rubbing circles on my hand-print-covered butt cheek.

I’d never felt so warm and safe in my entire life, and I let myself sink into it, blocking out everything. I didn’t know how long we lay like that, but it was long enough that Og deflated.

He kissed me sweetly. “You still haven’t checked your magic.”

I froze. Every time before this, it was the first thing I did.

Tyson was possibly dying next to me, and all I could think about was how happy I felt. What was wrong with me?

Rehan grunted and kissed my ass before standing. I pushed off Og, watching Rehan’s pixie dust-glazed eyes lazily scan me from head to toe, his dick already hard again. Reality crashed back onto my shoulders.

Rehan was still drugged. I doubted he wanted to share any more than Tyson did, and I needed my magic back to save said fire dragon. Our mind-blowing sex was that simple.

With a deep breath, I opened my third eye. The world of magic lit up before me. The pixie dust working its way through Tyson’s system glowed like a disco ball. With a deep breath, I called on my magic and prayed.