Dragon's Magic Page 2

  “Are you sure about this?” I ask.

  “I’m sure.”

  “We don’t have to do this,” I whisper. “If you have any doubts, or you aren’t sure, or you don’t want things to change between us.”

  “Sabrina,” he says. “I’m ready.”

  I kiss him then, pressing my mouth to his, and the groan that escapes his lips makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. It makes me feel like nothing that could possibly happen will be better than this moment. It makes me feel like everything is going to be just fine. It’s going to be perfect.

  Chapter Two

  Reece

  There’s magic in the air in Fablestone tonight, but I don’t know why tonight is such a special night. It shouldn’t be. It’s just an ordinary night, but there’s something brewing that I can’t quite put my finger on. Somehow, everything has changed between Sabrina and me, and it’s happened quite in the blink of an eye.

  As I look down at her now, she’s got fire in her eyes.

  Passion.

  Need.

  I don’t know what she’s going through or what’s changed since our last appointment, but she’s hungry for something. She’s needy. She wants me.

  And she kisses like a fucking goddess.

  Maybe I should do the right thing and turn her down gently. Perhaps I should tell her that I’m sorry, but this just won’t work. It’s not the right time. It’s not the right place. It’s not...it’s just not any of those things.

  The reality is that I’m not a nice guy, though, so I lift up the doctor and pull her into my arms.

  “What are you doing?” She asks.

  “Taking you home.”

  “How far?”

  “Not far.”

  “Hurry.”

  She buries her head in my shoulder as I make my way down the street from the bar. I don’t live more than five minutes away, but the walk seems to take forever. She doesn’t say a word the entire way, but it doesn’t matter because she’s touching me. I can feel her everywhere. Her hands are on my chest and neck and cheeks. She can’t seem to keep them to herself and that’s fine because I wouldn’t want her to.

  I need this just as much as she does.

  We both do.

  I reach my home in record time – four minutes instead of five – and hurry instead. I close the door behind us and drop her to her feet. She kicks off her shoes and starts kissing me and pulling my clothes off. My roommate is nowhere to be seen, which is perfect because with Sabrina, I want to take my time. I want to make love to her over and over again. I want to lose myself in her.

  And apparently, she feels the same way.

  Who knew?

  I had no idea that my very-serious, very-professional shrink was such a naughty girl, but I completely love it. I love all of this. When I walked into the bar, I wasn’t expecting anything at all. I thought I’d get a drink and leave, but this?

  This is perfection.

  I’m standing in just my boxers and she looks up at me with a smile.

  “You should take those off,” she tells me.

  I raise an eyebrow.

  “Is that right?”

  “Mmhmm,” she murmurs, running her hands up and down my chest. “It would make me very, very happy.”

  I cock my head, looking at her. For a second, I’m not sure what she’s doing, or why she’s talking to me this way, and then I realize that she’s trying to top me. She’s not a submissive partner in the bedroom. She’s either a top or a switch. Normally, that kind of play wouldn’t get me excited, but today?

  Well, it’s been a long day, and all bets are off.

  Maybe I should be willing to switch things up, at least a little. I don’t have to top her to have fun. I can let her be in control. Besides, it could be nice to just give the little minx everything she wants. My inner-tiger absolutely growls as she scrapes her nails lightly down my chest.

  “What are you doing to me, Sabrina?”

  It’s the question of the evening, but I’m not sure I’ve gotten a good answer just yet.

  “Nothing you don’t want,” she whispers, and when she looks up at me with those damn gorgeous eyes of hers, and I shove my boxers down. I keep my eyes on hers as they fall to the floor. They pool around my feet, but she doesn’t look. Neither one of us looks. Instead, she reaches out and runs her hand up my thigh as she watches my eyes.

  My cock is so damn hard I’m going to explode. Seriously. I’m almost in physical from the pure anticipation of this moment.

  “Sabrina,” I murmur, but she just shakes her head.

  “Don’t talk,” she says.

  “I...”

  She silences me with a kiss, and then she grabs my cock with her hand. Instantly, she starts stroking me. She doesn’t take her time. She doesn’t tease me. She doesn’t take things slow. She just grabs me and starts rubbing me up and down.

  And she kisses me more and more.

  I find my hands reaching for her. I pull her close and she lets me. She whispers sweet nothings as we kiss, as she strokes me, as we play. And suddenly, I’m aware that she’s wearing a lot more clothing than me.

  It’s something we need to remedy.

  I start pulling her clothes off as she keeps her hand firmly on my cock.

  “You’re going to make me come if you aren’t careful,” I warn her.

  Sabrina only laughs.

  “That’s kind of the idea, big boy.”

  “Not yet.”

  “What do you mean?” She laughs. “You can come more than once.”

  “I want to come inside of you,” I tell her.

  “You’ll get to,” she says. “You’ll get everything you want, Reece. Everything and more.”

  “What I want is you,” I whisper.

  Then, I gently push her hand away, and I drop to my knees in front of her. She seems surprised, and I know she’s not used to giving up control in this way, but that’s okay. This isn’t about a power exchange. This is about worship. This is about adoration. This is about showing her just how fantastic I think she really is.

  I lean forward and reach for her panties with my mouth. I grab the thin band between my teeth and tug down, down, down.

  Soon her panties are gathered around her ankles, just as mine were, and I reach forward to plant a soft kiss against her skin. She holds perfectly still as I taste Sabrina for the very first time, as I tease her and taunt her gently in this way. It’s fantastic and it’s wonderful and oh, I’ve wanted this for so very long. Soon she’s on the edge of orgasm. Her breathing hitches and she’s gasping for breath as she grips my hair.

  I look up at her and see her watching me.

  “Sabrina,” I murmur. “Are you going to come for me, sweetie?”

  She nods, looking down at me, and I slide a finger inside of her. I start pulsing it in and out of her tight pussy and instantly, she starts to come. Her body tenses and I can feel her muscles contracting as she cries out in excitement and pleasure.

  And then she’s done.

  She’s come.

  I stand up and pull her close before she falls. Her knees are weak and she gives me her full body weight.

  “Reece, that was...”

  “Hot as hell,” a voice from behind us says, and I turn back to see my roommate, Wilson, standing on the stairs. He’s in his own boxers with his cock out, and he’s stroking himself. Yeah, so apparently, my voyeuristic roommate wasn’t unaffected by our little show.

  I turn back to Sabrina, expecting her to freak out. Dragons and shifters in general tend to be a bit kinky, but she’s not a dragon. She’s not a tiger. She’s a human. How is sweet little Sabrina going to handle being watched by Wilson?

  Is she going to yell?

  Grab for her clothes?

  Run for the door?

  She doesn’t do any of that, though. She doesn’t seem bothered in the least that he watched us.

  Wait.

  Did she...know...that he was there?

  How could she
have?

  I didn’t even know.

  But Sabrina raises a finger and crooks it toward Wilson.

  “Come here,” she murmurs. “We have room for one more.”

  Chapter Three

  Sabrina

  It’s presumptuous that the dragon would want to play, but I notice him watching us and he doesn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, judging by the way he strokes his cock while Reece licks my pussy, I’d say he’s wholly invested in the experience. When I encourage him to come on and join us, I half-expect him to turn and flee, but he doesn’t. Instead, the leader of the clan comes down the stairs, lifts me into his arms, and kisses me fiercely.

  It’s a little weird, perhaps, having our first kiss happen when we’re both already naked, or practically naked, but it doesn’t feel awkward or forced. It feels right. It feels good.

  And it feels like no matter what happens next, everything between us is going to be passionate and wild, and it’s going to be just as it should.

  And it’s happening now.

  Right now.

  I don’t know what Wilson needs, but I do know what I need. Suddenly, I’m completely overwhelmed with desire and what I want is both of them.

  Together.

  Now.

  I’m not usually that type of girl. I’m not usually all that wild in the bedroom and I’m not usually that unpredictable, but today has been a strange sort of day. My life has been a strange sort of life.

  And I’m ready to stop waiting around for things to happen to me.

  I’m ready to make things happen.

  I’m too old not to have an adventure when I want one or when the opportunity presents itself. I’m too old to be worried about making the right choices all of the time. No, the choices I make need to be the choices that I am happy with, satisfied with, and that make me feel like I’m doing exactly what I need to be doing.

  I’m ready to live.

  And so tonight, I’m living.

  Wilson carries me into the living room and Reece follows. The house is beautiful, big, and decorated in a lovely way, but I barely notice any of that. I’m too caught up in him: in both of them.

  Being in Fablestone has had its ups and downs, but this is definitely one of the perks. Everyone here is so fucking beautiful and tonight I’m about to be worshipped, totally adored, by the two sexiest creatures in town.

  I can’t believe my luck.

  I should pinch myself because this really is like a dream. In my fantasies, we’ve done all of this before, and more. The reality, though? It’s so much better than I could have possibly imagined. They taste better, look better, hell – they fucking smell better than I ever dreamed.

  And now I’m wet.

  And we’re playing.

  And anything could happen now.

  When Wilson lays me down on the carpeted floor, he considers me for a long moment. He looks at me and just lets his eyes roam my body. I feel naughty and excited: aroused and wanted. Needed. Wanted.

  I feel more desired than I ever have in my life. Somehow, when Reece and Wilson look at me, I don’t feel dirty or bad. I just feel perfect. I love being the center of their attention. Usually, under scrutiny, I crack. Like a flower that receives too much sun, I wilt under that sort of pressure. With them, though, it doesn’t feel bad.

  With them, it feels like it’s supposed to be this way.

  “She’s still aroused,” he says, and his eyes flash another color: green, maybe.

  “Of course, she is. She’s only come once,” Reece chuckles.

  “I think she needs another one before she’ll be ready for us.”

  “Oh, I agree,” Reece says.

  I both love and hate how they’re talking about me like I’m not even here. I mostly love it, though. They’re talking about all of the things they’re going to do to me, and I am completely and totally fine with that. I’m at their mercy now: no more topping from me tonight. As much as I want to boss these boys around, I want to see what they’ve got planned even more.

  They make me curious, and I get the feeling that left to their own devices, both Wilson and Reece can be very dirty indeed.

  “I want her,” Wilson says.

  “I can’t wait to slide my cock into her,” Reece agrees.

  “She’s going to look so damn good with us inside of her.”

  I’m filled with desire, with excitement.

  I want it, too.

  I want all of this.

  Everything.

  “Please,” I whisper, and they both look at me together.

  “Oh, she’s begging,” Wilson whispers.

  “How interesting,” Reece agrees.

  My pussy clenches, aching, and I can feel my own wetness on my thighs. That’s how turned on I am right now. It’s something I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before. I don’t even know what to do with all of these feelings and emotions.

  Suddenly, I know that I’m in trouble.

  Big trouble.

  They haven’t even gotten inside of me yet and already I’m begging them for more. Maybe it’s because I know they have more to give or perhaps it’s just because it’s, uh, well, it’s been awhile. Either way, I need them. I know that I need them.

  And I’m absolutely, totally, completely not above begging if it means I’m going to get exactly what I want.

  What I want is for them to take me over and over again in different ways. I want us all to come. I want us to laugh and to lick and suck and touch and rub. I want to forget about everything that exists outside of this room.

  I want it to just be us.

  “I am,” I whisper.

  I am begging.

  Wilson and Reece are kneeling on either side of me. Reece starts kissing my neck gently while Wilson plays with my nipples. They’re hard and peaked: alert and ready for everything and anything he has to give.

  I just want more of this.

  I need more of this.

  Wilson leans down and sucks one of my breasts into his mouth.

  “Perfect,” he says.

  “I want to try,” Reece murmurs, and he sucks my other breast between his lips. He groans in pleasure, and I wiggle, pushing my breasts higher into their mouths. I want more of this. Oh, I want so much more. At this point, I’ll do whatever the hell they want if they just don’t stop.

  Wilson chuckles and pulls away. He keeps his hand on my breast though: playing with it, kneading it. He teases me slowly, taunting me.

  “Please,” I whisper.

  “Please, what?” He raises an eyebrow. “You’ll have to be more specific than that, Sabrina.”

  “Wilson, I want you to touch my pussy,” I say.

  I’m not even embarrassed about this.

  I’m not ashamed.

  I’ll ask him a million more times if it means he’ll give me what I need, what I want. I may have come once for Reece, but I’m ready to come again.

  And again.

  And again.

  “Like this?” He asks.

  He rests his hand flat over my lips. Reece is still playing with my breast. He’s licking it softly, tenderly, and now he’s using his hand on my opposite breast. The sensation is keeping my brain mushy. I’m not really sure how to put into words what I want or need right here.

  “No,” I shake my head. “Not like that.”

  “Oh, okay,” he looks up at me again. “Like this?”

  Now he strokes between my legs softly using only one finger. He’s just barely touching me, barely grazing the skin, and I want to cry out in frustration because I really, really need more than that.

  “More,” I whisper.

  “Tell me what you want, baby,” he says.

  I groan, shaking my head. What more does he want from me? I want an orgasm. I want to come. I want to explode. I want to stop worrying about everything in my world and instead, I just want to think about him and Reece and this moment.

  To my surprise, Wilson doesn’t give in to me, though. I would have pegged him
as the kind of guy who would eventually succumb to his woman’s desires. He’s a bit more confrontational than I thought he would be, even in the bedroom, but I suppose that’s what happens when you’re the clan leader.

  Instead of giving me what I want, he pulls away completely.

  “Sabrina.”

  “What?”

  “Look at me.”

  I prop myself up on my elbows. Reece pulls his mouth away and sits back, but he keeps one hand on me. He rests it on my thigh as Wilson looks at me, waiting for me to obey him.

  Finally, I meet his gaze, and his eyes seem to completely take over me. I don’t know what I’m going to do under that molten stare. It’s all so much to bear.

  “What is it?” I whisper.

  “This can be really wonderful.”

  “I think so, too,” I start to say, but he holds his hand up to silence me. Instantly, I fall quiet. Apparently, he’s not finished.

  “But I’m not like your other lovers.”

  “Is this your way of telling me you aren’t like other boys?” I ask, winking.

  “I’m not,” he says, but he’s serious. “I don’t play games, Sabrina, and I don’t mess around. I’m going to give you the best fucking orgasm of your life, baby, but you have to level with me. Asking me to touch you isn’t going to cut it for me, okay? I want to hear you say it, Sabrina, and I want you to use your dirty little mouth to get me off. Begging? Telling me how you want me to slide my fingers into your pussy and rub you from the inside until you come? That’s what gets my dick hard, so if you want to play with me, then you’re going to fucking play with me.”

  Holy.

  Fucking.

  Dragons.

  “Okay,” I whisper, because I don’t really know what else to say. I’ve never had a guy monologue like that about sex and I’ve never had anyone be so direct with me. It’s actually pretty refreshing.

  And kind of wonderful.

  “Let’s try again,” he says.

  He reaches out and pushes my chest, forcing me to lie back down. I’m on my back now on the soft carpet. Reece still has a hand gently resting on my thigh and he’s stroking my skin softly, tenderly.