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Morio let out a long yip, his voice echoing through the woodland, and as he came, I merged with his spirit as we rose, winging higher in the mist of passion that stirred from our lovemaking.
A slow cloud, sparkling purple and silver and green, began to filter through the meadow, and as Morio came, it swirled and spun, a dizzying vortex of energy. Even as I still rode the wave, Smoky scooped me up and was now holding me, his hair securing my back as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He used his hands to brace against the picnic table as he thrust himself in me, and I joyfully rode my dragon, pressing against him, rubbing my breasts against his chest. He whispered something so low in my ear that I could barely hear it, but then I nodded. I knew what he’d asked. He put me down and slid his fingers inside me, then began lubing his cock with my juices.
Trillian smiled darkly and lay down in the grass. As I straddled him, sliding down onto his cock, I pressed my breasts against his chest and raised my butt a little. Slowly, gently, Smoky knelt in back of me, guiding himself into my ass, slowly pressing forward, letting me lead the pace. I slowly leaned into him, knowing just how much pressure I could handle, and he used his hands to keep himself from putting his full weight on both Trillian and me.
They fucked me in rhythm, the drums buoying up our movements, driving us on. Feeling so full I could burst, the friction driving me on, I let out a strangled cry. I needed to come again, wanted to come, wanted to fuck the entire world.
Morio began stroking himself as he watched us, his eyes still glittering. He began to transform into his full demonic self, eight feet of gorgeous youkai, and my breath came in ragged pants as Smoky and Trillian drove me higher into the blur of desire and hunger.
As Morio knelt in front of me, I began licking that gigantic youkai cock of his. It was too big for me to take fully in my mouth, but I slid my lips over the tip and flicked my tongue against him as he stroked himself harder. Watching him was all it took then. With a sudden, sharp ache that echoed through my body, I came, pulsing with the waves of orgasm. Smoky and Trillian came, too, letting out groans as they filled me to overflowing.
We broke apart, but the music became more urgent, and I realized I was building up again. I needed more. I fell onto my knees in the soft grass, clutching at the blades, digging into the ground with my fingers, feeling the rich earth crumble under my touch.
And then Morio was behind me, sliding into my pussy with his engorged cock. In demon form he was huge, but at this point I was so aroused I could easily handle the girth and depth, and he howled, rearing back as he began thrusting against me. Panting, I leaned my forehead against the ground, pressing my breasts into the sweet earth, willing the magic to rise, to spin, to carry us up and aloft.
The beat of the drums grew frantic, and I looked up to see Smoky, eyes flashing, and Trillian, both caught in the web we were building. They knelt on either side and reached out, touching my shoulders, as Morio held my waist.
The power began to build into a cone. And then the bond that tied our souls together linked and we were in unison, all focused on the same outcome, and yet I had no clue what we were aiming for. Morio had set this up, though, and I trusted him. We were following instinct, music pouring around us, the driving beats pushing us higher.
And then I saw it—the cone of power that we were building—and I caught hold of it on the astral level, directing it, spinning it, guiding it as it grew taller and began to swirl.
A moment later, I caught a glimpse of the tethers that kept it tied to us. They were almost broken through. All it would take were a few more strokes from Morio, a few more deep breaths from me, and then…as Morio picked up the pace, the orgasm hit me—so hard and deep that I went spiraling out of my body, rising astride the cone of magic. Morio and Trillian and Smoky were there with me, connected to the energy, and I dropped my head back and all the joy and hunger and lust and love that I was feeling welled up into one piercing shriek.
The magical vortex we’d created hung in the air between us, and then, with a sudden swoosh, went shooting off into the astral, leaving us teetering for a moment before we went careening head over heels back to our bodies, back to the forest.
A moment later, I opened my eyes. The forest was silent. My men were sprawled around me as I pushed myself up to a sitting position. I glanced at the sky. The sun was just breaking over the horizon. We’d greeted the sunrise with a breath of fire, all right. But just where we’d sent the fire—and to whom or for what it was intended—I had no clue.
I let out a long breath as Morio transformed back into his human form and helped me up. Trillian and Smoky pushed themselves to their feet and began unpacking the picnic basket Morio had thrown together. As I brushed the soil and moss off my body and slid my nightgown and robe back on, it occurred to me that some mornings were worth waking up for.
Chapter 4
As we neared the house, it was obvious that either Hanna or Iris was up. The kitchen lights were on and the window over the sink was open. We could hear the sounds of breakfast being prepared.
As we got closer, I realized it must be Hanna, because Iris and Bruce emerged from their trailer as the four of us—in our robes, headed up the steps to the back porch. I rolled my eyes. We were in for it now.
Iris and Bruce stared at us as they joined us on the porch. Iris smirked. Bruce blushed like he’d just eaten a hot pepper.
“So, I take it the four of you’ve built up an appetite?” Iris slid past me and opened the kitchen door.
“Um…that would be an unqualified yes.” I inhaled deeply. What little we’d eaten for our breakfast picnic had barely touched my hunger, and the smells coming from the kitchen were tantalizing. I hurried in, eager to see what Hanna had cooked for us. She wasn’t quite as good as Iris yet, but she was no slouch in the chef’s department.
A big pot of oatmeal bubbled on the stove, along with a large skillet of scrambled eggs. Hanna was taking sausage links off the grill, and Iris quickly tied on her apron and washed her hands. She began to fix a stack of toast, while Roz, who had just wandered into the kitchen, took over mixing up a pitcher of concentrated orange juice.
We left them to work on breakfast and headed for our rooms. I was beginning to itch from the moss and the dirt, and I pulled off my nightgown and robe, dropping them into the hamper. Though I’d taken care with them, they were still covered with stray bits of forest debris.
“Dibs on the shower. Who’s joining me? And I do mean for a shower.”
Trillian jumped in with me and lathered me up thoroughly. I rinsed off the body wash as he washed his hair under the second shower head. We didn’t talk much. My thoughts were running between the scene in the forest—wondering what kind of magic we’d released—and the coming day.
“What are you doing today?” I finally asked as we toweled off and dressed.
“Working on Iris’s house. We’re really making headway, and we want to see how far we can get before the beginning of June. The plumber comes today, and the electrician.” He shrugged. “We want to be done in a month, if possible. Iris and Bruce can’t stay in that trailer for long, not with her pregnancy.”
Trillian’s concern for Iris touched me. My alpha lover had gone from arrogant and snarky to arrogant and…caring. He still oozed that Svartan charm, and he still had a razor-sharp tongue when he was annoyed, but he always treated Iris with a deferential respect that made me adore him even more.
We hurried down to breakfast to find the oatmeal, a huge stack of toast, several pounds of bacon, a platter of eggs, a platter of sausage, and a giant bowl of fruit salad waiting. I piled my plate high and accepted a stiff cup of coffee from Hanna, who had discovered the joys of caffeine and, within a short few months, had become as bad an addict as I was.
Nerissa hurried up from the basement, where she shared Menolly’s lair. Once it had occurred to them that since Nerissa slept during the night, and Menolly during the day, they realized there wasn’t much of a danger if Nerissa shared the same sleeping space, and she’d moved in.
