Kiko would be in her glory.Steady, boys,I said.We have all our lives. This is about Rafael.
Fucking hell. Tell that to my dick,the red Dragon groused.I’m a dirty thought away from wrecking these pants. Must be the bloody Satyr vibes.
You’re always a horny bastard.Marcus picked up the drums and moved to a boulder near the canopy.
Are you going to sing?I asked.
Please tell me you aren’t going to fucking sing,Havoc rumbled.
The golden sunbursts in Marcus’s eyes gleamed. He didn’t answer me, but rather gestured to Rafael, who was just emerging from the boulder he’d changed behind. “Rafael, stand here with me. Havoc, stay with Riley, right about there.”
I took my Dragon shifter’s arm and moved him to where Marcus indicated. But my pulse pounded, because Rafael, in low-hung white pants and nothing else, was heart-stoppingly beautiful.
Men aren’t beautiful,Marcus said.
Well, he is,I stated. And, he was. His hair hung over his shoulders to almost his waist, as long as Havoc’s, but with a mixture of browns and golds that shimmered in the candlelight. He moved gracefully, his muscles hugging close to his frame, well-developed and defined, but not heavy like a Dragon’s. A dancer’s body. Or a runner’s.
No, I told myself. He’d not be a runner. I would make sure of it.
His expression was difficult to read, the features so perfect they could be an artist’s rendition of a Fae soldier, rather than a living, breathing man. I couldn’t catch his full gaze. He was definitely avoiding looking at me. But despite strategic positioning of his hands, the pants disguised nothing.
Step one achieved,Marcus commented.Good to know I’m not the only one in a state.
You’re not the only one in a fucking state,growled Havoc.Can we get on with this?
As Marcus started to drum, I saw Fang scurry to a nearby boulder. The Webspinner stood on top, and swayed to the beat, tapping the rock with her fuzzy little feet.
The beat—trust a Centaur to know how to hook into my heart, and take it for a ride. The drums at first trotted, and then picked up a gallop rhythm.
Then Marcus started to sing. And everything—the cave, Havoc, Rafael—vanished as the melody wove around me, and sucked me in.
Because I might not be able to understand the words, but I knew without a doubt it was a love song. Every note in his voice, and the way his eyes fastened on me and never moved away, zinged through my core.
If that hadn’t been enough of an indication—the link between us lit up with a surge of desire that brought tears to my eyes and had Havoc rocking from foot to foot, as though he had no idea what to do with it. But he moved closer and a bit behind me, his hard body brushing against mine.
The song wove our hearts and souls together, linking the three of us with a tether that grew ever stronger—and then reached for the fourth. Who didn’t seem to respond—but his scent, compelling and powerful, wafted off him.
I raised my eyes from where Marcus sat, to Rafael.
His eyes were glowing. One silver, the other gold. They locked onto me, and didn’t look away.
He was trembling. I could see it, even from where I stood. Close, so close to the edge.
I needed to push him over.
I turned to Havoc, reached a hand up to his face, and danced my fingers along his jaw. His metallic copper eyes gleamed before he bent and kissed me.
A powerful pulse of pure lust swept along the link. I tensed a little, unsure of what Marcus would think. His initial reaction to Havoc and me had been so intense.
Havoc had something to say.I was with you, Dreambit, when Marcus screwed your brains out.
You were?Marcus’s voice faltered just a bit.
Yeah, dammit.
Did you pick up tips?Marcus’s eyes had gone very dark, and scales erupted over his cheekbones.
Watch and learn,growled the Dragon. His mindvoice was thick with passion, and Marcus’s tone roughened as he continued his melody. I had no idea how he managed to keep singing at all, but the lust running through him added impact to every word, until I was shivering with the power of it.
