Bodies are pounding; flesh is fucking flesh. Everybody is in a writhing, thundering mass of heat and need now upon the bed, as Ström liberateshimself from Mikkel in a masterful maneuver, then thrusts Mikkel to the pillows instead.
Ström heaves Mikkel’s leg up over his shoulder as they kiss like rampaging enemies on the battlefield, and Ström takes Mikkel now. I’m screaming from Bjorn taking me, as Ström wrangles my hair and kisses me now, while still fucking Mikkel.
I devour Ström’s lips; his grin is wicked as he takes me with his kiss, and Bjorn punishes me down below. As Ström breaks from my lips, shoving me down atop Bjorn now with his fist in my hair, he takes my lips to Mikkel.
Mikkel and I kiss now, as Bjorn roars and pins my hips in place so he can keep fucking me, relentless. I writhe between them, scalding as I kiss my vicious Third Drake and his kiss burns me alive.
It doesn’t even matter that all of us are touching now; Bjorn’s over it, as he rolls me to hands and knees next, taking me doggy style. Ström’s rolled Mikkel, too, so he and I can kiss as our lovers fuck us both.
Mikkel grips my hair and the back of my neck with one hand as we continue to bite each other and kiss; we both gasp and cry out as our lovers take us.
Then, with one last thundering thrust, Bjorn comes. His massive wave of heat and fire hits us like an avalanche; no one can hold on, as we all come together in a gargantuan wave of heat and fire, glorious.
Because my First Drake is incredible, as his vast outpouring of love, lust, rage, and completion hits us, hard. I feel that towering wave of lovemaking thrust us all to the skies; I feel it as the four of us braid into that masterful Ouroboros again, all our dragons melding and intertwining now as they come together in this celestial wave of heat, darkness, beauty, and sound.
Someone is missing from our incredible amalgamation of magic, however, as a tremendous wave of renewal sweeps us. I feel that enormous hit of power rush into the fifth of our Bloodbond as he comes to us fromnearby.
Because Baldur felt what we’re all doing here, and he couldn’t stay away. As he pushes in through the vaulted doors of our suite, I feel his blazing blue-white eyes pin to our gasping, sweaty pile on the bed.
Our gargantuan wave of magic sweeps to him now, in a torrent of scorching Bloodwind. It carries all our magics, as it whirls around Baldur, seething with that incredible amalgamated auric fire we’ve been able to make a few times now.
As that cosmic fire sweeps Baldur, licking over his skin and diving around him with our united Bloodwind, I see it do what none of us could do individually. I see it dive into his flesh and purify him from the inside out, as searing crimson-black curses flare a bright, star-white now.
Singeing up and evaporating from his skin.
Baldur gasps, his head thrown back in ecstasy as our auric fire claims him. I feel his blazing joy as our magics devour him—because it feels so good to be surrounded by our love, when he was so crushed by his own inner darkness.
It makes him blaze like a star, as he opens his blue eyes and they sear diamond-white. As the curses race back to just his hands and feet now, I feel how we’ve banished most of the Black Dragon from his veins, glorious.
It’s not gone, though; the Usurper is too strong for that. I know we’ll need the fifth of our Bloodbond to join us in this powerful lovemaking for us to really heal my brightest drake.
Baldur knows it, too, as his incredible, cosmic-light eyes pin me, devouring my drakes’ and my nakedness.
Slowly, he walks to the bed.
Shedding clothing all the way.
17
HISTORY
Baldur has far more strength in him, now that most of his curses from the Black Dragon are gone. He’s not hale yet, however, as he comes to the bed, searing us with his vivid blue eyes in the underground’s luminous darkness.
His gaze pins me first, diamond-hot, before it roves our group. Appreciative, he lingers on each of our nakedness, taking everything in like an artist’s dream before his gaze suddenly locks upon someone on the bed.
And his blistering magic heats tenfold.
That someone is not me, however, as I feel an answering fire scorch from our love-pile. It’s Bjorn, as an intense sensation heaves between the two drakes now, just as happened when we were in Baldur’s home during our trip to Iceland.
As their twin powers coil around each other now, though, Baldur’s and Bjorn’s Blood Magic recognizing each other, something about it makes me glance at Bjorn.
Because as both their blood rises now, it’s less like a fight about to erupt, and more like the towering synergy they’ve shared before in their magic—a synergy that’s saved our bacon more than a few times now.
As Bjorn keeps his gaze locked on Baldur, Baldur returns that gaze, scorching. Though Bjorn already came from our previous crazy sex, I feel him rise again—fully erect behind me now as Baldur stands just as erect before us.
What I thought before was a blistering jealousy and contention with Baldur, I suddenly know for what it is. Like Mikkel and Ström, Bjorn and Baldur share the hot fight-fuck of the Blood Dragons.
Something I never thought I’d feel from Bjorn—ever.
