My First Drake relaxes in a steaming hot pool, the edges coated in luminous moss but otherwise clean, thanks to some ancient trick of magic. He glances at me as I arrive, as if he felt me coming through our bond; his massive arms spread out along the rim, I feel pleasure and relaxation sigh off Bjorn as I arrive.
He makes a deep rumble in his chest, his eyes sparking gold with delight that I’ve come to him. As I get close, he pushes up from the water, snagging my robe and pulling it off me as he grips my thigh.
I let Bjorn strip my robe away, growling with genuine pleasure now as he grips my thigh and bare ass. As I set my hands to his brawny shoulders, he lifts me effortlessly into the water with him. He slides me down his strong, wet body; I revel in being together with him, alone now, as I ease right down to a seat on his rock-solid thighs.
Bjorn turns us in the water, then leans back against the side of the pool, already hard as he presses against me in just the right spot. With a growl, he’s pushing in, slowly thrusting up inside me as I gasp, catching my breath.
I forget the four silver rings in my fist until he’s all the way inside me. Then, as we rock together in the water, he pulls my fist down from hisshoulder.
Opening my hand and inspecting what’s within.
“You’ve found something during your time away.” He rumbles as he glances up at me, golden fire blazing in his eyes as he feels what I do from the rings.
Power—lots of it.
“They’re for you,” I say as he grips my ass beneath the water, kneading me as we fuck. “You and all our drakes.”
Bjorn eyeballs them again, then looks back up at me. “Which one is mine? Where did they come from?”
“Thewhereis a long story, but they were once Aesa’s and her drakes,” I tell him now as we move together, fucking slowly and deliciously in the slick, mineral-rich hot springs. “I didn’t know it, but I discovered last night that my ring was Aesa’s, not Hedda’s. As for which one is yours… I don’t know. Which one speaks to you?”
Gazing down at the four men’s rings in my palm, Bjorn frowns. He stops moving as he contemplates them, ceasing our underwater sex, though he remains inside me.
He frowns harder as I watch his golden gaze peruse them. At last, he snorts, then reaches out, picking out one that has a silver dragon same as mine, but done bigger for a man’s ring. It’s coiled around a bright red fire opal, which seethes with beautiful gold all through it.
Matching a similar fire opal in my ring, right near my silver dragon’s heart.
“This one,” he says now as he takes it. As he does, I feel a bright wind of rage and righteousness whip through us both, via our bond. It makes us catch our breaths, as Aesa’s Truthstone flares upon my chest, and the silver ring I wear seems to shine with a red-gold light.
As Bjorn takes his silver ring, slipping it on his left ring finger like a wedding band, a deep pulse of togetherness rocks us. It shoots right through us, making us both exhale like we’ve been punched, but in a good way.
As a roaring Bloodwind rushes out around us, from both our dragonssurging up hard, cascading through each other in our Bloodbond, our bodies are hauled together. Bjorn grunts, and I gasp; he moans, as both his hands grip me now. As he hauls me tight against him, we suddenly fuck again—hard.
Because this magnificent togetherness can only be sealed with the real deal. With a short roar, needing to go deeper than he can in this position, Bjorn turns me now, and I quite agree.
He heaves me up against the side of the hot pool, my hands on the rim and my knees on the bench underwater as he stands. Bjorn thrusts inside me again, doing me hard now, doggy-style, at the edge of the pool.
As he grips my hips, he pounds into me; I rush and roar, arching back now, needing him to take me. Because the togetherness we’re feeling from the rings is just too good; we have to celebrate it with sex, as Bjorn pounds that perfect spot inside me, over and over.
And I come.
He comes, too, as a bright, rageful whirlwind rushes through both our magics, hurtling us up into the stratosphere. Our dragons are thrust together so hard by that magnificent surge of power that I don’t know where one begins and the other ends, as they roar hard through the skies.
We form that bright Ouroboros before we come back down to earth. And then it’s with laughter, cascading from both of us as we settle back down into the water.
Bjorn cradles me on his lap, as we heave hard breaths, cheek to cheek.
“Holy hells!” He coughs as he chuckles, growling deep in his chest. “Just when I thought our magics couldn’t bond any closer?—”
“Then we find some magical rings to seal the deal for us.” I laugh also, hauling his strong arms in tight around me. “Jesus! That was a rush. I wonder what else these things do?”
I glance at my hand now, at Aesa’s ring on my finger. I set the other rings beside the pool as Bjorn and I had our sudden, spontaneous sex; as I glance at him, I see how his ring now lives on his left ring finger. Suddenly, having mine on my left index finger somehow seems wrong.
I frown, then move it to my left ring finger instead.
And inhale as it magically sizes down—a perfect fit.
“Well. I guess it’s supposed to be there,” I say as I gaze at my hand, amazed.
