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Chapter Three

C amille relaxed in Eben’s arms when he lowered his head and kissed her.

Oh, how delicious his kiss tasted, better than she had imagined.

His tongue teased and caressed, prodding deeper, then pulling back.

His hand grazed over her hip and up her side to cup her bare breast. The electric sensation of his thumb against her nipple made her inhale sharply.

He laughed. “I love seeing you turned on like this. Fuck, you’re beautiful.

” He pulled back his hand, hovering over her skin, but it was the look in his eyes that made her quiver before he touched her again.

His gaze intently followed his caress upon the curve of her breast. He traced the underside, then skimmed across to her other breast and up over the top, seemingly mesmerized by both pale mounds.

With a bolder motion, he skimmed around again, but brushed her nipples on the second pass.

The brief contact made her clit twinge and her heart speed up.

“Oh? Why did you never tell me so before?” she murmured, sliding her palms over his shoulder, rejoicing in the feel of him tight against her and apparently in no hurry to let her go. As eager as she was to move things along, she was enjoying his caresses too much to rush.

“I always thought it,” he said, apparently distracted by the texture of her nipple against his palm. “I imagined your face while Erika fucked me most nights. She was good, but never as perfect as you.”

She gaped at him. “You thought of me when you were … with her?” she asked, slipping her fingertips up into the hair at the base of his skull and panting in response to his touch.

If she weren’t so astounded, she’d have thought the flush that rose up to color his cheeks was cute. But this was a revelation.

“Camille … I told you I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.

I meant it. That first day in that bar in Boston …

I probably seemed rude, but I couldn’t stand up because I had such a hard-on after you walked through the door.

” As if to agree with his point, his cock twitched perceptibly between them.

“But … why? Why didn’t you ever tell me?

” she asked. Confusion tangled within her stomach.

All those nights fantasizing about being with him, having to listen to him with someone else through the thin fabric of their tents.

She was torn between wanting to punch him and wanting to drag him down to the floor, begging him to make love to her.

Eben’s brow creased above his closed eyelids and he seemed hesitant to meet her gaze again.

He shook his head a tiny bit and let out a sigh.

“I misunderstood you, I guess. At first I figured you were just too shy. Boy, did you prove me wrong. You just climbed right on that dragon cock, didn’t you?

” He opened his eyes and gave her a challenging smirk.

She punched him softly. “Yeah, but this place … there’s something …

” Magical , she thought, but her logical mind rebelled against articulating it.

As if somehow it made more sense for her physical need to overwhelm her to the degree that she’d pleasure herself on a statue.

Which then magically came to life? Who was she kidding?

Knowing what all the text etched in the floor around the throne meant didn’t make it any easier to grasp.

“Something in the air that makes you horny as shit,” he finished for her. “I know.”

She nodded, grateful that Eben seemed to have the same mental block. “Yes! Exactly. And I was so turned on watching you with the purple dragon-lady. And Erika with the red one … wow, those two.”

Eben chuckled. “Yeah, they were spectacular together.”

“What about your dragon?” she asked, suddenly concerned about the dragon-woman who she’d summarily displaced. She hadn’t seen the woman since regaining consciousness.

As if hearing her question, the female dragon seemed to materialize beside them. “Hello, Camille. You may call me Issa. I’m free now, thanks to your lovely man.” Issa ran her fingers through Eben’s thick, blond hair and give him a sensuous kiss.

When she pulled back, she smiled with pure, white teeth framed by a pair of luscious purple lips. “Don’t fret on my account. Just promise me you’ll treasure him. He is such a prize. Besides, I can’t bear to part two lovers, so I’ve agreed to let Roka have you both. He will treat you well.”

When she finished speaking, Issa bent and rested her mouth against Camille’s.

A smooth, sweet tongue gently parted her lips and Camille responded instinctively, slipping her hand behind Issa’s neck to hold her closer.

The dragon let out a contented hum and deepened their kiss.

Camille responded, sitting up straighter in Eben’s lap.

The kiss had her so tangled up in sensuous abandon she interpreted the caress moving up her inner thigh as being part of it.

Eben’s low groan hit her ears at the same second fingertips parted her pussy and began stroking.

She gasped against Issa’s lips and the dragon-woman pulled away, gazing at her appreciatively.

“I may regret letting the Guardian have you both. Perhaps he will share sometime, if you two are amenable.” Then with a gust of wind and dragon wings she disappeared again, landing across the room where Geva and Erika were entwined.

“You liked kissing her,” Eben said.

Camille only nodded, too aroused for words under his soft stroking.

“How long were you out there watching us?” he asked.

“I don’t even know.” Heat rose up her chest and her face flushed as she recalled the rush of sensation just before she blacked out.

He nuzzled against her ear. “I want you to stay awake when I make you come. No checking out, all right?” He dipped his head to look into her eyes.

She nodded. There was no denying his blue-eyed stare, and especially no denying the gentle massaging of his fingers over her clit.

Her eyes fluttered closed when one of his fingers ventured deeper, sliding inside the wet heat of her and caressing places she’d never been aware of until tonight.

“Camille, you are so tight and wet. I can’t wait to feel you ride my cock like you did his. I also can’t wait to show you all the other things we can do. Maybe with him. Or even with Issa, if you like her as much. Would you like that, baby?”

Camille bit her lip and moaned in pleasure before glancing at Roka.

He was attractive, strong and solid, and very, very large.

Her pussy clenched around Eben’s fingers when her gaze fell on Roka’s still painfully erect cock.

She remembered the polished jade shaft she’d deflowered herself on, but it was too difficult to reconcile that image with the image of this very alive man.

Every bit as alive as the one whose fingertips were giving her so much pleasure at the moment.

She closed her eyes and nodded in response to his question. “Yes, but I want to know what you feel like inside me first.”

“Mmm …” Eben murmured against her ear. “You have no idea how much I want that. Why don’t you turn around so we can give him a show until you’re ready for him again?”

Camille let him shift her around so her back rested against his chest and her legs were draped over his. He spread his own legs, forcing hers farther apart, and slid his hands back down over her breasts and between her thighs. Cool air hit her hot, swollen pussy when he parted her lips for Roka.

“Touch yourself for him, baby,” Eben murmured gruffly in her ear.

She gripped one of Eben’s arms to steady herself and slipped her other hand down between her legs.

Her over-sensitized flesh pulsed under her touch.

Eben’s strong shoulder caught her head when she tilted it back, sighing under her own caress.

She watched Roka from beneath her lowered eyelids, still acutely aware of the press of Eben’s cock against her backside.

Roka stood expectantly, a look of blatant hunger in his eyes while his attention focused on her fingers. She slipped them down in an inverted vee, grazing the sides of her clit and squeezing just enough to send a pleasant zing of sensation through her.

Eben dug his fingers into her hips, urging her to rise.

It was happening now, after all this time. She was going to have him. Maybe it was only a brief taste, but it was a start. She stood, still straddling his hips, her clit throbbing in anticipation.

“Fuck, you have a perfect ass,” Eben breathed. “I could get lost in it.”

He gripped each of her ass cheeks in his broad hands and squeezed, spreading her apart. Teasing fingertips trailed gently down the crease, barely brushing the pucker of sensitive flesh. Even that light touch was enough to make her gasp.

“Don’t worry, baby, that’s for later. Right now, I’m on a mission.”

He spread her slick, swollen lips with one thumb and forefinger. She heard his breathing quicken when he began to rub the hot tip of his cock against her.

“Does that feel good?” he asked breathlessly.

She realized she’d forgotten to breathe and choked out, “Uh huh.”

“Then let me in. All you have to do is … Oh, yeah, just like that. Fuck. ”

She abruptly lowered herself onto him, secretly delighted by the strangled sound he made and the way his fingertips dug painfully into her hips.

As new as this was to her, she thought Eben’s cock might just be magical.

She could feel him inside her. Even the subtle twitch of his hips made her moan in pleasure to feel the head of his cock rubbing some deep, unexplored spot.

Eben laughed. “You like that, baby? I can do that all night.”

His hands gripped her ass. With another slow surge of his hips she began to question her sanity.