Page 7 of The Dragon Queen (Ember: Queen Of Dragons #6)

EMBER

It's there--the magic. It's at my fingertips.

I spasm around Jianyu's enormous cock, squeezing him hard, and he shudders over top of me. Tingles of pleasure race through my body, swirling purple clouds of smoke flickering into being around us.

Only to die away.

I want to growl in frustration, but Jianyu is trying so hard to get me out of my head.

I don't know where his faith is coming from. He's so convinced that we can manifest world-saving levels of magic from thin air, but even as I'm shuddering through the most intense possible sexual pleasure, my mind is racing. An imaginary clock ticks closer and closer to the Dragon Moon--to King Erembour stealing all the power from the dragon world.

I have to recapture my magic.

I have to.

But as Jianyu starts to soften within me, the flickers of magic fade away completely. I do let out a growl this time.

And I reach for my other two mates.

The desperation within me is a riot of chaotic energy. I want Rafe and Storm to fuck me because I want to get fucked; the yawning emptiness inside of me as Jianyu pulls out is unbearable. My skin aches for their touch.

But I'm also chasing those quicksilver flashes of magic. Our bonds have always fueled our shared power, and our command over the elements has never been more clear than when we're in the throes of passion.

"Please," I gasp, straining my hand toward Storm. My gaze is on Rafe. I want them both, the insatiable part of me going wild at the prospect of them putting their hands on me, their cocks inside me.

Their magic in my skin.

"Shh," Rafe gentles me, moving to my side.

With a shudder, Jianyu presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth and rises onto his haunches.

That clears the way for Rafe and Storm to descend on me. I lie there naked on the ground, my thighs spread and my pussy dripping two men's come, my arms wide open as I draw my mates near.

Rafe crashes his mouth to mine and slips his hand between my legs. I groan, biting at his lip as his fingers press inside me, his thumb stroking my clit.

At the same time, Storm kisses my throat, and I tip my head back to invite him in. His hot hands curl around my breasts. I arch into his touch and rock my hips, trying to get Rafe deeper, but fingers aren't anywhere close to enough.

"Need," I gasp, fumbling for their cocks. "Fuck--I need you--"

"Whatever you want," Storm promises, and that's all I need to hear.

I twist in their grasps, rising to my knees and pushing Storm down to the ground. He lands with a grunt of surprise, and our gazes connect. His eyes are dark and wanting, and a part of me still can't believe that we get to be together like this again.

Holding his cock up, I swing a leg over him to straddle his hips. My pussy is a slick mess of my desire and Jianyu and Malik's seed, wetness dripping onto Storm as I rub my clit against his thick crown.

"Fuck, Ember," he breathes, claiming my mouth.

"That's right," Rafe says, settling behind me. He holds onto my hips, his own cock a huge, hot brand against the small of my back.

And fuck, fuck, I want them both, so bad.

With a cry, I sink down onto Storm's cock. He's so big, stretching me even though I've just taken two other men, but it's not enough.

"Need more," I rasp, bracing myself with one hand on Storm's shoulder and reaching back for Rafe with the other. "Come on--"

"Slow down." Rafe takes my hand and holds it tightly. He rocks his hips, sliding the hot line of his cock against the cheek of my ass, and I tilt my hips back.

I've taken one man in my pussy and another in my ass before. I can do it again.

"Anybody happen to have lube in their pajamas?" Storm asks, delirious and breathy as I ride him hard.

"Sorry," Rafe says. "Don't wear pajamas."

"I can fly home and get some," Jianyu offers, but he isn't serious--there isn't time.

"It's fine." I arch my spine, presenting my ass to Rafe, but the jerk shakes his head.

"Won't hurt you."

"You won't," I babble. "You never could. I just--I have to--"

Have to have them, have to be stuffed full and claimed, have to find the magic we share and that I lost--I have to--

In my desperation, I lose my rhythm, and a sob escapes me as Storm slips out.

Never one to miss an opportunity, Rafe surges forward, taking Storm's place, and holy fuck--

"Yes," I whimper as Rafe pounds into me a half dozen times.

"You like that?" Rafe's mouth is wet, his voice deep as he slams his thick cock in and out of my pussy. I'm so wet and open, the sound of me getting fucked like this is obscene, but I don't care.

"I love it," I admit.

"Love us sharing you like this?" Rafe pulls out, and I whimper, but then there's Storm again, dragging me down onto him.

"You're amazing," Storm says in wonder, fucking up into me. "You feel so good."

So do they, but there's no rhythm. The first electric pulses of impending orgasm taunt me, the promise of our shared magic not far behind, but they're all out of my reach.

I let out a frustrated sound, and Rafe slips a hand around me to strum at my clit, but it's still not enough. I bounce myself harder and faster on Storm, but Rafe tugs at me. I lift up higher, letting Storm slide out once more, and the sharp ache of being empty threatens to consume me.

Rafe lines himself up and slides in, and I don't know if they fucking planned this or what, but they start to take turns for real, each taking a dozen odd strokes into my pussy before retreating and giving the other one a chance. My head spins, that elusive edge of ecstasy hovering above me, and I can't breathe, it's not enough, it's too much, I need--

And then Storm is fucking into me from below, but somehow, he must miss his cue, because there Rafe is, pushing and pushing, and--

No--It isn't possible.

My eyes fly open. "Yes," I breathe. "Yes--"

"Ember," Storm breathes.

Rafe buries his face in my hair and presses inward. "Holy shit."

"Beloved," Malik cautions from someplace far away.

Jianyu's there, too. "Are you sure--"

And then I'm screaming, splitting open, the fullness too impossibly, insanely, inconceivably much, and yet it's there. Tears stream down my face, but my body releases, letting them both force their way into my pussy at once.

Rafe groans, and black smoke effervesces in my lungs, my dragon crowing. There's light somewhere at the edges of my vision, purple energy vibrating inside and within me as I surrender to ultimate pleasure.

As one, Storm and Rafe fuck my gaping, sodden cunt, splitting me in half and making me anew. Between one breath and the next, the orgasm that had been just beyond my reach slams into me, and I shatter into a thousand pieces, each glittering with the magic of fire and air and shadow. They mix with the water and stone coursing through my veins and in my bones, and I explode into limitless pleasure.

The spasms seem to go on and on, carrying me away into an impossible bliss. All the while, Rafe holds me close, shouting as his cock kicks inside me. His hot seed floods me, and Storm is only seconds behind him. They both fill me to the brim with their essence, only I'm still climaxing, lost on the endless waves of ecstasy as I'm ruined and destroyed and perfect in their arms.

As I let go, glittering tingles of magic gather within me, and my dragon devours them all, swooping through my chest on outstretched wings.

Rafe slips out, and I cling to Storm. My pussy flutters, the loss almost too much to bear. I squeeze my internal muscles around Storm, and he shudders as he holds me close.

"Wow," he murmurs, his face buried in my hair.

Rafe smooths a hand down my spine, and I shiver uncontrollably at the gentle touch. His voice is raspy, emotion betraying him. "You can say that again."

Kneeling beside me, Jianyu strokes my shoulder. "Are you all right?"

I'm so much better than all right-- except--

The billowing curls of magic that had started to coalesce around us in our mating blow away like so much smoke.

A whimper rocks me. Ecstasy and disappointment twine together within my heart. I'm wrung out and sore, and so confused.

Jianyu was right--there is still power within me, even without the Shadow Queen's Bracer. I felt it moving through me when I was locked in the deepest embrace of passion with my mates.

But I can't get spit-roasted or double-vaginally-penetrated in the middle of a battle with the Shadow King.

There must be some other way to focus my magic. Something I'm missing.

Sensing my worries returning to me, Storm kisses my temple and loosens the circle of his arms. I shudder again as his softening cock slips free. There's a wet gush, and I choke on a sound of loss, flexing inside but unable to stem the tide.

Malik appears on my other side. He and Jianyu help me to dismount Storm, and I fall into the comfort of their embrace, allowing them to hold me up. Together, they help to settle me on the ground. The soft grass of the meadow is ticklish on all of my oversensitive parts, but it's as good of a place to rest for now as any.

As exhausted as my body is, my mind refuses to slow at all, though. Recovering, Storm rests his knee against mine. Rafe's sitting close by, too. It takes more strength than it should, but I extend my hand to brush the backs of my knuckles against his bare shoulder.

A ripple of ease passes through me. Being in physical contact with all four of my mates soothes something within me. I feel balanced. In control.

I close my eyes.

Putting all of my will into it, I summon the spark of our shared, elemental magic. I envision the grass aflame, the sky darkening with heavy rainclouds, the wind whipping the air into a cyclone, the very bedrock itself cracking in two.

But nothing happens.

Nothing.

A deep sob lodges itself in my throat. I stifle it as fast as I can, but wrinkles of concern spread through the smooth cords of my mate-bonds.

"Ember..." Jianyu starts.

"It's fine," I assure him, opening my eyes. "I'm fine."

He doesn't believe it. Nor should he.

My stomach dips.

I have to find a way to get my magic back. I have to work harder, dig deeper, be better.

I have to figure out why the Shadow Bracer rejected me.

And I have to do it fast.

The fate of all of dragonkind is up to me.