The Moon, the Madness, and the Magic (25 page)

She took Dane’s full length inside her, and Rourke felt her pleasure as Dane filled her.

“Rourke, she feels so good gripping my cock like this. Come on. I’m not going to last long.”

He pumped a long, hard stroke into Dane’s ass and then picked up the rhythm, driving Dane harder and higher within her. He sensed Dane’s strain from holding his imminent orgasm in check.

Images poured through Rourke’s mind. There was more between Dane and him than what they’d once believed. Something told him they belonged together, somehow always had. They’d nursed at the same woman’s breast. Being of one mind, sharing their bodies with each other and another woman, the woman they both cared so deeply for, suddenly didn’t seem strange anymore. The emotion he felt for Dane was his, but the sexual drive belonged to another part of him, a part lying dormant until Celeste released it.

He palmed Dane’s balls, knowing how the sensation felt, and smiled when he heard the man’s responsive moan of pleasure.

H
e merged with Dane and experienced the slide of his body along Celeste’s and the allure of her scent. With his shaft penetrating Dane’s ass and his mind participating in all their sensations, the tension mounting in his groin built to unbelievable proportions.

Celeste stared up at both of them, her magic swirling quicksilver in her eyes. Instead of holding back, Rourke drove harder, fucking Dane into her, giving them both all the pleasure he could, and opened his mind to them, enabling them all to share their feelings during this moment with one another.

“Rourke! I feel connected to you,” Celeste said. “To you, too, Dane, to all of your essences. I am for you.”

“We are for you,” the men vowed in unison, the two sounding almost like a chorus of deep voices.

Rourke reached between his legs and started rubbing Dane’s balls against his own, rolling the nuts inside gently as he began his rhythm, stroking in and not quite out. When he released them, their balls lightly slapped together as Dane lifted his ass for more and pressed his balls back for the full effect.

Rourke gasped then shouted “Damn!” when he heard Celeste whimper with desperation beneath Dane. His cock hardened more than he’d ever experienced inside Dane. The pleasurable sensations gripped him. He loved how all of it felt so erotic, so wonderful.

When Rourke pressed deeper inside Dane, his hands gripping his hips, Dane slowed his pace. Rourke sensed the pressure building in his balls. His own cock ached with need, and he pressed his cock deeper. “Good?” he asked.

“Fuck. Good. Fuck me harder,” Dane responded through loud breaths.

“Harder?”

Then the first rumble came, a low growl, emerging from deep within Rourke’s chest.

“Good!”

“Damn, your ass feels so tight.” Rourke fucked Dane with a hard, pounding thrust, the kind of force he held back with Celeste. Yet all the while he fucked Dane, he focused on Celeste’s face.

Dane kneaded Celeste’s breasts and explored her mouth with his tongue before Rourke heard him groan with satisfaction.

Dane’s cock filled Celeste while Rourke pumped into his ass, and then suddenly, Dane picked up the pace, riding her hard to his climax. Rourke merged with Dane and experienced the slide of his body along hers and the allure of her scent. With Rourke’s cock being squeezed in Dane’s ass while he endured all their sensations, the tension mounting in his groin built to unbelievable proportions. Rourke smelled Dane’s blood, and his fangs elongated. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he bit into Dane’s jugular, sucking down the thick, rich blood.

Dane yelled out Celeste’s name and bit her. Sucking her blood at her breast while pumping his orgasm into her, he collapsed, spent. Her incisors elongated, and she drove them into the other side of Dane’s throat.
She drank from him until Rourke reached around Dane and gently pinched her clit. She opened her mouth and released Dane’s throat. She screamed Dane’s name and climaxed.

Still, Rourke waited and didn’t release the dragon.

He’d pulled out of Dane when he’d collapsed on Celeste, and Rourke shoved him to the side to keep them both from crushing her. Dane was weak from blood loss, and Celeste was spent. He shook Dane, but there was no response.

“Listen, Dane, this is important. You have to take my blood while I’m inside you. The dragon is a danger to you until we’ve completed the blood exchange. Dammit, can you hear me?”

When he didn’t respond, Rourke asked, “Celeste, can you bring him around?”

“I’ll try. What’s wrong?”

“We took too much of his blood. Now the dragon is rising in me, and I’m not sure I can hold it back without you both.”

Celeste rallied to Rourke’s fear. “He has to take your blood, and we have to complete the ménage bond now. We can’t wait.”

Dane moaned as Rourke rolled him to his back and spread his thighs for better access. Celeste licked his cock, bringing him back to erection.

“Can you rouse his beast?” Rourke asked. Dane was barely conscious from the blood loss. The scent of fear and danger filled the room. They couldn’t wait much longer.

Celeste shifted into her wolf and rubbed herself over Dane’s body, leaving her scent everywhere on him. Dane’s canines extended into long enough fangs to get the job done, but he was too weak to move.

“Celeste, come here and start the blood flow from my jugular,” Rourke said.

The white wolf nuzzled Rourke affectionately. “It’s okay, Celeste, you won’t hurt me.”

He lifted and separated Dane’s knees and placed his cock at his entrance. “I’m going to fuck you, Dane, while you take my blood, or you won’t survive. The dragon wants to kill you. You can’t let him. Do you hear me? Do it, Celeste, now.”

She bit down on Rourke’s throat from behind and backed away to let the blood flow freely. The metallic scent of blood filled the room as he thrust into Dane and leaned down, embracing Dane and pulling his mouth to his neck. “Drink, Dane. You are for me.”

Within a few seconds, Dane lapped with more strength, pulling the blood and power from Rourke as Rourke thrust inside Dane to complete their bond.

Celeste returned to her succubus form and offered up her wrist to Rourke while he held back his beast. He accepted her offer.

His cock burned, and his sight went crimson with the bloodlust as his dragon tried to raise the violent demon, but Celeste’s blood held him back. Her blood tasted of spring and cherries and wine. Even though the pressure in his balls demanded release, Rourke was afraid to let go.

Celeste stroked his body, pinching his nipples, licking, scratching, and nipping down his body. She squeezed his ass as he hand-pumped Dane’s cock and drove his own cock into Dane with a strong, steady rhythm.

“We can’t keep this up for long.” Rourke knew he had to come, or the beast would overpower them all.

“Let me help.” Celeste ran her fingers up inside her pussy until her hand dripped with her lube. “I hope you like this.” She licked his scrotum and cupped his balls.

He groaned and asked, “What’s not to like?”

Then she gently pushed a lubricated finger into Rourke’s tiny, puckered opening.

“This.”

She pushed past the sphincter and pressed firmly against the magic spot that sent his cum spurting into Dane in wave after wave of power, and he bellowed a mighty roar in the process. Dane’s cock jerked in Rourke’s hand and exploded almost simultaneously. Cum shot all over his chest.

“I guess you both loved it,” Celeste said.

Blood dripped from all their faces, but the horror of knowing there was an entity inside him who wanted to kill Dane pissed Rourke off.

“Is it over? Is the connection complete?” Dane asked through shortened breaths.

“I think so.” Rourke said. “I can feel everything you feel.”

“Since we all took so much of each other’s blood, we may also have exchanged abilities. I’m pretty sure we’re all infected with the Were virus, but since we’re bound, that won’t be an issue. Now all we have to discover is if Dane picked up your dragon or demon
DNA
from our little tryst.”

Dane suggested they all hit the showers then head to the hot tub for a soak. “I’m feeling my succubus rising.”

“Dane, you crackpot, I told you males are incubi.” Celeste gave him a gentle shove.

“Sorry, I forgot. My
incubi
is rising, and it needs you to take it in your luscious mouth—”

“I’m going to head outside now. I feel a little strange,” Rourke said.

Both Celeste and Dane stopped dead. “Are you all right?” Celeste asked.

When he didn’t answer, she and Dane followed him outside and watched Rourke shift into the wolf.

“I’ve never seen him shift into the wolf before, but why is the hair on the back of my neck standing on end? He doesn’t look right.”

“He’s infected with your Were virus.”

“I guess this answers one of your questions, Celeste,” Dane said.

“Rourke, the Were virus has affected your wolf.”

“It’s freaky. It looks like you in there and your wolf and something else.”

“You should know, bro. This is what you become when you turn. At least we’re bound to Celeste. We won’t turn rogue.”

“My cousin Macalister is a leopard-shifter, and she’s in a ménage relationship with two shifters. One’s a wolf, and one’s a mountain lion. Her partners own Fantasy Lodge. While they were helping her go through her first shift, the Were-cat accidently drew blood, so now they all turn Were at the time of the seasonal full moons.”

“Do you think there’s a reason we’ve all been infected by the Were virus?” Dane asked. “When I sent samples of our blood to the lab in town and the tests came back, I thought the Were virus reminded me of the demon DNA attached to the dragon DNA in Rourke’s blood. Is there a connection?”

“The virus first appeared when the portal between the Underworld and the Otherworld opened. When demons started stealing and impregnating the shifter females, the Were virus spread.”

“That verifies the identifiers in my
DNA
. Rourke’s mitochondrial DNA is human and wolf-shifter, from what I’ve been able to figure. His Y-chromosome makeup is more complicated. I wonder why our three-way connection is needed to complete the bond.”

I’m feeling a little more in control
. Rourke shifted back into his human form and went back inside. “You should have plenty of time to research your theories.”

“Hell, it’s a good thing you shifted outside, or your head would be through the ceiling.” Dane said.

Rourke pulled on his pants. “Put on some clothes, Dane. There’s a lot we need to settle, and I feel better talking business with pants on.”

“You, too, Celeste. Especially you.” He tossed her a bath towel, and when she wrapped it around her body, he said, “That’s not really better.”

Dane pulled on his jeans and answered, “If we’re going to fight Aryan one day, we’ll need all the help we can get. Our wolves won’t be enough, and the Weres are unstable rogues unless they’re bound.”

“My dragon could have been even worse because of my demon blood.”

“Now, when Beltane comes, we’ll be strong enough in any form to withstand the shift, and we can build our defenses against a future attack. I’ll gather the shifters and see what I can do with the Weres,” Dane said.

“If Aryan decides to return, it won’t be until after the vernal equinox,” Celeste said.

“Good,” Rourke said. “It’ll give us plenty of time to test out our different forms, especially our succubae, incubi, whatever.”

“You still have to go to the Council and tell them you’ve accepted your position on the Council.”

“What position?” both men chorused.

“Did I forget to mention that I suspect Dane’s bloodline is royal? He is the dark prince, the one we’ve been awaiting, the wolf-shifters’ leader. Once I realized we were all meant for one another, I checked with the forest fae. Dane, your mother was the reigning alpha female, and her father was the prince when she ran from her pack to be with your human father.”

Dane grinned like he’d won the lottery. “I knew I was meant to be king.”

“Uh, she said
prince
.”

“Semantics.”

Celia shimmered into the room in all of her sparkling splendor. The men didn’t even blink, Celeste noted. “My aunt, er, the fae Princess Celia, Seer of the high Council, and a royal pain in my a—”

“Uh, uh, uh. Don’t say something you’ll be sorry about. You sounded awfully happy a few minutes ago. All that ‘harder, more, oh, oh, oh—’”

Celeste’s face heated. “Celia, you didn’t!”

“No, I didn’t. I just guessed. Now say you’re sorry.”

“Humph, I’m sorry.”

“Now, down to business. The other seat left open on the Council is the Leader’s seat. It’s waiting for one with dragon-shifter blood, but the Council Leader must be part of a ménage so there is no possibility of instability.” She glared at Rourke. “They’ve been waiting over thirty years to fill your position. Do you accept your responsibility as Leader of the Lore, dragon-shifter?”