uncovered every nuance and shed a light in every dark corner.
“I took a chance. The first time we made love, I could feel her magic reaching out, trying to break free. It was my first time with another dragon. I had no idea what would happen. It blew my mind and I nearly shifted completely the first time. I didn’t even have to reach Nirvana before she was pulling every bit of magic I had in reserve. I don’t think she even realized what she was capable of.”
“Fucking you felt something like that,” Roka said. “Well, almost. With Eben and Cammy, it feels like they’re merely open to me, ready to give but not devouring me in return. Your need almost broke me.”
“I’m sorry,” Rafe said, eyeing Roka’s groin again.
“Don’t be. You needed it and I was happy to give.” He lay back against the snow, staring at the star-speckled sky. It was full night, but the white of the snow made it seem unnaturally bright, particularly since Rafe’s skin still emitted a luminescent glow.
Rafe sighed deeply. Roka sensed a hint of tension in his friend a second before the caress began. The light brush of a hand at his hip startled him because Rafe hadn’t moved from his slouching seated position, arms resting on his knees. Roka glanced at him and their gazes met again, Rafe’s dark eyes flashing with violet magic. Roka closed his eyes and let out a low moan when the warmth of an invisible palm cupped his balls and squeezed gently.
The Shadow’s signal was wordless, a mere nudge of that incorporeal hand urging him onto his side. Then Rafe’s real hands were on him, growing more urgent with each touch. An arm slipped across Roka’s hip, a hand gripping his erection tightly and stroking, then pushing him onto his stomach. The cold snow bit into his cheek, but the rough friction only stimulated his aroused flesh more. He spread his legs at Rafe’s urging and raised his hips up slightly. The caress and squeeze of hands magnified as though there were several exploring his body at once. One pair on his ass, kneading and invading with gentle prodding. Another pair between his thighs, stroking his cock and balls. Yet another caressing the rest of him. He was still acutely aware of Rafe’s presence behind him, readying him for fucking. The simultaneous sensations were akin to the cyclone he’d been in earlier. Magic quickly coalesced around them, surging through him with every stroke of the shadowy hands.
Sweet Mother, he’d heard what Shadows could do but had never experienced it himself. The plunge into the abyss was simultaneously instantaneous and everlasting, his climax stronger than before, now that Rafe channeled the Nirvana from the intricate, ethereal web of power that surrounded them. For one surreal moment he was sure the glow that emanated from them and reflected off the snow was the sun breaking over the horizon, that they’d been tangled up with each other for hours, riding the waves of Nirvana together.
If the young Red they searched for had made Rafe feel better than this, it was no wonder he was so desperate to find her.
Chapter 5
C amille found it comforting to work by lantern light and spent her evenings in the dark, ancient vaults of the Monastery as much to work as to avoid Eben’s increasingly contradictory moods. The cool, shadowy space, combined with the sweet, dusty scent of the tomes in front of her lent a nostalgia to the process. It helped that she was dressed in the simple, timeless linen undergarments and draped in the lightweight robes that all the monks wore. The clothing was so voluminous that it easily concealed her figure, the only telling attribute of her gender her long, blond hair bound in its perpetual braid.
The thick rope of it fell over her shoulder and brushed across the faded page of calligraphy in front of her. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, wondering what time it was, but she hadn’t bothered to bring a watch to the vaults with her, or any other piece of technology
“I took a chance. The first time we made love, I could feel her magic reaching out, trying to break free. It was my first time with another dragon. I had no idea what would happen. It blew my mind and I nearly shifted completely the first time. I didn’t even have to reach Nirvana before she was pulling every bit of magic I had in reserve. I don’t think she even realized what she was capable of.”
“Fucking you felt something like that,” Roka said. “Well, almost. With Eben and Cammy, it feels like they’re merely open to me, ready to give but not devouring me in return. Your need almost broke me.”
“I’m sorry,” Rafe said, eyeing Roka’s groin again.
“Don’t be. You needed it and I was happy to give.” He lay back against the snow, staring at the star-speckled sky. It was full night, but the white of the snow made it seem unnaturally bright, particularly since Rafe’s skin still emitted a luminescent glow.
Rafe sighed deeply. Roka sensed a hint of tension in his friend a second before the caress began. The light brush of a hand at his hip startled him because Rafe hadn’t moved from his slouching seated position, arms resting on his knees. Roka glanced at him and their gazes met again, Rafe’s dark eyes flashing with violet magic. Roka closed his eyes and let out a low moan when the warmth of an invisible palm cupped his balls and squeezed gently.
The Shadow’s signal was wordless, a mere nudge of that incorporeal hand urging him onto his side. Then Rafe’s real hands were on him, growing more urgent with each touch. An arm slipped across Roka’s hip, a hand gripping his erection tightly and stroking, then pushing him onto his stomach. The cold snow bit into his cheek, but the rough friction only stimulated his aroused flesh more. He spread his legs at Rafe’s urging and raised his hips up slightly. The caress and squeeze of hands magnified as though there were several exploring his body at once. One pair on his ass, kneading and invading with gentle prodding. Another pair between his thighs, stroking his cock and balls. Yet another caressing the rest of him. He was still acutely aware of Rafe’s presence behind him, readying him for fucking. The simultaneous sensations were akin to the cyclone he’d been in earlier. Magic quickly coalesced around them, surging through him with every stroke of the shadowy hands.
Sweet Mother, he’d heard what Shadows could do but had never experienced it himself. The plunge into the abyss was simultaneously instantaneous and everlasting, his climax stronger than before, now that Rafe channeled the Nirvana from the intricate, ethereal web of power that surrounded them. For one surreal moment he was sure the glow that emanated from them and reflected off the snow was the sun breaking over the horizon, that they’d been tangled up with each other for hours, riding the waves of Nirvana together.
If the young Red they searched for had made Rafe feel better than this, it was no wonder he was so desperate to find her.
Chapter 5
C amille found it comforting to work by lantern light and spent her evenings in the dark, ancient vaults of the Monastery as much to work as to avoid Eben’s increasingly contradictory moods. The cool, shadowy space, combined with the sweet, dusty scent of the tomes in front of her lent a nostalgia to the process. It helped that she was dressed in the simple, timeless linen undergarments and draped in the lightweight robes that all the monks wore. The clothing was so voluminous that it easily concealed her figure, the only telling attribute of her gender her long, blond hair bound in its perpetual braid.
The thick rope of it fell over her shoulder and brushed across the faded page of calligraphy in front of her. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, wondering what time it was, but she hadn’t bothered to bring a watch to the vaults with her, or any other piece of technology
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