Page 51 of When Shadows Dream: Shadow Hounds

With Raum still living in his head, he shied away from their touch. An instinct driven by fear. Not that they tried to touch him, not in the same way they touched his Jez. Mostly they watched him warily, unsure what his presence meant. Yet his skin crawled, nonetheless. He wasn’t disgusted by them. No, it was his own weakness. His own fucked up recent past. He liked, and yet he hated. He found pleasure in their presence, even in his discomfort.

Watching the two men was a sight to behold. A beautiful one, which spoke to the him he used to be. Two strong males. So starkly contrasting in looks. With eyes so intense they made Nithe feel exposed, like they could see into his very soul. Eyes that held so many questions. They were curious, a little put off, and in their gaze lay a torrent of, ‘what the fuck was happening?’

Strangely, he wasn’t jealous as he watched them pleasure his bonded mate. Her honeysuckle scent flooded his senses, the scent of her arousal saturated the very air they breathed. She looked at him, worried, as he stood apart from them. He moved to kiss her lush lips, then gave her a soft smile, his gaze softly resting on hers.

He expected the dragon in him to rise up and demand satisfaction in the form of the interlopers’ blood. But, it didn’t happen. Instead, warmth spread through his chest and along the bond as he ushered them away gently from Jezzie’s naked body. He lifted her up and placed her on his lap, facing the two fit males. His rock-hard cock pressed up against her spine. Her bare ass shifted over his sensitive balls and caused a desperate gasp of need to fill his lungs. The warm, soft skin of her inner thighs, as he spread her wide, made his cock twitch with a jolt of desire at what was to come. Literally, come was exactly what he intended for her to do. Hopefully, more than once.

Stud one and stud two regarded him warily, even as they devoured the sight of Jezzie’s pretty pink pussy exposed to them. Nithe ran his fingers over the responsive softness of her inner thighs. Long fingers teased her folds, he slipped two between them, and grazed the little bundle of nerves hidden therein, before he held the slick lips further apart for their viewing pleasure. Her moans were music to his ears.

“That’s right, a stór, let them hear your pleasure. See your desire spill from your dripping pussy.” Huh, apparently he could speak here too.

As he spoke, he unexpectedly thrust one thick digit inside her hot entrance. Her spine arched, her head fell back on his shoulder, and her heat pressed further onto his hands.

Two hard cocks came closer, each gripped in a strong hand. Shock briefly registered on their faces. Though, it disappeared as Nithe removed his finger and brought it to his mouth. The vixen on his lap protested, shifted restlessly, and whimpered sexily.

“Can you two talk yet?” he asked of the two males.

Angels, judging by the tattoos he’d noted earlier, the ones across their shoulders, and the brands above their sculpted asses. He may be dealing with some fucked up issues, but he could still appreciate the finer qualities of all genders.

Heads shook. The darker one had a similar hairstyle to his own, only pitch black, and it caressed his cheekbones as he moved. The other had a slightly brushed back, multicolored mohawk, which barely moved at all.

Okay, just him then. Maybe it was a completed bond thing?

“Totally a question for later, Ni. Please,” begged his love, who undulated her hips urgently.

“What do you want, Jez?” he purred so softly only she could hear.

His warm breath fanned the vulnerable skin below her neck. He felt the shivers wrack her body and the warm spill of her desire wet his thighs. He moved his legs further apart, far enough to fit someone between them. Her pert ass felt perfect in his palms as he reclined back on the headboard and offered her up like a feast.

And feast they did.

When she awakened, Jezzie found her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of sex. Quickly drying cum cooled beneath Nithe’s palms pressed against her stomach, and across her back. Almost gluing them together where she was curled up like the little spoon within his arms.

Nithe started to stir, nuzzling his whiskers into the crook of her neck, which caused her to release a sigh of pure contentment.

Too soon the evidence of her dream started to feel crusty and uncomfortable on her skin, prompting them to seek a shower, and other such amenities. Neither felt the need to speak, content to be in each other's closeness, offering light touches here and there.

When they exited the bathroom Jezzie noticed for the first time, the packs Ballzy had thrust at them during their last moments at Demon’s Den sitting beside the closed bedroom door. Everything was there. Clothing, med kits, but most importantly to Jezzie, the weapons. Especially the blades she’d used to defend them in the wastelands. She felt something akin to a kindred connection with the black steel. As if they belonged in her palms, and only hers. She was relieved to see them returned and safe.

As they dressed they made idle conversation. She’d known a little about how he came to be in Raum’s sadistic care from their last interaction with the creep. Knowing what she did of the trauma he suffered, she avoided asking Nithe about his time with him. She instead pondered aloud about what would become of Raum, what Ballzy was, and what he’d done after they’d left, whether he in fact was a good guy, or playing for the other team. If he was a double agent, did he even know what team he played for anymore? With everything Raum had thrown at them, all the conflicting information from Ballzy, Nithe expressed he wasn’t sure where the lines were drawn anymore. Although, he’d whispered to her softly that if Balthazar was not on their side, he’d still be grateful to him for helping get them out of there, especially her. He was ever so grateful she was away from the fallen monster.

After a while her stomach lost its patience and grumbled so loud Nithe burst into belly laughs.

“Hungry are we, a stór?”

Rising from her seated position on the bed, Jezzie waltzed to the thick velvet curtains, and pulled them back. Sunshine didn’t wash the room in any sort of golden glow. Instead darkness stretched before her eyes. Vague shadows shifted in the inky black, the occasional set of predatory eyes flashed by quickly, never lingering close by the castle walls. Flashes of eerie lightning lit the cloudless sky.

Jezzie wasn’t sure how anyone, including the princes, could tell if it was night or day in this place.

Black skies seemed to forever rule the barren landscape, no matter where the strange colored orb in the sky seemed to flit. Not that it gave off any real light. Not even a trail as it moved could be seen. Though, the beings here were probably used to it after all this time. How long had they actually been here, anyway? She knew next to nothing of this realm, save the scary bedtime stories from her childhood. A shiver of cold revulsion shuddered over her, her hands automatically rubbed her arms as if to chase the chill away.

His body behind hers radiated a soul deep warmth, soothing her sudden fears. He stepped closer, and as his arms slipped around her she knew for the first time just how far she’d go to ensure his happiness and safety. Right at the same time her stomach once again protested loudly.

“I could eat, I suppose,” she said, finally responding to his question. “ Can we stay here, though?”

“Are you afraid, Jez?”

“And if I was?” she murmured.

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