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I chuckled and shook my head. "I thought I was the one in charge here. Clearly I was mistaken."

Ruya pouted. Sanka just laughed. We all knew who was really in charge around here these days, and it sure as hell wasn't me. I wanted to be pissed about that. But how could I be, given the circumstances? Sanka gripped Ruya's thighs and dragged her toward him, kneeling on the bed as he sank that thick, perfect cock into her glistening pussy, and I forgot what I was supposed to be offended about.

I watched for a moment, drinking in the sight of them enjoying each other. Sanka was lost in pleasure, his muscles flexing as he slipped his big hands under her generous ass and lifted her hips up to meet him, slowly thrusting and retreating, every line of his big body radiating ecstasy as he eased his thick cock inside her. Ruya met his every thrust, planting her feet on the bed and lifting her hips to silently demand more, owning her pleasure in a way that was sexy as hell. Her pale skin was luminescent against Sanka's warm brown tones, everything about them a perfect contrast—light and dark, soft and strong, masculine power and feminine strength. So beautiful to behold.

I took my place as gracefully as I could, Ruya's hands coming to my hips as I sank down. Her pink tongue darted out to slide teasingly along my slit before slipping into my pouch to taste the slickness there. She delved deeper with a hungry little sound, groaning as Sanka thrust into her. Then she gently pulled my slit open so she could run her tongue along the length of my cock where it lay inside its pouch.

Ruya might have been sheltered and ignorant of the world when she came to us, but she had never shied away from my dragon anatomy or questioned my needs. She just took it all in stride with wonder and enthusiasm. It made me want to reward her. To take my pleasure from her then give it back tenfold. To drown in this thing between us.

Dangerous. She made me want to forget all my goals, everything I had lived for up until this point. It was terrifying. And yet, I couldn't get enough.

I let my head drop back, mouth open on a silent moan as she licked me, her soft hands sliding up my thighs to grip my hips and press me closer. Sanka's short, tight curls brushed my back as he rested his head against me and groaned. "Fuck, you are both so beautiful," our sorcerer breathed.

I turned my head to watch him as he sat back on his heels and pressed his thumb to Ruya's clit while he thrust deep, earning a moan from the witch that vibrated through my sensitive flesh and set every nerve ending on fire. Turning back to Ruya, I cupped her beautiful face in my hands and rolled my hips, riding the pleasure, my gaze locked on those stunning ice blue eyes. She couldn't see me, couldn't really meet my eyes, but her expression of euphoria was enough. When her head fell back and she shook beneath me, I nearly came undone. Sanka's thrusts slowed as Ruya's orgasm crested. He couldn't move with her clutching him with her witch anatomy. But he did his best to do as I'd ordered, rubbing her clit as he pressed deeper, driving her into another climax.

I clambered off our witch and rolled onto my side, stealing a breathless kiss that tasted like me. Mine. I caressed her face, her neck, her breasts, giving her a moment to recover and release our sorcerer, the coals of desire still burning hot inside me. Sanka stroked her hips and thighs, and over the slight curve of her belly, his eyes filled with patience and love.

When the clutching eased, Sanka withdrew and Ruya rolled toward me, clumsy with lethargy as she ran her hand over my chest, her thumb circling my nipple in a teasing caress. "Tell me," she whispered, her cheeks flushed, but her words gaining in confidence as she spoke. "You said Sanka could… come inside you. Tell me how it works. Describe it to me, please. I want to be with you… I want to see."

I kissed her again, a growl escaping me. "You are so perfect," I told her fiercely. Then I rolled onto my back and crooked a finger, beckoning my sorcerer to me. He smiled down at me as he crawled up my body, his eyes heavy-lidded and lust-drunk. After Ruya, I was sure he wouldn't last long, but neither would I.

I reached for him, and he kissed me, slow, deep, and hungry. Then he moved lower, caressing and kissing every inch of me, paying lavish attention to my throat, then to my sensitive nipples, loving me the way only someone who had known my body for decades could. When it came to this, Sanka knew all of me, every preference and every dislike, every flaw and every weakness. Our bed was the one place I didn't always have to be the perfect alpha, but always felt like the most desirable woman in the world.

I held his head close as he suckled at my breast, my voice dropping as I spoke for Ruya, as I included her in our closeness. "He's so attentive," I purred. "Always. Never content to just take." I described each caress and touch in vivid detail, surprised at how much the verbal description ratcheted up my own pleasure. We had Ruya's rapt attention as she hung on every word, on every gasp and sigh. She lost her inhibitions completely, touching both of us, featherlight caresses here and there that drove the pleasure to new heights.

When I was writhing beneath him, barely able to speak, Sanka took over. "You should see her Ru," he said in a low, sexy voice. "Our princess all splayed out and debauched, all long limbs and smooth skin, and that shiny red-gold hair tumbled and tangled all around her. The way her eyes flare with magic and fire and you can tell she's dying to beg you to fuck her, but she just won't give in because she thinks begging is beneath our alpha."

I groaned, unable to respond with the pleasure coursing through me. He was right. I wanted to beg sometimes. To be owned, even if for just this one fleeting moment. To trust in this and let go.

He reached over and took Ruya's hand, guiding it downward to where we were about to join. "Feel that? Feel how slick she is? Her pouch and her cock are practically oozing. I'm gonna slide my cock in there with hers, inside her pouch. It's a tight fit. But it will feel fucking amazing." He guided Ruya's hand so she could feel it, feel his cock sliding in alongside my own, stretching me and rubbing along my rigid length. "Fuck," Sanka groaned as I gasped and arched my hips up into him. "There's no describing it, Ru. She is so slick. So fucking hot. And that hard cock rubbing against mine… it's like nothing else I've ever felt. Pretty soon, we're both gonna explode, and her cum will be so hot it will feel like I'm on fire. But in the best way."

He groaned again, low and ragged, and released Ruya's hand so he could focus on thrusting, slow and careful, driving us both to the edge with every slow, hot slide inside and against me. I growled, my claws lengthening, ripping holes in the blankets as I gripped them and came apart.

"Ah!" Sanka's voice was deep and rough, and he stilled when my superheated release flooded my pouch, bathing his cock in warmth. Then he was spilling too, pumping his seed inside me on a breathless, punched-out groan.

It took a bit for us both to come back down to earth and get cleaned up. But once we did, Ruya snuggled happily between us, a dreamy smile on her handsome face. "That was so beautiful," she murmured, kissing my shoulder. "Thank you for letting me share that with you."

I chuckled and rolled to pillow my head on her shoulder. "Mmm… you're right, it's quite the honor for you. Don't let it go to your head."

She curled her arm around my back and patted my hip. "Yes, alpha," she teased.

And I was more certain than ever… that all of my plans and goals for the future were in serious danger.

Chapter 2

Sadavir

It was a strange thing, being amidst a group of people other than the vampire coven where I had spent years as a voluntary slave in order to protect my family. Though I was surrounded by strangers, I didn't feel as on-edge as I had during my time in the vampire queen's menagerie. The dragon and I sometimes butted heads, but didn't have to walk on eggshells nearly as much here. I didn't have to suppress everything I was the way I had around the vampires, for fear they would take any defiance on my part as an excuse to go after my naga clan. I also knew, instinctively, that I didn't have to worry about any of my current companions flying off the handle and attacking me with true intent to kill. Nor did I have cause to worry about them using Josh to manipulate me, going after him in retaliation because I pissed them off.

The relief I felt was overwhelming. Like a crushing weight lifted off my chest after years of suffocation.

But still, the people in this new court were strangers. And I knew they mostly tolerated us only because of Ruya. I had to remind myself that no matter how much I might yearn for it, these people weren't my family. There wasn't the warmth and trust of a lifetime of love and connection between us, and I knew I could never fully let my guard down.

I was trying to build that trust. I had to fight my alpha instincts and all the possessiveness and entitlement that came with that status, fight my ingrained defensive reactions and suspicion caused by years of captivity and abuse. But I was trying. And so were they.

I was surprised when the sorcerer asked me to accompany him on their mission today. Surprised that he wouldn't just assume a deaf man would be a burden or a hindrance. And yet, here we were. I climbed out of the backseat of the generic black SUV, allowed the sorcerer to cloak me in a spell that would muddy my specific auric signature, and followed him down a deer path into the woods.

My senses came alive, my awareness flooded with the scent and taste of nature around me. The Maumee fae preserve was teaming with life, both magical and non-magical. With everything that had happened over the past long years in Acacia's coven, it had been a long time since I felt the earthy, wild call of nature that was my birthright. I shuddered at the influx of scents, parted my lips slightly to taste the air, wanting nothing more than to shift into my naga form, or go full snake and sip the world through flicks of my sensitive tongue and the slide of my scales against earth and leaf.

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