Hyacinth, Scarlet - Craving Owen [Tides of Love 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (22 page)

Owen didn’t have to be asked twice. He licked his lips and looked up at Hash. The dragon’s eyes seemed to hold an unbearable flame. Owen wanted to burn in it. He wanted to feel Hash scorch him with his fire.

His wordless plea wasn’t left unanswered. Hash pushed his cock against Owen’s lips, teasing him with just a taste of his pre-cum. At the same time, Sassaki’s fingers pierced Owen’s anus once more. He gasped and Hash took advantage of the opportunity to slip his dick into his mouth. Owen closed his eyes in delight at the feel of the dragon’s prick on his tongue. It was amazing and so right that he didn’t know how he could have ever hesitated.

When Hash tried to pull away, Owen moaned in protest, causing his new lover to groan. He understood the dragon’s actions, however, when Sassaki’s fingers disappeared and something bigger nudged at Owen’s opening. Hash remained practically motionless while Sassaki impaled Owen with his thick dick.

It hurt. Owen had expected it, of course, but in a weird way, it still surprised him. How could his body yearn for something painful? The few times he’d tried to explore that path with his lovers it had ended up an abysmal failure. But Sassaki wasn’t like those men. He didn’t hit him or force him. He pushed in slowly, allowing Owen to get used to the invasion. Gradually, Owen found himself relaxing, and the burn became pleasurable instead of agonizing.

“That’s it, Owen,” Sassaki said. “You’re doing great.”

His voice sounded strained, and Owen wanted to tell the two men he was okay, that they could move now. Instead, he moaned and tightened his ass muscles around Sassaki’s cock. Twin groans came from his lovers, and Hash’s hands landed on his head, caressing his scalp and threading through his hair.

Owen looked up at him, feeling dizzy, wanton, and afraid. He didn’t know how the mate thing worked, but he tried to will them to touch him, to fuck him. It seemed to work. The next thing he knew, both Sassaki and Hash pulled out of him, then pushed back inside in simultaneous thrusts.

Pleasure exploded through Owen’s body when Sassaki’s cock hit his prostate. His cock—which had briefly lost interest during the initial stages of his penetration—now demanded more of the delicious sensations. Energy sizzled over his skin as the two men took him, branding him as theirs.

Their pace increased more and more, and Owen actually thought he felt claws against his hips and his scalp. It was entirely possible, and the knowledge that he’d drawn his mates to the limit aroused him even more. Breathing through his nose, he did his best to take Hash in all the way to his throat while opening his body for Sassaki.

Over and over, they fucked him, the carnality of it all mixing with the unfathomable emotions in Owen’s heart. His balls threatened to blow their load, and at the same time, his soul was humbled by the weight of the feelings between them. His own name sounded in his ears, coming from both Sassaki and Hash’s lips. It was almost like a drug, and Owen lost track of space and time, becoming a mere receptacle for their pleasure, taking and giving in perfect synchrony.

But nothing lasted forever, especially the things that were so good. All too soon, Owen felt his climax approach. When Sassaki buried his cock deep inside him one more time, he climaxed once again, the orgasm even more intense than his first. At the same time, Hash roared, finding his peak as well and sending hot streams of cum down Owen’s throat. A few seconds later, Sassaki joined them, filling Owen’s passage with his seed.

Dazed and exhausted, Owen couldn’t have kept his balance if he tried. His hands and knees—which had miraculously supported him during the vigorous fucking—lost all strength, and he collapsed on the mattress. Sassaki and Hash fell with him and they cuddled together in a messy, sweaty heap.

Hash recovered first and briefly left the bed, bringing back a washcloth to clean them. As the dragon wiped him off, Owen thought about everything he’d felt and experienced in the past few days. He thought about the three men who were out there confronting an enemy on their own. They couldn’t just stand around here and do nothing.

“There has to be a way to help,” he said.

It wasn’t exactly the ideal postcoital conversation, but neither of the men seemed surprised. Sassaki kissed his forehead and nodded. “Yes, there is. I have to return to Tanarak. I trust Yane, Alcharr, and Kyllian to deal with the crystal, and I would not be able to aid them there, anyway. But if they do destroy it, my people will not delay in taking advantage of the situation.”

Owen’s eyes widened as he took in the meaning of Sassaki’s words. His lover was right. He remembered all too well the hostility Sassaki’s parents showed them. As soon as the enchantment fell, the wyrms would most likely assault Tanarak. The people there were in grave danger.

Owen was torn. A part of him wanted to protest. If Sassaki returned to Tanarak, he would be facing the same perils as the nymphs, perhaps even more since he would be considered a traitor. “It’s too dangerous,” he whispered. “You can’t go alone. Take me with you.”

Sassaki gave him a horrified look. “No. No way.”

Owen opened his mouth to protest, but Hash stopped him before he could make any comment. “I will leave with him. But Owen, you have to make me a promise. No matter what happens, stay close to Fayre. He might be young, but his magic is strong. He can protect you.”

Owen turned his attention toward the dragon. Hash looked so pained, so very upset that it broke Owen’s heart. What could he possibly say in such circumstances? What was the right thing to do? Owen wanted to stay by their side, but he would just be a distraction in Tanarak.

It was hard to believe that mere minutes before they’d been deep in the throes of orgasm. Now, arousal was the furthest thing from Owen’s mind. He remembered Hannah and all of Yane’s friends in Tanarak. Were they sentenced to death? And if so, would Sassaki and Hash’s presence truly make a difference, or would they just sacrifice themselves for nothing?

At that thought, Owen could no longer keep his composure. Silent tears fell down his cheeks, even as he berated himself for his weakness. Sassaki and Hash held him in a double embrace, caressing him without speaking. And in that moment, Owen knew the decision had been made, and Owen would have to resign himself to its consequences.

Chapter Nine

The next morning

Yane woke up pleasantly sore and spooned between Kyllian and Alcharr. His face flooded with heat as he remembered the events the night before. He almost couldn’t believe he’d lost control like that. Then again, the high chances of death that threatened him today made all other issues seem so very insignificant. He couldn’t regret enjoying the night before or consummating a bond that seemed to be beyond all boundaries of reason.

He stole a look outside and cursed when he realized dawn was already peeking over the horizon. Taking a deep breath, he focused to control his panic. The servants would be up by now, but they wouldn’t bother him for a few more hours. His parents never woke early, and he wondered if they’d made an exception for his and Ciera’s wedding day. The first thing he needed to do was to find out.

Extracting himself from Alcharr’s hold, he slipped out the bed. Unsurprisingly, his departure woke both men. Alcharr rubbed his eyes blearily and asked, “Yane, what time is it?”

Kyllian got up and stretched, and against his will, Yane was drawn to the sight of the man’s muscular torso. “It’s morning already,” the wizard said.

Alcharr sighed and left the bed as well. “We should get ready, then.”

Yane nodded wordlessly. He couldn’t believe the day he’d dreaded for years had come. Only, instead of binding him in a union he didn’t want, it might very well lead to his demise.

Shaking himself, Yane struggled to come up with a plan. He started putting his clothes on while his lovers did the same. “I will question the guards and find out if my parents are awake. We’ll go from there.”

Kyllian hummed, sounding deep in thought. “I figure that most likely, you’ll have to sneak me in there, then leave before anyone realizes you’re missing.”

Alcharr nodded. “It will be up to Yane to distract everyone. I’ll lead you there. I’m familiar with the palace, with the time Yane and I spent avoiding everyone.” His attempt for a lighthearted comment failed, and he gave Kyllian a concerned look. “But can you handle the crystal on your own?”

The wizard grinned, but there was little amusement in his smile. His eyes held a steely determination that somehow comforted Yane. “I have to,” Kyllian said.

They made general arrangements, whereupon Kyllian explained the full directions Sandros had given him the day before. Yane began to have a fair clue of where the crystal was located. Truth be told, it was really a no-brainer. The dryads’ palace had been built as the epicenter of the magic they worked to keep the plague lands green. The most powerful men and women of their kingdom had pooled their powers there for the purpose of fixing at least a measure of the damage done to the ground. But it was a continuing battle, since if the dryads didn’t feed the greenery with magic, everything died again. Therefore, it stood to reason that the crystal that killed life energies would be located below ground, where it could reach the very core of their land.

At last, they could no longer delay putting their plan into practice. Kyllian and Alcharr found a hiding spot, and Yane went to open the door. Predictably, on the hallway outside, he spotted two guards. “Good morning,” he said.

“Good morning, Your Highness,” one of them answered. Shockingly, he sounded quite respectful. Perhaps for this day at least, the guards would try harder to disguise their dislike for nymphs. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Do you know if my parents are awake?”

The second man nodded. “They are, Your Highness. I believe they are rechecking everything downstairs.”

Yane thanked the guards, then returned to his room. This was it. As his lovers left their hiding spots, he shared a look with them. On impulse, he pressed brief kisses to both their mouths, sobering before they could even comment. “Here we go. I’ll distract the guards. You two leave after that.”

There were nods all around. Just as Yane readied himself to exit the room once more, Kyllian pulled him close and pressed his mouth to Yane’s. Behind Yane, Alcharr wrapped him in his arms, squeezing him tight. “Be careful, all right?” he murmured.

Yane didn’t know who Alcharr was even talking to. Technically speaking, the hardest job would be Kyllian’s. He and Alcharr would just have to go through the day as if nothing were wrong and make sure no one thought of investigating the crystal. Still, for a few moments he allowed himself to bask in the warmth of the kiss and the affection his lovers provided.

They broke apart all too soon, and when Yane started regaining his composure, he realized they didn’t know what guards provided security for the crystal. “Kyllian, there must be some soldiers protecting the thing.”

“I realize that,” Kyllian answered. “If your parents did choose to add guards, I suspect it’s a recent development. No one is completely trustworthy, and rumors of the crystal would have reached the wrong ears in its ages of existence. The proof lies in the fact that the wyrms have found out now, of all times. But don’t worry. Between Alcharr and me, we’ll handle it.”

Yane wanted to believe that, but he still felt terrified. At this point, however, there could be no going back. He wondered if he could get Dorien to help but put that thought out of his mind. He couldn’t trust his friend, not for something so important, at least, and Dorien would be busy with his own wedding anyway.

And so, Yane acknowledged the wizard’s words with a nod and broke away from the embrace. With another look toward his lovers, he exited the room and closed the door behind him. Thinking quickly, he said the first thing that came to mind. “Have you seen my betrothed today?”

“I do believe he is still in his quarters,” the first man replied.

“Would you go give him this message from my part? I would like to see him in the gardens at his earliest convenience.”

The guard hesitated. “Certainly. But, My Lord, are we to leave your room unattended?” The second soldier would automatically have to follow Yane around, as per his station.

Yane shrugged. “It’s not like there’s anything valuable in there. Besides, we don’t have servants who would steal, and you’d only be gone for a few minutes.”