Breath of Fate (Dragon Erotica): Rising Dragons #7 by Ophelia Bell

Author:Ophelia Bell [Bell, Ophelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Romance, dragon shifter
Goodreads: 23688466
Publisher: Virtual Bookseller
Published: 2014-12-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“Do you submit?” Kol asked Rowan for the final time after the group had bathed.

“Yes.”

The bindings instantly released. Her strength left her, but Kol caught her in strong arms. His beautiful face was before her, kissing her. “You did good,” he whispered. “This is the easy part now.”

“The part where you fuck me finally?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, the part where we all do.”

He held her close and laid her down gently in the center of the platform. Deep warmth seeped into her back. “What is it?” she asked, trying to move to see, but the hands of all the others held her down.

“It’s only the Verdanith,” Aurum said, kneeling beside Rowan. “Your power will be the final charge. You need to stay in contact with it for it to transmute our essences into the seed that will become the Umbra.”

The immortal White, Aodh, knelt at Rowan’s other side and exhaled. Her sight became obscured with a solid white mist. She could see no one. She could only feel the hands on her, holding her down, and the deep, hot heat of the Verdanith against the center of her back.

Suddenly the memory of Rafe’s anguished objections their first weekend together flooded through her mind. She was pure, like he had said. And here she was, consciously agreeing to being the thing she’d objected to the most. Their entire race needed her to be their broodmare. She wanted it as much as anything, but it seemed a small sacrifice to make to be able to have him.

“Rafe, where are you?”

“I’m here, baby,” his voice called to her, and a hand pressed against her hip, warm and comforting. It moved along her contours up to her breast. “I’m here,” he said again, the sound moving around above her head. Strong, gentle hands lifted her head just enough for him to move beneath, letting her rest against his crossed calves. His warm lips pressed against hers from above, and she sighed at the welcome contact, letting herself get lost in the familiarity of him even as the others began to touch her. He kept contact with her, caressing her face with soft fingertips and kissing her every so often.

“Ready her,” a deep voice said. Was that Ked? Gavra? It had to be one of the immortal dragons. Aodh even. She didn’t recognize it as one she knew, though the mist could be transforming the voices, too.

Several hands gripped her legs, spreading her wide and pulling her knees up to her chest. Other hands held her arms down to the warm stone. Still others were on her body, cupping her breasts, teasing between her thighs.

She gasped when a hot tongue unexpectedly hit her clit, the teasing flick of it making her quiver and want more, but it left only to be replaced by another tongue, similar but thicker, more insistent. This tongue wanted her to come. Wanted her essence. It, too departed after only a few brief licks that left Rowan’s pussy aching. She was on the verge of begging now.

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