Free Dragon's Melody by Ophelia Bell

and aroused as he was, he still couldn’t reach his Nirvana. He clenched his eyes shut and fucked her harder, shivering for a moment when her climax hit and sank through his skin, hoping it would happen then, but it still eluded him.
    He kept fucking, less concerned with a connection than simply getting there now. He thought he understood why Skye didn’t go this far with human women, yet for some reason Garen needed to prove to himself it was at least possible.
    She made a sound of dismay beneath him that forced him back to reality. He stopped mid-stroke and opened his eyes. She was frowning up at him, her aura only a dim glow. “Don’t stop,” she said. “You haven’t finished. It’s okay.” She brushed a tender hand down his cheek and tilted her head up to kiss him.
    He shook his head, cursing silently to himself.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, pulling out and resting back on his heels.
    He was still ferociously hard, but stopped her before she could dip her head to take him in her mouth. She looked up at him, confused. “If fucking you didn’t work, that won’t, either. It isn’t your fault. I’m just … broken, I guess.” He shrugged and gave her a dismal smile.
    She nodded and graciously left the bed.
    Garen buried his face in his hands. Fuck! He shouldn’t have bothered trying. Feeding his own need for energy was good enough. If he couldn’t find Nirvana with a human woman how would could he ever conceivably keep a mate?
    When he glanced up again, she was dressed and tucking a wad of cash into her pocket while Skye held the door for her. His friend shut it gently behind her and leaned his back against it.
    “You aren’t broken. She just isn’t the one,” Skye said.
    “Most dragons can come with any partner. You can, but you won’t. Since we left hibernation, I can’t.”
    “Except with me.”
    “Except with you.”
    Skye stepped away from the door and walked toward the bed, tugging his t-shirt off over his head as he walked. When he reached the bed he pushed his swim trunks down his legs. He paused long enough to stroke himself once. Garen’s gaze followed Skye’s hand up the thick, curved length of his cock, as enthralled as he’d been when his friend had been stroking his own cock earlier.
    “We can’t keep solving each other’s ‘problem’, Skye. We have an obligation to our race to breed. You have an obligation to your bloodline.”
    Skye shrugged. “I know, but in the meantime, we’re all we’ve got.” He climbed onto the bed and moved to Garen. With the same familiar, possessive grip, Skye clutched the back of Garen’s neck and kissed him.
    This was his problem, he knew. Skye. Without even being asked, he’d submitted so thoroughly he was trapped now, bonded through a power exchange to a dragon he couldn’t hope to mate, but who he knew he’d never leave.
    The understanding of his predicament tortured him, yet he still gave in. Even now, as he turned and the reason for his psychological resistance stroked his cock from behind, he ignored the tiny voice of reason and gave in again. He relented, bending over and relishing the wet swirl of Skye’s tongue at his ass. A moment later, he cried out in ecstasy as the sweet, rough plunge of Skye’s shaft penetrated him.
    He clutched at the sheets, pushing back into Skye’s pulsing cock when his own jerked and spasmed in Skye’s deft grip, his semen coating Skye’s knuckles as he came and their energy intermingled in blue-white eddies around them both.

Chapter Seven
    M elody took the next week off, but found it difficult to relax in the heat. Kol hadn’t precisely snubbed her. He’d been sweet, and that hadn’t helped a bit to distract her from thoughts of him. Who in the world could help her realize her potential? What potential did he mean, anyway? During the next few nights she dreamed about his dark eyes, such a deep blue that they seemed almost black, like the night sky. Stars seemed to travel around his pupils like