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

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. She’d submitted and yet they were only teasing her. She needed more.
    And they gave it to her. The hands held her thighs still. Her hearing became acute, every sound making her turn her head in an effort to discern who was moving. She inhaled deeply through her nose, hoping to catch familiar scents of those she had come to know as her family over the last few days. Rafe was easy enough to sense through their shared bond, and his constant contact. Another she was sure of was her brother, whose hand was one of the ones resting firmly behind her knee, keeping her spread open for the others.
    “Tell me what you see. I’m blind here,” she sent to Rafe.
    “You’re beautiful, unfurled as you are. An exquisite crimson flower, and we are the bees.”
    “She is ready,” Roka said, his voice coming from between her spread legs. The scent of him was familiar enough from their first meeting. Abruptly his hot, thick cock pressed against her spread cunt. He slid his tip around in a circle against her clit, torturing her for a moment before slamming deep enough to make her cry out. That was what she needed, Oh, God.
    Their hands continued to hold her thighs while he pounded into her. Mouths found her nipples. A familiar voice or a scent told her who was close, but she decided it didn’t matter. They were all giving her what their entire race needed.
    Roka’s cock slid deftly in and out of her, the thick ridge around the tip rubbing inside with delicious pleasure. The hands and lips that shared her mouth and breasts never let up. She imagined the magic seeping into her, was sure she could feel every tingling thread of it as her pleasure grew. The threads sank deeper into her core with each steady stroke of Roka’s cock until the knot of it that filled her womb was too much for her to contain. The blinding ecstasy burst from her and she cried out, arching up against their caresses with her first orgasm. A second later Roka answered, his hips smacking hard against hers with his final thrust as he came.
    He withdrew quickly and another took his place. First,