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

with quick, agile fingers that teased at her cunt. She heard the sound of someone licking fingers.
    Aurik commented, “She tastes delicious with hot Guardian spunk in her.”
    Rowan almost made a retort, but before she could, the hot, sweet scent of female sex hit her nostrils. A second later someone’s thighs brushed against her cheeks. She darted out her tongue, curious, and encountered exactly what she expected—a slick, swollen pussy. Essence or magic was what she’d been told they would give her. She didn’t need to be fucked to get all of it. Rowan tilted her head and darted her forked tongue out, teasing it around and around the thick bundle. The possessor of the clit gasped and rocked her hips lower. Rowan wrapped her lips around the throbbing little nub and sucked, barely aware of the new cock shoving into her from the other side. Sweet juice flooded her mouth, both tangy and salty, with a slight bite of hot spice. The breathy moan the female let out was Rowan’s only clue that it was Aurin she serviced. The salty spice that mingled with Aurin’s tang must be Geva’s seed. Their combined flavors coated her tongue when she sank it into Aurin’s slick depths.
    Soon, Rowan’s pussy wouldn’t be denied. Aurik fucked her so expertly she lost track of other things.
    “Suck her clit. Don’t think about me,” Aurik said. Rowan sucked, but it was impossible not to think about him. At least not until the pussy pressed over her mouth spasmed and its owner yelled a few profanities in a language Rowan had never heard and the bright power of Aurin’s Nirvana flowed through her.
    The cock buried in Rowan’s own snatch swelled and pulsed when Aurik came. Then he disappeared, leaving her disappointed.
    But only a moment later something massive brushed hot against her inner thigh. Large hands clutched her to spread her wider and a thumb caressed her slick folds, sliding up to rub gently over her swollen clit.
    “Stay wet for me,” Kol’s deep voice said.
    “I don’t think that will be an issue,” she replied with a small chuckle that transformed into a surprised gasp when he plunged into her to the hilt, his path amply lubricated by the semen of the two that preceded him, along with her own juices. His hands slipped beneath her hips to hold her up higher. The angle caused his cock to press with excruciating precision against her inner wall, his strokes becoming more deliberate and focused so that he rubbed maddeningly against the same spot.
    “That’s it,” Rafe said from above her. “He’s found your weakness, hasn’t he? Give in to him, Rowan. Sweet Mother, I love watching your face when you come.” His lips came down on hers again and she surrendered. Her pussy clenched in hard spasms around Kol’s cock, relentlessly milking him until he cried out and his hot seed shot into her.
    The silken warmth of another pair of thighs slid along the tops of her shoulders. Rowan tilted her chin and opened her mouth, her tongue extended just enough in anticipation of the slick heat of another female. Racha’s verdant scent already clung to Rafe, and now Rowan found herself immersed in it. The Queen faced the opposite direction as Aurin had. While she snaked her tongue around Racha’s quivering folds, she felt the woman’s hands grip Rafe. He shifted slightly beneath her head and sighed.
    “She’s an attentive leader,” he said to Rowan before she could comment.
    “Fuck her while I do this. I want to taste you on her.”
    Rafe murmured her request to Racha, and the Queen moved, turning the other way. Rowan was forced to extend her tongue a little further when Rafe moved out from under her head. Racha’s breathy moan was the first sign of Rafe’s penetration and Rowan darted her tongue out to find where her lover’s shaft sank into Racha’s tight opening. Rowan teased and licked at them both in equal measure, determined to taste Rafe’s spend mixed with her Queen’s delicious juices. Distracted by her