Free The Summoning [Dragon's Lair 2] by Seraphina Donavan

Chapter One
     
    Lilly Montague smiled, her full
lips curving upward as she savored the glide of her lover’s hand over her
thigh. It had been only six months earlier that she had first met Philippe, in
the very same exclusive club where they now indulged their desires. Sprawled
atop him, her breasts crushed tightly against his chest and the hard ridge of
his massive arousal pressed intimately into the juncture of her thighs, she
savored the sensation. Still, there was something missing, or someone, more
particularly. She was trying not to think about it, but her mind refused to
cooperate. Lilly had two lovers in fact, two beautiful men who saw to her every
whim and desire, as well as to one another’s. Rising on her elbows, she stared
into Philippe’s handsome face, noting the honey-colored scruff that shadowed
his firm jaw, highlighting the supple curve of his lips.
    When he met her gaze, he sighed
just a bit. “Stop thinking about it.”
    Lilly’s sigh matched his. “I
know he’s only been gone for a few days, but it feels like an eternity.”
    Philippe’s hand moved farther up
her thigh, disappearing beneath the hem of her skirt, and encountered nothing
but bare skin. “You need a distraction, cher .”
    Lilly shivered as his hand
coasted over her behind, his fingertips lightly dipping into the cleft. “Don’t
tell me,” she said. “Show me.”
    It was only seconds later that
she felt his lips on hers, claiming, ravaging her mouth in a hot, almost brutal
kiss. His left hand fisted into her hair, using the dark locks to tug her head
back. The other hand continued the sensual torment, sliding over the curve of her
behind, between her parted thighs, his thumb circling the tight rosette while
his fingers delved between dew-slicked folds. She let out a soft moan, unable
to hold it back. There were other people in the club. The bartender was
stocking the coolers with beer and other refreshments, and the new waitresses
were in the storage room, doing inventory to make certain that all members’ toy
chests were accounted for. Lilly thought of the first time she’d been in the
storage room, seeing the various and sundry items that the club’s members used
for their pleasure. Remy had been with her, his hot gaze like a physical caress
on her body. She hadn’t known then who she wanted more, Remy or Philippe. It
had never dawned on her to imagine that she would have them both.
    “So wet, so hot for me,” he
murmured, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of her throat. It wasn’t
the first time he’d done that, and she knew it would leave a mark. But the
delicious shivers arcing through her body made it more than worthwhile.
    Remy stepped into the dimly lit
interior of Dragon’s Lair, his own private domain. At the end of the hallway,
entering the main room, he paused and took in the scene before him. On the far
side of the room, in the private alcove reserved for the three of them, Lilly
and Philippe were ravishing one another. The hot kisses, the sight of Philippe’s
skilled hand pumping into the sweetness of Lilly’s cunt, had him hard
instantly. He didn’t have to make a sound. Philippe looked at him over Lilly’s
shoulder, and Remy felt the zing of connection between them. There was a
fantasy building in his mind, a tableaux that he allowed to play out for
Philippe’s benefit. It had been nearly a week since he’d had them, since he’d
tasted either one of them. Other things would wait, but his passion would not.
    Moving toward them silently, he
began to remove his tie and then his jacket. By the time he reached the alcove,
his shirt was unbuttoned and his cock was raging. Philippe was urging Lilly on,
whispering hot, erotic things to her that did not leave any of them unaffected.
Her top went first, some gauzy confection that only highlighted her feminine
appeal. It landed in a dainty heap on the floor, followed by her skirt. Clad
only in high heels and a black lace bra, she straddled