Hyacinth, Scarlet - Craving Owen [Tides of Love 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (28 page)

BOOK: Hyacinth, Scarlet - Craving Owen [Tides of Love 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove)
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Just like that, the storm inside Alcharr reached its peak. His eyes fixed on Owen once more, and his soul focused on Kyllian’s guiding voice. With an agonized shout, he climaxed, sending his seed down Yane’s throat. It went on and on, and Alcharr rode the wave of the pleasure, allowing it to consume him.

Owen watched as Kyllian brought Alcharr to orgasm by using something that looked like a flogger. He’d tried BDSM with lovers before, but he’d never found true satisfaction in the act. At one point, he’d come to believe he should abandon the lifestyle altogether, that he wasn’t a true sub because he could not please any of the men who’d wanted him.

But with Kyllian…In this moment, Owen thought that maybe, just maybe he could do what Alcharr was doing now, take the pleasure and pain Kyllian offered. He both dreaded it and yearned for it. He wondered if he would be ready by the time Kyllian offered to take him.

Thankfully, Hash held him when he would have panicked. His fingers moved in and out of Owen’s body, stretching him, preparing him, giving him a teasing hint of the pleasure to come. Owen pushed back against the invading digits, moaning when Hash hit his prostate. His greedy gaze took in Alcharr, the way the eagle shook through his climax, his entire body stretched taut with pleasure.

Owen wanted to feel that very same pleasure. He leaned into Hash’s caresses, wordlessly begging the other man for more. Hash didn’t deny him. He pulled his fingers out of Owen and positioned his cock at Owen’s opening.

Owen willed Alcharr to open his eyes, to look at him, and by some miracle, the other man did. Their gazes held as Hash pushed into him. Owen buried his fists into the sheets, biting his lip at the delicious pain that coursed through him as Hash’s thick dick pierced his passage. Fuck, had it been only a few days since he’d been with the shape-shifter? It felt like longer.

For a few moments, Hash didn’t move, giving him time to adjust. Impatient, Owen pushed back against Hash, and the dragon rewarded him with a grunt and a hard thrust. Owen cried out, and as Hash’s clawed hand entwined in his hair, he lost sight of Alcharr and the others. The dragon began to fuck him hard, almost roughly, making his teeth rattle and his cock throb.

Owen took it all in, accepting the pleasure Hash offered. When his focus returned, he realized Kyllian was now helping Alcharr up, wiping him down as he pressed a kiss to the eagle’s mouth. At the same time, Yane and Sassaki supported the still-trembling Alcharr. Alcharr leaned against them, and Owen’s heart hurt at the tenderness of the moment. Strikingly, he didn’t feel jealous. Instead, he was in awe, and the beauty of the four men together humbled him.

Kyllian whispered something in Alcharr’s ear, and after a few moments, Alcharr nodded. Yane took Alcharr in his arms, and together, the four made their way to the bed and Owen’s side. Yane placed Alcharr in front of Owen, and the eagle caressed Owen’s cheek, looking content and exhausted. “Hi,” he said weakly.

Owen would have laughed at the man’s greeting if he could have mustered anything more coherent than a moan. Alcharr’s smile turned into a grin, and he pressed his lips to Owen’s in a lazy kiss. Alcharr’s kiss tasted like ecstasy and energy, and Owen closed his eyes, allowing the other man to do what he wanted.

With Alcharr’s tongue sweeping in his mouth and Hash’s dick fucking him, Owen was completely distracted and oblivious to all else. It was only when Kyllian’s rough hand tore him away from Alcharr that he remembered his previous thoughts.

Kyllian’s eyes were hot as they scanned his face. “Ride him. Do it now. I want to see his cock in your ass.”

Owen didn’t even get the chance to say yes or no, not that he would have refused. Hash pulled out of him and manhandled him over Alcharr. Owen ended up with his hole over Alcharr’s dick. Kyllian helped lower his body over Alcharr’s thick cock. They both groaned as Owen took Alcharr inside his body. Renewed pleasure exploded within Owen. His hole was already well stretched and lubed up from Hash’s fucking, and he had no trouble taking Alcharr. The new position gave him an even deeper penetration, and he started moving up and down on Alcharr’s prick.

Kyllian tweaked his nipples, and shocks of electricity coursed through Owen, as if invisible nipple clamps bound the little nips. Owen increased the speed of his motions, fucking himself on Alcharr’s cock harder and harder.

A gust of wind took him by surprise, so strong it flipped him on all fours on the bed. It dislodged Alcharr’s cock from his body, and Owen cried out in shock and protest. When he recovered from his surprise, he found Kyllian grinning at him. The wizard’s cock bobbed in front of Owen’s mouth, demanding attention. “Come on, little human. Suck me.”

Owen obediently parted his lips as Alcharr thrust into him once again. Alcharr buried his face in his hair, stilling inside his body, while Kyllian slipped his dick inside Owen’s mouth. Distantly, Owen heard his other lovers move behind him, but he only understood what was going on when another thrust echoed inside his body. Alcharr groaned Yane’s name, and Owen realized that the same way Alcharr was fucking him, Yane fucked Alcharr.

He held his breath, his mind already anticipating what would come next and his body screaming to get on with it. Moments flew with excruciating slowness, and two more hard thrusts notified Owen of his lovers forming a chain of passion. He couldn’t have said the exact order, but to him, it didn’t matter. His men didn’t have a ranking in his heart, and the connection he experienced in this amazing moment was equally as strong with all of them.

The five men started a gentle rhythm, in and out, pushing and pulling. Owen became a being of pure sensation. He tasted Kyllian’s pre-cum in his mouth, and the wizard’s strong hold on his hair sent shocks of pleasure through his scalp. His ass burned, his cock throbbed, and his balls ached with the desire to come. And throughout it all, Owen held on to the bond he felt forming, clinging to the moment, dragging it on.

Gradually, the gentleness melted into pure, unaltered passion. The music of sex filled Owen’s ears, male grunts, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and moans of pleasure all blending like the most beautiful of symphonies. Owen moved with his lovers, each stroke of Alcharr’s prick against his prostate bringing him closer to orgasm.

Thankfully, Kyllian took pity on him. He pulled Owen’s hair and forced their eyes to meet. “Come, little human. Come for us.”

The words were just what Owen had been waiting for. A rush of energy exploded through him, and he cried out around Kyllian’s cock, finding his peak. Moments later, wet heat filled his ass as Alcharr came too. With a groan, Kyllian buried his prick inside Owen’s mouth one last time and came, hot, salty seed scorching Owen’s throat.

The high of the orgasm took over Owen’s brain, making everything fuzzy, as if he were engulfed in a cloud of ecstasy. The knowledge of his lovers’ pleasure made it even better, and he rode the wave of pleasure, embracing it fully.

When he recovered, he found himself in a joined hug, held close to Kyllian’s chest. The wizard smiled gently at him. “I suppose you’re right. Words are overrated.”

Owen smiled back, but as the haze of the orgasm began to dim, he recalled their unfortunate circumstances. The realization that this was a temporary respite made his heart fall. He didn’t speak, but thankfully Kyllian didn’t seem to expect him to. The man kissed his forehead and whispered, “I made you a promise. I plan to keep it.”

Chapter Eleven

The crystal gleamed black in the distance. No disguise could be strong enough to cloak its evil now, or perhaps it didn’t even bother. Either way, Hash could see and sense its necromantic nature with ease, and he knew the rest of the magic users must be in a similar situation.

By his side, Kyllian examined the thing with narrowed eyes. “It won’t be easy,” the wizard said. “Even with the number of people we gathered, we might not make it.”

Indeed, the crystal was much bigger than the first time Hash had seen it. According to Kyllian, the energy once distributed across the plague lands pooled here, even if the lingering aftereffects of the explosion still affected the dryad kingdom. It dwarfed the magical rafts that gathered around it, the sea vessels that held the crystal’s attackers.

Their hopes now lay in the small army they’d managed to muster in the past few days. Unexpectedly, Hash’s father joined in with a fair number of dragons, including Chek. Sandros cashed in on a number of favors and recruited other wizards. Even elves had come, summoned by their princes. In turn, the Imperium also sent a number of magic users. And still, in front of the size of the crystal, Hash feared they would fail. His only relief was that Owen would be temporarily beyond the crystal’s reach and could, perhaps, retreat to his own world should things go wrong. Both Owen and his friend Connor had been taken to the dragon coven the day before, and they would be well cared for by the remaining soldiers.

Shaking himself, Hash focused on the current situation. They all knew the plan. Kyllian would give the signal, and at the same time, all magic users would hit the crystal. They needed to have perfect coordination and to focus on blending their magic together. Different types of power would have to mix, and that could be both an advantage and a disadvantage.

By Kyllian’s side, Fayre winked. “Don’t worry,” he said. “We’ll be fine. It doesn’t stand a chance.”

The young wizard had insisted on coming, and Kyllian had been unable to keep him from doing so. They needed all the help they could get, and Fayre, while young, still commanded considerable power. Each of them could make a difference in this battle.

Kyllian didn’t answer, his gaze still on the black crystal. Taking a deep breath, he nodded at Hash. This was it, the moment of the attack.

White energy began to glow from Kyllian’s body. Hash admired the man. Somehow, Kyllian managed to muster the courage and power to face the crystal once more after being almost killed. The mere thought was staggering. But Hash had learned to never be surprised at Kyllian’s strength. The wizard had quickly become their guardian, just like Owen was the beacon that brought them all together.

Taking Kyllian’s cue, Hash summoned his own power. His beast roared inside him, kept in chains by the enchantment and aching for revenge. Hash might not be able to unleash it, but the anger fueled his fire magic, making it more intense than ever.

A few moments passed while everyone prepared their own spells. Elves, dragons, wizards, dryads, and nymphs all had come for the good of their planet and all their friends. It was strange to see them all side by side, ignoring each other’s differences and the conflicts between races. Hash admitted he felt afraid they were too different.

He needn’t have feared a thing. Countless spells joined Kyllian’s first lightning bolt and as one, assaulted the crystal. Much to Hash’s dismay, the crystal absorbed it. Dark laughter surrounded them, and impossibly, an even blacker night seemed to fall.

Well, they had known this wasn’t going to be easy. In the astral realm, the crystal’s evil spread extensively, and a single flurry of spells, however powerful, would not destroy it.

Kyllian gestured their army to attack again, but just as they focused their energies, a loud screech assaulted Hash, hurting his sensitive ears. Hash ignored it and, following Kyllian’s example, sent another firebolt toward the crystal.

Unfortunately, the crystal seemed to decide it would not just stand around to be attacked. The shadows around it took shape, and demonic forms appeared from the necromantic magic. At first, Hash had no trouble dispatching a couple, but then, an odd black light filled his vision. Suddenly, he found himself facing not a necromantic crystal or evil spirits but Sassaki, Alcharr, Yane, Owen, and even Kyllian—Kyllian, who should have been right there by his side.

Unavoidably, Hash panicked. It allowed Alcharr—or the thing that looked like it—to scratch his chest, his wicked claws leaving behind burning trails of pain. Even his father showed up, a heavy wing making Hash collapse on the bottom of the magical raft. He might have been able to fight against that, but not against Owen, whose slender form fell on top of him, punching him with surprising strength.

Dazed, Hash tried to summon his fire, but his beast was confused. His dragon sensed this was not their mate but at the same time, felt reluctant to attack. His confusion allowed fake Owen to push him down into the water. Almost instantly, the poisoned liquid began to burn Hash’s skin and eyes. Fake Owen seemed unaffected and continued to bury him deeper into the polluted waters.

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