Excerpt #1
“You’re going to fuck her one way or the other. If you can’t do it with your dick, you need to use your hand.”
Deva let out a soft gasp of surprise and craned her head back to look at Keagan. “I don’t know,” she said.
“Trust me,” he murmured into her ear, one arm snaking around her waist while the other dipped between her thighs again and stroked down the center of her pussy to dip two fingers into her slick center once more. “If you can take his fist, we’ll know you can take us all however we want to have you, princess. I have a mission to see you ride Rohan’s dick someday when he’s dragoned out. I just want to make sure you’re ready when that day comes.”
Deva’s body writhed under his touch and she whimpered but nodded, her fevered gaze meeting mine again. I swallowed harshly at the prospect of yet another boundary-pushing experience, but this time it would involve her. I was more than happy to do whatever she wanted, if this was what she wanted.
“I won’t if you don’t want me to. I can just go down on you.”
“It’s about what she needs, or will need, as much as what she wants,” Keagan said. Dropping his gaze to Deva, he said, “You’re going to need Rohan’s dragon dick at some point, I can promise you that. Maybe not soon, but eventually. If you hit estrous on this trip Bodhi needs to know how to take care of you if none of the rest of us are around.”
I had no idea what Rohan’s dragon dick looked like but if getting her ready for that involved what Keagan was suggesting … well, Deva’s willingness to let Keagan manhandle her certainly spoke volumes about what she wanted. She reached back with both hands and clutched at Keagan’s neck, arching her back and twisting to meet his lips with hers. He kneaded one breast with his hand, pinching and tugging at her nipple.
Without releasing her mouth, his gaze darted to me and his eyebrows lifted. He spread his own knees, forcing her legs to spread wider. Beneath Deva’s ass, his stiff dick lay sandwiched against his thigh but he didn’t seem to care. That was when it clicked that this was entirely about her, not either of us, and I was on board. That was my way through this – seeing to her pleasure to the exclusion of everything else. I could wrap my brain around that.
Excerpt #2
When you met the father of the woman you loved for the first time and half the people in the room knelt, it was probably a good idea to follow along. So I wasn’t sure why I didn’t.
Keagan, Rohan, and Willem all rested on their knees, heads bowed in front of one scary-looking dude. It still hadn’t quite sunk in that Deva had just introduced him as her dad. Mom had just given him lip—leave it to her to stand up to him. He seemed like someone who kept attack dogs around just to snuggle with, if a guy like him even snuggled.
Nikhil was well over six feet tall—probably not as tall as Willem, but he made up for the difference in sheer, domineering presence. His simple black cotton T-shirt and jeans might have been unassuming, but they highlighted how fucking intimidating he was. Even the glowing tattoos around his neck and wrists made him seem more menacing. His black hair was trimmed high and tight, and his steel-gray eyes glinted like sharp daggers as he took in the room.
He barely glanced at the three men on their knees, passing over them quickly. His eyes narrowed as they reached Ozzie, and his jaw twitched when his gaze landed on Llyr. Neither Llyr nor Ozzie had knelt. Ozzie leaned casually against one wall, completely unfazed by Nikhil’s arrival, but Llyr . . . Both his hands were clenched into fists so tight his knuckles were bone-white.
“At ease,” Nikhil rumbled down to the trio on the ground, and they immediately stood. Shit, had Deva told me he was military? Then Nikhil’s attention slipped to Deva and his entire demeanor shifted. His face lit up in a huge smile and he stretched out his arms. “Baby girl, I missed you.”
Deva squeezed my hand as she passed and gave me a reassuring look, making me feel a little less like a jerk for not bowing to her dad. I still wished she’d prepared me a little better for this, but feeling out of my element had kind of become my natural state lately.
She slipped into her father’s arms, the tension slipping away from her as he held her tight. His eyes grew glassy and his brows twitched for the briefest second before the show of tenderness disappeared so completely I wondered if I’d imagined it.
“You should have come to us before it got to this. We’d have helped,” he said.
“I needed to prove I could take care of myself,” Deva replied.
“We never thought you couldn’t.”
“I needed to prove it to myself, Dad. And I honestly don’t believe there’s anything any of you could have done to help the bloodline. I’m the only one who can find them, and I’m the only one . . . or I was the only one who could see the fate hounds. Now I have help, so you don’t need to be here.” She glanced back at the rest of us, and I straightened as Nikhil’s gaze landed on me. His dark eyebrows lifted the tiniest bit before he glanced at my mom and smiled.
“Who are your friends? I know those two fuckers already.” He jabbed a thumb at Ozzie and Llyr. “And I remember Willem from the Haven War.” He clapped the big man on the shoulder and Willem nodded.
“They’re our replacements.” A jovial male voice filtered in from the entry to the suite as three more people entered. Didn’t this place have locks on the goddamn doors?
But when I saw who it was, I finally did have a sudden urge to drop to my knees, because I was in the presence of fucking greatness.
“Holy motherfucking fuck,” I murmured when Lukas North appeared, followed by his brother Iszak and then Belah, who I’d only seen with the band a handful of times, but whose face was unforgettable. “Fate’s Fools, in the flesh.”
