the sort who could adjust to sharing. But Issa had always admired the Shadow for his principles. It might be against her nature, but the idea of only having a single mate to please appealed to her very much.
“Issa,” Geva said in his deep, comforting voice when she approached the red dragon and his new mate. Her trouble-maker of a friend had always managed to bolster her mood, but their antics during their youth were centuries behind them. Still, she could allow herself some pleasure until she decided what to do next.
The human woman, Erika, sat up from Geva’s embrace and extended a hand. Issa clasped it and greeted the woman. The pretty auburn-haired woman was still flushed pink from Geva’s attention, but her eyes were bright and alert. She looked ready for anything, a good quality in a leader. And a mate. Geva hadn’t wasted time marking her.
Issa’s red-maned friend lounged smugly against the sloping side of the wide bench where he reclined with his lover. His eyes trailed down Issa’s length in that familiar way he had that was just suggestive enough to make her wonder if it was an invitation or a promise. She felt the violet sheen she liked to keep on her skin ripple and intensify in response to his eyes.
It was the woman who spoke, however. “Join us, please,” Erika said, her voice a rough purr. Oh, she was definitely ready for more. Issa’s mouth watered at the prospect of another human’s Nirvana. Eben had given her just enough of a taste to leave her wanting more.
“Do you mind?” she asked Geva, already sure she knew the answer.
“If I recall, I am still in your debt for before,” he replied. “If not for your intervention, the Council would have banished me from the Court for what I did. Being chained to your bed for five hundred years wasn’t so bad, especially not considering what I got to wake up to.”
“Promise me you won’t try to incite any orgies in the street again. As fun as they are, it confuses the humans and the Council hates the backlash.”
“I didn’t show myself. I just breathed a little life into an otherwise desultory last day before my exile.”
“You guys are having an entire conversation in your heads right now, I bet. Anything I should know?” Erika asked, sitting up straighter.
Geva chuckled and leaned up to nuzzle at Erika’s neck. “Just letting Issa know I don’t mind sharing as long as you don’t, love. Can she have a little taste?”
Erika’s eyelids lowered slightly when she gazed up at Issa. “Only if I can taste back.”
Issa smiled and met Geva’s eyes. “She is perfect for you, Geva. How much has she given you so far?”
“Hmm, half a dozen with no signs of flagging. The next one’s all yours.”
Erika leaned back against Geva’s chest and he tilted her head back enough to lower his mouth onto hers.
Issa knelt on the bench between Erika’s thighs, urging them further apart while she slid her palms down the silky length to the human woman’s core.
Erika’s lips still glistened wetly with her own juices, mixed with the familiar scent of Geva’s heady spunk. This would be a banquet. Geva’s large hands slid around Erika’s chest to cup both breasts and thumb her nipples while he watched Issa. Issa smiled up at him from between Erika’s thighs and Geva grinned back, nodding and urging her to continue. He’d always expressed how he enjoyed watching Issa with a woman as much as he’d enjoyed doing the deed himself, or doing her himself.
Issa let her longer Animus tongue slip out for a taste. The twin forks slipped along the creases of Erika’s pussy, gathering juices to pull back into her mouth. Issa closed her eyes, savoring the flavor and enjoying the rough moan that came from the human.
Before she could dip her head for a deeper taste she felt a prickle at the back of her neck. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw the guide standing in the shadows, watching intently. The Catalyst , she corrected herself.
She turned
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