Tabula Rasa (Dragon Erotica): Sleeping Dragons #2 Read Online Free

too. The part of the ritual to awaken him is incomplete.”
    “He looks awake enough to me. He can go fuck himself.”
    Roka snorted. “If only it were that easy. But that’s not how it works. She chose me; she awakened me with her nirvana. But if I don’t find my own with her I will sleep again and the ritual is rendered null.”
    Erika piped up. “Null? You mean we’d have to start over?”
    “Not entirely,” Issa said. “But you would need a fresh virgin. If you have one it should be no issue, but either way Roka will sleep for another cycle for having failed in this one.” She gave Roka a mournful look and traced her lavender fingertips over one of his horns.
    Eben darted his eyes between the two dragons, trying to comprehend what they were saying. He turned and looked plaintively at Kris who still stood in the corner, every bit as much a sentinel as all the statues that littered this place. Kris only nodded slightly and said, “She speaks the truth.”
    The body in Eben’s arms shifted and a soft, groggy voice said, “Eben?”
    “Camille? Oh, thank fuck. Are you alright?”
    “What’s going on? Where am I? Did… did it work?”
    He glanced at Roka, who now sat back on his haunches watching silently. Eben met the man’s eyes and swallowed tightly before looking back down at Camille’s pretty, flushed face. “If you mean did you manage to wake one of them, yes. I’m impressed.” And, in truth, he was impressed. The knowledge that she’d taken it upon herself to do something so overtly sexual changed his perception of her drastically, and in a way that aroused him to no end.
    “I did? Where… where is he?” she asked bashfully. Eben raised his eyes to Roka.
    Camille turned her head. “What’s your name?” she asked.
    “Rokaurasaelaethessis. They call me Roka, my love.”
    She shifted and the slight movement reminded Eben how very naked and soft she was cradled in his arms.
    “You can call me Camille. After all, we did just… um… fuck . If we’re being super technical, I kind of raped you.”
    Roka nodded. “Yes, we did, Camille. And no, you didn’t rape me. I was born willing, as are all dragons. But something happened to you before my awakening was completed. Are you alright? My only care is for your well-being.”
    Camille’s eyes widened and she sat up abruptly in Eben’s lap. It took all his concentration to focus on her words and not the insanely fantastic feel of her lush bottom against his swelling erection. Her complete lack of modesty under the circumstances surprised him, too.
    “You didn’t finish? Oh no! I remember what the text says. You have to finish! The ritual depends on it!”
    Roka nodded and met Eben’s eyes, the gesture indicating some deference to his feelings at least. Eben slid his hand possessively around Camille’s waist, wanting nothing more than to touch her now, to lay her down and spread her open and have her, and damn the ritual. With the barest glance, Roka rose and walked away.
    Eben grimaced at the pang of guilt he felt and called out. “How much time do you have before it’s too late?”
    “Once the ritual is begun it must be completed within the span of a day. I have only a few hours.”
    Would it be enough time for Eben to get used to the idea of watching Camille fuck this other man? He couldn’t decide if he’d hate it or enjoy it.
    Eben looked down at Camille again. Her brow was creased and she gnawed distractedly at her lower lip. He followed her gaze to where Erika was seated on a polished jade chaise along one wall, resting in intimate connection with Geva. The red dragon-man seemed to be telling her quiet stories while he caressed her from head to toe.
    “Erika’s done with me,” he said. “I was never enough for her.”
    “Are you sad?” She looked into his eyes without judgment or accusation—only curiosity.
    “No. I’m … Christ, Camille, ever since I met you I haven’t been able to think of anything else. You’re all I