Tabula Rasa (Dragon Erotica): Sleeping Dragons #2 by Ophelia Bell Page B

even just watching—the thought drove her back to the camp to find him.
    But his sleeping bag was empty. As were Erika and Kris’s. No! Tonight of all nights she needed him, and he was with Erika again?
    “Camille?” Hallie’s groggy voice spoke in the dim light. “Y’okay? W’assup sweetie?”
    She realized she must’ve cursed out loud. “Nothing. Just burning some midnight oil to translate. Go back to sleep, Hal.”
    Her friend rolled back over in her sleeping bag. Camille felt a little guilty for not at least letting Hallie know what was going on. The other woman had been her closest friend in the group since Erika had brought them all together with the promise of adventure and academic renown. Hallie had even encouraged her to pursue Eben in spite of the obvious connection he and Erika had. It’s just a casual thing between those two, sweetie , Hallie had said. I see the way he looks at you . Except now that Camille finally had the courage to chase him, she couldn’t even find him.
    The sleeping bodies of Dimitri and Corey didn’t budge when she stole past them back into the corridor to search for Eben. She hoped he wasn’t actually with Erika for once.
    She navigated the darkened reaches of the maze that was the underground compound they had discovered. None of the multitude of intricately carved jade doors that lined the corridor walls gave entry. She tried them all until she finally came back to the beginning, frustrated. She stared at the huge, dark door that led to the passage behind the throne where the five doors of the ritual were concealed. Eben wouldn’t have gone to those doors first, would he? He couldn’t know about the ritual. But if Erika had found him, perhaps… perhaps they’d already begun.
    Her chest tightened with rage and hurt. To think he was embarking on the beginning of this ritual with Erika and not with her—even if he and Erika weren’t in love—somehow made their relationship something beyond Camille’s reach. What if he’d left her behind without a backward glance?
    “Dammit!” She angrily wiped a stray tear from her eye. Hoping she was mistaken, she pushed through the heavy door and quietly slipped into the shadows of the corridor beyond. Within several yards, the light from an open doorway spilled out across the pale stone of the floor before her. The most startling thing was the series of sounds that accompanied it. A chorus of urgent noises met her ears—the moans and whispers of people in the throes of ecstasy.
    Consumed equally by jealousy and eager curiosity, she crept closer, keeping to the shadows just outside the door. She paused, hidden behind one of the large guardian statues that flanked all the doorways in this place. The carved white dragon kept her concealed and still gave her a perfect vantage to see everything happening in the room.
    She stifled a gasp at the sight that was both disturbing and arousing. Erika was on her hands and knees on a low altar. Behind her crouched a large creature the likes of which Camille had only seen in storybooks, its red scales glimmering like translucent jewels in the glowing lights. Long, red claws delicately gripped Erika’s naked hips as it plunged its thick, smooth penis in and out of her. His cock looked so big he had to be uncomfortable for Erika, but she writhed and moaned and pushed back against the dragon’s cock with obvious, enthusiastic enjoyment. Camille couldn’t pull her eyes away from the sight. Heat coalesced between Camille’s thighs while she watched, throbbing in time with every thrust.
    After a moment, the dragon’s wings extended, blocking Camille’s view of everything but where his hips were joined with Erika’s, and he bucked against the woman’s ass as he climaxed with a low, velvety roar.
    Camille thought her eyes were deceiving her when the dragon shimmered and shrank down to the size and shape of a large man, pulling Erika back into a tender embrace and nuzzling soft words Camille