Page 67 of Beautiful Beast

I shook my head, feeling Endre move away. “I do not know of what pleasure you speak of.”

“You will.” He smirked. Then he moved, dropping his lips to my skin and drawing his tongue over it.

The simplest of movements that had me gasping. “What?”

Sirrus moved again, from his mouth on my arm directly to the peak of my breast. His tongue danced around it, sucking it with a moan that said he loved it. And I felt?—

There was no describing it. Dizzy and whirling. Strange awareness settling over me like a cloak and gathering where his mouth was. Between my legs. Everywhere.

“They never told me, only described the…”

Zovai hummed into my ear. “Human males are rarely concerned about the pleasure of their females,” he murmured. “They’re more concerned with breeding and their own pleasure. For dragons, if there isn’t pleasure on both sides, there is no point.”

“Even if you’re ruining someone?”

“Even then.” He covered my mouth with his, tongue sweeping over my lips. It matched the movements of Sirrus’s tongue on my skin. My gasp opened my mouth to him, allowing him in, and everything disappeared. It was all too much and all I could think was how little we’d done and how Andaros wouldn’t have cared.

Sirrus pulled away, my breast now hardened into a point, his wind swirling around it and giving me chills. I wanted his mouth on me again. My back arched, lifting it towards him, and I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted, only that I wanted so desperately I couldn’t quite think.

I broke away from Zovai and found Endre kneeling at the end of the bed, staring down at me. Dark eyes somehow burned in the moonlight-drenched darkness. His hand moved, stroking the length of himself while he stared.

I would never forget the image.

Powerful.

Sinful.

“That’s all for you, Princess,” Zovai whispered. “He’s stroking his cock for you.”

I’d heard that word in passing. In the city, when I passed by the kitchens dressed as nothing more than a servant, even from Baris a time or two. But never in my true presence, and never purred in my ear like a gift.

Sirrus’s tongue licked over my ribs, and I made a sound I’d never heard myself make before. The space between my legs ached with a need I couldn’t quite name.

“Here.” He lifted his mouth from my skin. “Come here.”

Despite the words, Sirrus was the one that moved. Behind me before me pulled me against his body, between his legs, my back pinned against his chest. His glittering dragon skin contrasted with the warm, human tones of my legs, and we were beautiful together. And behind me, Sirrus’s cock pressed against my spine. Harder than I imagined it would be, and as hot as the rest of him.

He dragged his hands up my legs, further up my ribs until both hands cupped my breasts. But they didn’t stop, moving until one hand circled my throat and the other retreated downward, guiding my legs apart. “Close your eyes.”

I swallowed. “What will happen?”

A rough sound rattled through the two of us, rumbling. Everything in me relaxed. Sirrus was purring, just like Varí did, but so much more. “Nothing you won’t enjoy.”

Endre and Zovai watched me carefully, and Endre’s voice was the one I heard. Close your eyes.

I closed them, leaning back further into Sirrus.

Fingernails lightly scraped down the insides of my thighs before lifting my legs up and over Sirrus’s, spreading me open. Zovai groaned. “My dragon will not be satisfied until he knows what you taste like.” His breath was hot on me there. “But something tells me one taste will only drive me mad and have me coming back for more.”

The hand on my throat tightened, Sirrus’s other arm banding across me and holding my arms too, just as I felt the lightest brush of sensation. And another. Heat and wet and fucking stars it felt strange and delicious.

Don’t open your eyes, Endre voice warned me in my mind. Don’t you dare.

I was wet. My body. I’d felt the sensation a handful of times and now I knew what it meant. My hands reached and went nowhere with the way Sirrus held my arms down.

Zovai’s hands scooped under me and pulled me lower, spreading me further, and it wasn’t until I felt his kiss low on my stomach that I truly realized. His mouth was on me, tasting where I never imagined anyone would. Tongue swirling, making those impossible sensations louder and wilder, even pushing inside me.

I whimpered, and Sirrus leaned down to my ear. “Don’t think about anything but us,” he breathed. “About what you feel. Have you ever touched yourself with your fingers like this?”

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