Page 79 of Beautiful Beast

“Can I touch you?” I whispered.

He nodded once.

I spread one hand over his stomach and splayed my fingers wide. The muscles beneath Endre’s skin shifted as he tensed, and I looked at him. “Are you all right?”

“Nothing about you touching me could ever be wrong, Princess.” His voice was gravel.

“But?”

“But if I don’t hold myself still, I will put you on your back and ruin you exactly like I promised.”

I smiled at him, keeping my eyes on his as I lowered my mouth and kissed him. He hissed out a breath and squeezed his eyes shut. “Lena.”

All I did was move my mouth lower. Warm skin made warmer by the sun. And where he had been soft with sleep, he was now hard, cock straining toward the sky like a beacon calling me toward it.

My palm circled around the thickness of him, and I marveled at the blend of softness and strength. “Lena,” he said again, sounding desperate.

“How do I make you feel the way I feel?”

“You don’t have—” His words cut off when I glared upward, and suddenly his fire met my determination. The barest hint of a smile through his desperation to keep still. “Up and down. Squeeze me as you move.”

I followed his instructions, watching his skin shift as I did. It shone in the sun, and the shimmer made me wonder if he would taste to me the way I seemed to taste to them. They acted like my body was the stars’ gift, and I wanted to know…

But first I would do this.

“Harder, but not faster.” Endre’s hand curled into a fist, and he covered his eyes once more, every muscle straining with the effort not to move. His other hand curled into the sand. I smiled. I liked making him struggle. The only time I’d even found a shred of weakness.

Behind me, Sirrus laughed. “You’re enjoying this too much, Lena.”

“Is there such a thing?”

“No,” Zovai answered. “No, there is not.”

I needed my mouth on him. I couldn’t explain the urge, nor did I have the desire to try. All I knew was it would bring him pleasure and I wanted to see this dragon come apart for me the way I had for them.

My lips barely brushed his skin before he moved. Suddenly Endre stood before me, his hand in my hair, holding me just out of reach of where I wanted to be. Something about the way he towered over me and looked down filled me with heat. Desire pooled between my legs, making me squirm, and the victorious smirk on Endre’s face told me he knew it.

“Slowly,” he instructed. “If you’re going to explore with your mouth, do it slowly.”

“Here.” The closeness of Sirrus’s voice made me jump. He knelt behind me, lining his body up with mine. “Let me help.”

Endre released my hair and Sirrus took hold. “Why slowly?”

A low sound groaned into the back of my neck. “Because he doesn’t want to hurt you.”

Before either of them could stop me, I leaned forward and touched my mouth to him. Tasted him with my tongue.

Oh.

He tasted rich and dark. The hint of smoke reminded me of his scent and the salt on my tongue was like the sea air surrounding us. “I don’t know how this could hurt me,” I murmured.

Endre was covering his face with his hands and Sirrus pulled me back far enough to whisper in my ear. “Your mouth on his cock won’t hurt you, Princess. But if he takes your head and fucks your mouth and throat the way he wants to, it might.”

The image in my head sprang to life, raw and wild, drawing more arousal down through me like a gathering wave. “That can happen?”

“That will happen,” he assured me. “Now finish your exploring. I’m rather enjoying Endre so out of sorts. And if you really want to drive him mad—drive any of us mad—” Sirrus took my hand and guided it toward the round softness hanging beneath Endre’s cock. “Lick us here. Suck us here.” The words turned into a groan like he could come from simply imagining such a thing.

Endre was still as the mountains behind us, face still covered with his hands.

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