Page 82 of Monsters of Air

“No we can’t read your thoughts,” Landers said, pulling my focus to him, and to his ass. Could I bite it like an apple? I wanted to. “But emotions can tell a lot about what a person is thinking about, and yours says you want to fuck us. Definitely distracting.”

He said it, but he was definitely smiling like he wanted to suck on my breast as he fingered me.

“You’re thoughts say a lot too, Landers,” I swallowed as my face grew hot. I couldn’t help it. Despite it being cold outside, my body was feverish, and all I could think about was touching them. Exploring all their cocks, seeing if there was more to the way their cocks were created. I thought about the way Zilon had expanded inside me, locking me in place until he was done releasing all of his seed, how despite him releasing so much, he was still able to keep going until more came out, never going hard until he was completely spent. Three rounds with one hard on. Being locked against him for that long.

My pussy ached for it, practically begging for it. I didn’t need to check to know that I was already wet and throbbing for them. I wanted them.

“Rayna!” Philit snapped, forcing me out of my thoughts. “Focus.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for being horny.” Landers was grinning hard as he looked at me, his emotions so loud I could practically feel him sliding into me.

“It’s more than that,” Zilon whispered, sauntering closer like a hunter cornering his prey. Why did he have to walk like that?

Zilon ran his thumb below my eyes, only then did I realize I was crying. But why? I wasn’t sad. Well, unless I was sad I didn’t have some dick. What? No! It was like my body was betraying me, all this needy hunger taking over.

“What do you mean?” Landers asked and for once, concern rippled through our bond to me. He was genuinely worried as he came closer.

Philit squeezed my hand, his concern the strongest of the three. All three stood around me. So close for me to touch, and yet they felt so forbidden, too. Philit reached out, pressing his hand against my forehead. I closed my eyes, his touch feeling cool.

Why was it cool? Is it from the cold? But dragons ran so hot, he wouldn’t be cold like that.

“She’s burning up.” Philit swore. “Shit. I know what this is.”

“What?” Zilon asked.

“I didn’t realize it’d even happen so soon like this.”

“Tell us!” Landers snapped.

“She’s in heat,” Philit whispered, his hand drifting to my neck. “She’s feeling all of us through the bonds. It must be overwhelming enough to push her into her heat already.”

“Humans can go into heat?” Landers sounded so confused.

“No, but riders can after they meet their Dragons. We’re her Dragons, and our connections are new… so she went into heat.” It seemed simple enough. Heats were common in mated animals, and in a way that's what we were now. “She’s at the beginning stages, we will feel it soon.”

“Feel what?” Zilon asked. He was touching me now too, his hand rubbing up and down my back, trying to ease me. It didn’t help, only igniting more fire into me. Fire I needed to share with them. I whimpered, pressing against Zilon, practically gluing myself to him.

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t helping.

“The need for her.”

“Yes. Need.” I moaned, trying to press myself closer to them all at once. “Please. I need you.” I dropped to my knees without thinking, practically clawing at the front of Philit’s pants, his cock twitched and grew beneath my palms in answer.

“We won’t be able to stop ourselves,” Philit moaned, as if my touch was triggering that in him, too.

“Please.” I looked up to them, and they all moaned at once.

I knew they were still talking, but I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to feel good, to feel them. Only they could do that for me.

“What do we do?” Landers voice was husky and when I met his eyes, they were practically black as he stared down at me.

“She’s our rider,” Philit said with a groan, his hand rough in my hair as he pressed me close to the growing bulge in his pants. “We give her what she wants.”

It was clear his need of me had taken hold. All of them were drawn to me, desperate for me. I moaned and pressed my face against him, smelling his as my desire became an inferno.

“We’re going to take care of you,” Landers said, his hand tangling in my hair alongside Philit’s. “We’re going to make you feel good.”

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