Page 19 of Delivered to My Dragons

“He?” I questioned. “You think it’s a he?” Shit. While I would welcome a baby no matter the gender, a he would be the next alpha. Even more reason for Killian to come after the unborn cub inside me.

Nix shrugged. “Seems like a he to me. Doesn’t matter to us. I’m curious, female. Would you like to ride us one day?”

My body swayed with the impact of the question. Oh. Right. As dragons. They were talking about riding them as dragons.

Nix chuckled. “You are beautiful when you blush, Iris.”

Keir’s growl reverberated through his chest and into my back, sending ripples of lust straight to my core. “We were talking about riding our dragons, female. What did you think we were talking about?”

I shook my head. No way I was saying it out loud.

“Smell that, Keir? Your growling turns her on.”

My core pulsed with need. Keir sniffed the air. “Did you want us to kiss you, Iris? Taste your lips?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. Keir’s hard-on pressed against my ass while Nix moved to stand in front of me. His intense gaze slid down my form and, though he hadn’t touched me intimately, my body lit up with tingles.

“Say the word if you want us to stop.”

Nix cupped my face and moved in so slowly I thought I might die waiting for his lips to take mine. As soon as his mouth covered my own, I let out a loud moan, and my hips bucked against him. Keir’s hands moved to my hips as he kissed the back of my neck. I’d only ever had sex with Killian, and he was a five-minute-and-done kind of alpha. I was being generous with the five minutes. The only orgasms I’d experienced were from my own hand.

“Can I touch you, Iris?” Keir asked, rocking his hardness into my ass.

“Please,” I begged, not caring how desperate it sounded. I was desperate for them. Yearned for a touch from someone who cared for me. Craved the skin-to-skin contact that came with lust.

His hands rose to knead my tender breasts, pinching the peaks until I thought I might burst from need.

Then Nix pulled back and I found myself reaching for him. Their caresses seemed like heaven.

“If I don’t stop, female…” He looked behind me, sharing a look with Keir, I assumed. “If we don’t stop, we are going to take you right here and now.”

I let out a laugh. “That’s not a bad thing.”

He growled, giving me one more kiss, but Keir had already pulled away. “We need to be careful with you, Iris. We want to get to know you better and for you to feel safe with us before we move any further. It’s not from lack of want. Isn’t that right, Keir?”

His friend moved around and replaced Nix in front of me. He took my hand and moved it to his groin where the proof was more than evident. “We want you, female. Don’t doubt that.”

I shook my head but couldn’t help the clouds that rolled in. I knew what I looked like. A pregnant female. I’d gained some weight despite my on-the-run previous lifestyle, never knowing when my next meal would come from.

“We’re going to get cleaned up. Make you some breakfast.”

I nodded, noting my wet pajama pants crotch. “Yeah. A shower would be good.”

Chapter Fifteen

Phoenix

Everyone showered at the same time. Just not all in the same shower…yet. But we’d done a great job working with the designer and architect building this home, and hot water was never at a premium. In our experience, women took longer, so imagine our surprise when we emerged from our suites to find our female in the kitchen with her hair pulled into a high ponytail and one of our aprons wrapped around her at least twice.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked,” she said. “So I made everything I could find.” She wasn’t kidding.

I followed Keir into the kitchen that smelled like a diner in all the best possible ways. Our six-burner gas stove with the griddle in the middle had not an empty spot. Bacon sizzled next to pancakes in the middle section; sunny-side-up eggs filled a pan. There was sausage and ham and potatoes O’Brien with flecks of onion and red and green peppers. The toaster had slices of bread poised to lower, and she’d even popped the tube of cinnamon rolls and had them baking in the oven. There was more… “Iris, for future reference, we’re going to love anything you make and be grateful you chose to do it.”

“I used too much stuff. I didn’t mean to be wasteful.” She looked so crestfallen, I had to gather her in my arms and comfort her.

“You did not use too much of anything.” Keir joined the hug, making it a group embrace. “And we are going to devour it. Make us breakfast or lunch or dinner or nothing at all. It’s up to you.”

Someone, and we could guess who, had shattered her confidence. It was up to us to do our best to shore it back up. Glue it together. Whatever it took to restore her to the confident female our dragons swore she had been and could be again.

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