Page 98 of In Prey We Trust

Flames chuckles and looks at her shoulder. “Locomotion, please. I’m doing the heavy lifting.”

Thrusting my hips upward, I draw myself in and out of her ass, slowly at first. It pushes her into him and I hear her gasp and him grunt. It takes a few strokes before her natural fear of falling fades with the pleasure and then her body rocks back and forth with my dick. The sensation is so intense, especially with my gargoyle and his dragon out, that I slide my tail between us and use it to flick her clit. I know when it brushes his shaft, too, because Aubrey curses, but doesn’t let go.

His huge wings flap cool air over our fevered bodies as we gently rock together, and I can’t help leaning in to kiss him over her head. He pulls back with a growl and I look down to see our girl grinning wickedly, blood on her lips again.

“She bit me again!” he snarls. “How the fuck am I supposed to…?”

We can’t discuss that now. Whatever has awakened inside of our bunny is a family discussion for tomorrow.

“No breaking skin, ma petite. We don’t want him to drop us, right?” She pouts, so I slam my hips against her harder. My tail flicks her bud more quickly, knowing another climax will distract her. “Just let us fuck you until you explode.”

“Ooooooh…kay…” she half-groans as the sounds of our hips slapping gets louder.

I close my eyes and bury my face in her hair as Aubrey and I take her. The motions are fluid and rhythmic as we all move as one and when she finally peaks, I can barely hold it in any longer. Raising my head, my eyes meet his rainbow ones, and he nods. “Shit. Hold on tight,” I mutter. “This may be a stretch.”

We swell and lock into place, both smashing her between us as our bodies do exactly what we were afraid of last year. Dolly’s pussy trembles and her ass grips me hard enough to almost be painful, but she stays in place like Aubrey instructed. Harsh pants and breaths fill the air as the heat cools from our bodies, and I look around us, completely unaware of where my dragon has been taking us.

The car is sitting in the spot we left it in and his wings are dipping to lower us to the ground very gently. When our feet touch grass, I lick my lips. “I still don’t know how the actual fuck you navigate while you fuck, Flames.”

His lips curve as I let go of his arms and slip out of Dolly. Letting her legs down carefully as he shifts her off his cock, my dragon leans her limp body against mine, then heads for the trunk. He shrugs when he returns with a pile of clothes and a package of wipes. “In my DNA, I suppose. Dragons are meant to fly while doing other things.”

“Like a homing pigeon,” Dolly mumbles in a sleepy, slurry voice.

“Not like a pigeon,” he growls.

Oh, wait until Fitz hears about this.

Bad Things

Delores

I’m still limping a little and it’s Tuesday.

Aubrey may have been right that I’m not ready to take them on when they're fully shifted—though I’d cut my tongue out before telling him so. I spent much of Sunday and Monday propped in the giant couch nest studying and mainlining caffeine. The guys came in and out as they prepared things for their exams or worked on the crap we brought back from Apex. Chess made sure I always had food and plumped pillows while I nursed the minor side effects of running through dark woods while being hunted and then be fucked within an inch of my life in mid-air.

By the time I had to put on my uniform and head to my first midterm in for Speech, I feel ready for whatever the assholes at Cappie are going to throw at me this week. I even had an extra day to study because the short #Viral play counts as the Acting mid-term and History’s exam is on Thursday. All I have to do today is pass the dialect test in Speech, then sing my solo and play my piano piece for Madame Bouvier. I’m not worried about any of those because I have them dead to rights.

It’s going to be a good day.

“Good morning, Dolly,” Kirby says with a smile.

I hand him a small travel mug of the fancy coffee Chess made for as I sip the hot brew in my own. “I think it might be, which is unusual.”

He laughs as we head down the lane to the Cappie’s Shird, and I shrug. “It won’t cause the sky to fall if you’re happy for a day. You have so many things on your shoulders.”

My lips curve and I sigh as we approach the stairs. “Well, we’ll see. I have many hours left before the day ends. Thanks for meeting me before these exams. Will you be the one here when I’m done at 2?”

Kirby shakes his head. “I have duties in House Lupine in the afternoon. I think we’re stretched a little thin with preparing for both the big match this weekend and All Hallows Eve. Raina said Holliday might be here, so keep your eyes peeled.”

“Okay. Good luck with the dogs,” I wink and wave at him.

“I’ll need it.”

“Merci, Madame Bouvier!” I call over my shoulder as I head out of the building. As promised, the armadillo is waiting for me outside. I smile brightly at him, making the sign for hello as I walk towards him.

He signs his greeting slowly because he knows Renard has only been teaching me for a week. I have to watch him do it more than once, but I eventually figure out he’s signed, “Good afternoon, Miss Dolly. How were your exams?”

I press my lips together because I don’t know all the signs I need for my answer. Holliday signs the letters ‘y’ and ‘n’ for me, his eyes dancing merrily. I finger spell the word ‘good,’ then finally give in and speak. His lipreading is excellent, but I want so badly to learn. “Sorry. Too many words for spelling and I don’t know enough signs yet. But the exams were good and I’m ready to go home so I can prop my sore ass up.”

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