Page 36 of Betrayed By Dragons

He's hard against my abdomen, and more wetness floods my panties.

"That's it," he rumbles, his hands on my hips as he guides me into his rhythm.

I part my thighs, sinking into the music and into his body. His knee slips between mine, and I let out a whine of need at the pressure against my most sensitive, wanting places. My aching nipples scrape against the fabric of my bra as I rub against his broad chest. Any closer, and we'd practically be fucking on this dance floor--and isn't that a thought?

My skirt is so short, I could just tug it out of the way. Shove my panties to the side and pull him free from his jeans. Crawl up him and impale myself on his length.

I pulse inside, jolts of lightning radiating from my clit. He leans in to kiss my throat and run his nose along the shell of my ear, and I'm so turned on. The connection between us hums with impossible energy, redoubling as the need bounces back and forth between us. His enormous erection pushes against the crease of my hip, and I cup his ass, wanting nothing more than for him to whisk me away to some seedy bathroom and fuck me raw and rough and hard--

But then it all gets even better somehow. Bright pleasure sings through me as I feel Jianyu. He slots himself in against my spine, and I grind back into him. I'm half afraid he's going to tear me away from Rafe. Yell at us both for getting carried away in the sexual frenzy of this club, this music, this night.

He puts his hand on my shoulder.

I turn to face him, and that's not censure in his eyes.

It's need. Sharp--almost painful. All of his restraint falls away. "Are you two trying to kill me?"

"Depends," I pant, reaching for him and pulling him down to me. "Is it working?"

He answers with a kiss that sears my senses. I groan against his mouth, skating my hands down his chest. I don't know if it's the alcohol or the darkness, the thrill of being out in the world, the music or the vibe, but I'm desperate for them both. Having my two mates sandwiching me in like this, dancing into me and grinding against me has me on fire.

Rafe's hand at my jaw tears me away from Jianyu. Rafe claims my lips, pressing his thick erection into my ass, and I gasp at the memory of how he fucked me there. I'm not sore, but I can still feel the way he opened me up and made space inside of me where no man had ever been before.

I want him to do it again.

"Fuck me," I breathe into his kiss. I pull away to look at Jianyu, my palm over his heart. "I need you--both of you."

Jianyu's nostrils flare, and Rafe's fist closes too tightly on my hip.

My clit throbs, my nipples tighten, and my pussy and ass both spasm.

Holding Jianyu's gaze, putting my hand over Rafe's, I inhale roughly. And then I mouth, too quiet for anyone to hear, "Together."

Chapter Nine

EMBER

It's kind of hilarious how I was envisioning some seedy, filthy bathroom fuck, earlier, when Rafe was dancing up on me and driving me insane.

This is a posh, exclusive club. I'm here with literal royalty.

All Jianyu has to do is basically snap his fingers, and he's got the key to a VIP room upstairs.

We crash into it like we're dying, like we're all burning up inside with need. I barely have a chance to glance around, but what my sex-addled mind does register is nice. Dark walls, soft mood-lighting. Black leather couches and sleek chrome accents.

A full glass wall, looking out on the club below.

That's a surprise. I swear I didn't notice any rooms like this when I was out on the dance floor.

Rafe closes and locks the door behind us. The music from downstairs still pulses through the air, but it's muffled now. Jianyu takes me in his arms and kisses me savagely, while Rafe starts unzipping my dress and mouthing at my neck.

I kiss Jianyu back before remembering myself. I flutter a limp hand at the glass. "Can they--can anyone--"

"One-way glass," Jianyu murmurs.

Oh, that makes sense. It's also a little disconcerting. Anyone could have been watching us practically humping each other from one of these rooms up here.

I don't have time to worry about potential voyeurs, though. Not when Rafe is peeling my dress down my body and Jianyu is cupping my breasts through my bra. The slinky black fabric of my dress pools on the floor.

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