Page 30 of Betrayed By Dragons

"Need," he rasps, pushing up the hem of my top. "I have to--"

"Take me." I tilt my head back, my eyelids fluttering at the hot rush of pleasure as his rough fingers curl around my waist.

With a groan that tastes like relief, he possesses my mouth once more. We part only long enough for him to lift my shirt over my head. He tears at my bra, and I gasp at the rush of cold air against my breasts. My nipples harden painfully, begging to be touched, mauled, caressed.

Arching into him, I kiss him for all he's worth, shamelessly grinding against him. We aren't lined up quite right, though; he's too tall. Growling, he grabs me by my ass and hoists me up.

I part my thighs and wrap my legs around his hips, and then he's right there. We both cry out as his massive erection rubs against my center through our clothes. I'm wet and aching and empty, the friction against my clit lighting me up inside, but it's not enough.

"Come on." I grind against him and devour his grunt of pleasure. "Please--"

"Fuck." He pins me to the mat with his hips, then reaches behind his neck to pull off his shirt, and that's good--that's great.

The embarrassment of riches is almost too much. I skate my hands all along the dips and ridges of sculpted muscle on his back, my nipples surging with heat as our chests press together. I'm still aching inside, though, my pussy wet and throbbing and crying out to be filled.

"Mine," Rafe growls, moving to suck bruises into my throat. "Mine."

"Yours," I agree. And Jianyu's, I think, but that's not the point right now.

With an agonized sound, Rafe pulls away. I drop to my feet, but almost before I can land, he's tugging at my pants. I toe out of my shoes, and it's all a mad scramble as he peels my clothes off. I step out of my pants and underwear, and then I'm naked in the middle of this gym, my reflection everywhere. I look crazed--like a woman who's already been fucked once today and who's desperate for more, my cheeks flushed, my bare breasts heaving, bite marks standing out all up and down my throat.

And Rafe...

Rafe looks like a god, kneeling at my feet. His broad, muscular shoulders ripple with power. A tattoo of a fire dragon spreads out along his spine, and I swear it writhes with his every movement, the flames looking so real I can feel their heat.

"Fuck," he breathes, nosing at my mound. His big hands curl around my thighs.

I let out a gasp and part my legs, and the wantonness of my reflection only makes me wetter.

Rafe follows my gaze, and one corner of his mouth lifts into a smug smirk. "You like to watch, huh?"

"I like watching you." I'm panting as I thread my fingers through his thick hair.

"You haven't seen anything yet," he swears, and it's a promise and a threat.

With that, he rises to his feet and turns me around, shifting me to the side and shoving the pile of propped-up exercise mats out of the way. The next thing I know, I'm standing in front of a fresh section of mirror, facing my own reflection--not to mention the reflection of Rafe right behind me, his eyes dark with possessiveness and lust.

A shudder races through me, and I lift my hand to brace myself against the glass. Rafe's still dressed from the waist down, and he grinds his erection against my ass. Through the rough fabric of his pants, he presses into me, and I arch my back.

"That's right," he rumbles, smoothing my hair away from my face. "Tell me you want it."

"I do--gods--I want you. So bad, Rafe, please."

He grabs one of my arms and pulls my hand away from the mirror. "Touch yourself, baby."

I let out a whine, but who am I not to comply. The first glancing brush of my fingertips against my throbbing clit sends shockwaves through me. I can barely stay on my feet. I lean forward until my face is pressed against the glass and trace all up and down my slit.

Fuck, I'm so slick and swollen, so ready to be fucked. I jump with illicit pleasure at the realization that at least some of the wetness is Jianyu's come. I probe two fingers just inside, but it's not enough.

"Rafe, please," I moan.

Behind me, he makes a show of undoing his belt. The sound of him lowering his zipper sears me through. I turn my head to the side to watch him in another mirror as pulls out his cock. The thick flesh is swollen and purple with need, looking so good, my mouth waters. His enormous length slaps against my bare ass cheek, and I jump, moaning, my eyelids fluttering closed at the near pain of not having him inside me right this instant.

Desperate noises fall out of me, and I spread my legs farther, tilting my hips in invitation. My pussy is on full display, presented for him to take.

With a growl, he puts one hand on my waist. He lines himself up with the other, rubbing his huge length against my slickness, getting himself wet with me. I shiver and clench, my slickness dripping all over him.

Until finally, he takes mercy.

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