Page 33 of Betrayed By Dragons

Rafe growls, "Come for me."

And that's all it takes.

I explode into a million pieces, coming around his cock buried to the hilt in my ass, my pussy clenching and clit throbbing. As the world dissolves into ecstasy, he slams into me, harder and harder. I open my eyes, and in the mirror I can see the fire in his irises, the flames around him, the dragon inked into his back rippling with heat. I feel like I'm on fire as I come again and again.

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder and rams himself to the hilt a final time.

Hot come erupts inside me, filling my ass to the brim. Fluttering, I come again.

"Mine," he groans against my throat, "mine, mine, my mate, my Ember, my--"

And then a voice comes from the other side of the room.

"Technically, she's ours."

My eyes fly open. In the mirror, I spot Jianyu leaned up against the door. Somehow, he must have come in while Rafe and I were lost in our sexual haze. I can feel him in the aura of the room, though. His presence completes the absence in my heart--if not in my pussy.

I spasm, unable to help the way my body reacts to the very thought.

That's an idea for another day, though. For now, my orgasm subsiding and Rafe finally spent, I smile weakly at my other mate, fluttering a hand at him in greeting.

"I tried to tell him that," I say.

Rafe groans, still twitching inside me. "I didn't dispute it."

"Uh-huh." Jianyu's gaze connects with mine in the mirror, his eyes flaring darkly with desire, but whatever he might like to do to me, he puts a lid on it for now. "When you're done, meet me back in the suite. We have plans for tomorrow night to discuss."

"Oh?" I shudder as Rafe's cock twitches. "Fun plans?"

"Business." Jianyu's mouth draws into a flat line. "I found an informant in Bedrock who's willing to talk."

Chapter Eight

EMBER

Jianyu might have said that this excursion was about business, not pleasure. But as we arrive at the exclusive nightclub where we're supposed to meet his contact from Bedrock, I'm not so sure.

"Um," I mutter, stopping just inside the entryway, trying my best not to gawk but failing--hard.

The spectacle is just so overwhelming, is all. I've heard about places like this, maybe even seen them on TV a time or two, but I spent almost my entire adult life as an outcast in the isolated, backwater town of Wynrath Crest. I never imagined a place like this could exist in real life.

It's huge--a dark, cavernous space, vibrating with deafening music. Even louder than the music is the thrum of humanity. The club isn't crowded, but it's got a vibe of young, beautiful people having a young, beautiful time. Gorgeous women in slinky dresses lounge on big, plush couches and dance beneath the swinging spotlights. They're accompanied by ripped men in sleek, fitted clothes--or sometimes by other women, of course.

Maybe it's the sensual, thunderous beat of the music, but sexual energy fills the place. As I breathe in the scent of expensive booze and even-more-expensive cologne, the achy, never-satisfied place between my legs goes warm and slick.

Ahead of me, Jianyu pauses, looking back at me to see why I've stopped. His eyes darken at my sudden shift in mood.

From behind me, a hot breath grazes my ear. "Just act natural," Rafe murmurs. His hand at my waist sends another ripple of wanting through me, but his mere presence helps remind me why we're here.

Someone from the Stone Kingdom's homegrown isolationist cult is going to meet us here. With any luck, they'll have information about the role Bedrock may have played in the attack on the peace summit. Jianyu's risked everything to arrange this conversation, and at first, I thought he was crazy. His father ordered him to walk away from the investigation. To stop asking questions--or else. Continuing at all was dangerous enough, but meeting a member of Bedrock here? In such a public place? It's suicidal.

When I pressed him, Jianyu just shook his head, though. "Better to meet them in the open than to get caught sneaking around."

As I force my jelly-like legs to move, I survey the space, and yeah, okay--I can kind of see his point. In the dark, pulsating air, it's difficult to concentrate on much of anything. Jianyu and Rafe will attract some attention, I'm sure, but everyone at the club has an aura of wealth and fame. I think I recognize a couple of starlets and musicians and reality TV heirs and heiresses amid the thrum.

Sure enough, as a scantily clad server leads us to a booth in a recessed corner of the club, a few heads turn our way, but none of their gazes linger. A thrill tingles through me. The conspicuousness of being seen in a place like this seemed reckless, but there's an anonymity to it that I hadn't counted on.

No one cares that there are two dragon princes in their midst. No one cares what they're here to do--or with whom.

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