Page 63 of Surge of Heat

Although, it’s strange. We almost felt like something different in our dragon forms. Not quite friends, but not like this either. I wonder why it’s so different.

Not that Sam needs to know either way.

We both smile pleasantly and follow her to lunch. I reach out a hand to touch her back, and Aydan slaps it away. I slap his hand back. He slaps mine. Sam turns, and we keep our hands to ourselves, smiling.

If she wants peace, she’ll get it.

TWENTY-THREE

Samantha

I thoughtthat with enough time Evander and Aydan would start to warm up to each other, but it’s been two weeks since they came to a grumpy treaty, and they’re still like two angry cats in a bag. Granger and I exchange a knowing look over the breakfast table. We’ve separated Aydan and Evander the best we can, given the tiny table and there only being four of us, but it’s not enough.

Maybe we should let them fight it out.

The second I have the thought, I look at Granger again. He has the same thought. I know it. He starts to smile. I start to smile. An unmanly giggle explodes from his lips, which he quickly clamps down. Then I’m laughing, and he’s laughing, and we’re absolutely hysterical. I mean, can’t catch my breath, side hurting, laughing our butts off.

Aydan sits beside him and across from Evander. He gives me a look I recognize, one that says he finds me absolutely annoying, and says, “Can’t you two try to enjoy this a little less?”

Granger, in a high pitched tone in between laughs, bubbles out, “Sorry, my man.” He follows this with a wheeze. “We’re trying our best.” This is followed by more laughter.

And his laughter makes me laugh harder.

“I hope you choke on your eggs,” Aydan mutters to both of us.

Which, of course, makes us descend into giggles even more. Granger falls out of his seat. I offer him a hand, but I’m laughing so hard that when he tries to pull himself up, I end up on the floor beside him. We’re officially rolling around laughing for like two minutes, while Evander and Aydan eat in silent annoyance, before we finally manage to calm down.

Returning to my seat, I clear my throat. “So, how’s it going?”

“Shut up,” Aydan grumbles, but he’s smiling.

“Is this going to be a regular thing?” Evander asks, lifting a brow, but he’s fighting not to smile too.

Granger is back to digging into his food. “To be fair, we have to do something to fight the growing tension. It’s like we’re in a Warcraft game, and Aydan is a human, and you’re an orc. Tensions are high between mortal enemies.”

“Why do I have to be the orc?” Evander asks.

Granger looks at me and throws up his hand. But since one hand was holding a fork with eggs, the eggs go splattering onto Aydan. “Sorry, man,” he says.

Aydan cleans the eggs off his tight gray t-shirt with a little more force than necessary. “It’s fine.”

My gaze catches Aydan’s, and he tenses, like he knew I was just checking him out. His eyes get all dark and horny, and I have to turn away. The last thing I want is for Evander to see us looking at each other, especially since this morning I happen to smell like Aydan.

The fact that the two can smell when I’ve fucked one of them hasnotmade things easy between us. Not only does it mean thateach of them seems hellbent on fucking the other one’s scent off of me each chance they get, but they also always seem just on the edge of tearing each other’s throats out. I feel like one wrong look or touch between me with either of them might push them over that edge.

Suddenly, the intercom makes a familiar noise. “Dragon Pack, please report to the labs.”

Aydan hates that the scientists have started calling the four of us that, since Granger inadvertently mentioned the name to Dr. Abigail. I understood, but we’re being called for so much that it only makes sense to have a name for us, versus listing all our names. I think deep down he knows that too, he just feels possessive of the name.

We devour what we can as we stand and head to the trash cans, then we all get on the elevator together. There’s no talking as tension settles between us. Not just the tension between Aydan and Granger, but also the tension that comes from being called by the scientists. Being called in by them usually means some bad new update.

We load out of the elevator on the lab floor and see Dr. Abigail and Dr. Duncan waiting for us. They look grim, so we hurry and take our seats facing the screen in the back, on the couch. Granger ends up on one of the oversized chairs, and I end up smack dab in the middle of Aydan and Evander. Each one of them instantly puts a hand on my thighs, which adds to the tension. And, embarrassingly enough, turns me on. Nothing seems to get me going faster than when they’re both touching me, which is weird as hell.

Dr. Abigail waits for us to be settled, then launches right in. “We’ve finally tracked the green dragon down. He’s quite a bit further from here on a little island known for its volcanic activity.”

“Far away. That’s good, right?” I ask, even though I get the sense they’re trying to tell me bad news.

She winces. “Not exactly. See, we also detected another male dragon on that island, based on the size of the dragon.”

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