Page 35 of Surge of Ice

My nipples harden, and I can feel myself dripping. Soaking wet from their attention. But their movements only get faster and more out of control. They’re groaning, murmuring my name, saying it like a prayer.

I orgasm, falling over the edge of the cliff as pleasure rings through me, awakening every nerve. This is it. Sex. Perfect. Satisfying. Completing me in a way I never thought I needed to be completed.

And yet, some tiny voice in the back of my head wants more.

Evander comes next, filling my pussy with his scent, with his seed. It’s warm and perfect, just like the man himself. When Aydan cries out my name and comes too, I feel like I’m being filled the way I was always meant to. Their cum drips around their cocks still inside me, and I can feel it all. I can scent it all.

They pull out of me and each fall to my sides. Aydan meets my gaze and grins. “How was that?”

“So good,” is all I can manage.

He chuckles.

I close my eyes, trying to get my brain back in my body.

“You don’t need him when you have us,” Aydan says.

“We can do anything you need us to do,” Evander adds.

It takes me a few minutes to finally respond, but I manage. “If you were trying to fuck the right answer out of me, I think it might just have worked.”

They laugh and cuddle closer to me. But as time ticks by, I come to my senses, feeling sure that what I’m about to say won’t make them happy.

“Listen,” I say, choosing my words with care, “I’m going to explore my connection with Zane, and no amount of amazing sex is going to change my mind.”

There, I said it.

I glance at Evander. He has his arms behind his head, showing off the tattoo of my name. Looking at Aydan, I can’t help but trace my fingers over my name on his heart. These men have fully embraced me. I want to do the same for them too, and I can, even if something happens with Zane. They need to understand that.

“Okay?”

After a long moment, Evander says, “Just be careful.”

It’s not permission, but it is something. A first step.

THIRTEEN

Samantha

I lingerin the hall outside Evander’s door, knowing that at any moment he and Aydan will be out, ready to make their statements to the reporters. Well… Evander will be making statements to the reports, Aydan will just be making a statement as a dragon. I don’t know which one of them will make a bigger splash.

Evander’s door opens, and he strides out wearing a very expensive-looking suit. My heart skips a little beat at the sight of him. I’m used to him in tight t-shirts, his dragon tattoo visible, screaming very clear military vibes. Right now though? Right now he looks like the billionaire playboy that the world knows him as.

I’d read the articles about him in my room during a quiet moment. He’s described as a private man, but there were enough photos of him in suits, with pretty models hanging off his arm, for me to get a better picture of his life before me. To be honest, it’d made me more than a little jealous.

He smiles at me when our eyes meet. “What do you think?”

I twist my lips. “You’re a damn beautiful man.”

He moves to stand just in front of me. “But?”

“But nothing.”

Grabbing my chin, he tilts my chin up to look at him. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing.”

Those dark eyes of his seem to be analyzing me. “No, there’s something.”

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