Page 10 of Beyond the Darkness

Kit’s wineglass wobbled dangerously, threatening to spill its contents, but Connie rescued the glass and carefully set it back down. Then his focus returned to working his hand toward his prize.

After what seemed like an eternity, he deftly slid his hand up the leg hole of Kit’s swimming trunks, sending a rush of heat through his body as he wrapped his fingers around his mate’s cock.

He stroked Kit from tip to root, feeling him tremble. Leaning closer, he pressed his lips to the side of Kit’s neck as he rubbed his crotch. Kit responded eagerly, his hands reaching for Connie with a sense of urgency.

The unmistakable hardness under his hand only fueled his desire. The air was thick with electricity and every movement felt charged, as if they were creating a storm between them.

He rubbed relentlessly as Hudson dominated the kiss. Kit thrust up his hips, grinding his cock against Connie’s hand. He wanted Kit—wanted to strip him, kiss every inch of skin, cover his mate in his scent, then bury his cock as far as he could in Kit’s hot little hole.

The lemony scent of magnolias rose on the waves of steam from the hot tub as he sucked at Kit’s throat, the saltinessof his skin a treat on his tongue. Connie sucked harder, leaving a mark, and Kit moaned into Hudson’s mouth.

Connie’s cock swelled, his erection getting strangled by his trunks. So good. Kit smelledsogood, so like his. He tucked Kit’s trunks under his balls and grasped his cock.

Kit lurched into his hold, moaning loudly as Connie stroked him. Connie released the tender skin he’d been lovingly abusing and admired his mark on his mate.

Tearing his mouth from Hudson, Kit arched into Connie’s grasp again. Turning, he locked eyes with Connie. “Proud of that, are you?”

“Absolutely. I want everyone to know who you belong to.” Connie let go of Kit’s cock and rubbed his thumb across Kit’s kiss-swollen lips.

Hudson growled in agreement.

Kit jumped as Hudson’s hand disappeared into the water. “Oh yeah. Touch me too, mate.”

Hudson leaned into Kit, running his nose up Kit’s throat toward his ear. Kit shivered as Hudson decided to add his own mark to Kit’s neck.

A small grin lit Kit’s face as he kissed Connie’s fingers. “Mmm. You guys like marking me?”

Both he and Hudson growled. At the same time. Because yes, they most definitely did like that. Hudson opened his eyes long enough for Connie to see they were the color of his dragon.

Connie’s vison was sharper, so his eyes had also changed. Kit seemed to have that effect on their dragons, and Connie loved that he did. He gulped. Funny how that was the first word that popped in his head.

Their bond quivered with surprise and joy. Oh by the Flames, did Kit pick up on that? Did hewantKit to pick that up?

“That’s a yes if I ever heard one. You know, maybe the three of us should think about getting a tattoo. Something thatsignifies the three of us belong together. We’ll talk about that later, because first—” Kit nipped Connie’s finger… then he took it into his mouth.

Heat.

Wetness.

Connie forgot about what Kit might or might not have picked up through the bond as Kit swirled his tongue around Connie’s finger. Holy dragon gods, that felt fabulous. Passion ripped through him, and his heart rate spiked.

“Suck,” Connie demanded.

Connie closed his eyes as Kit obeyed, his cock twitching. Kit flicked his tongue, doing things that were probably illegal in some states. His eyes sprang open. Holy hell, where had Kit learnedthat?

Hudson left his mark and was now also watching Kit, a hungry look on his face. His fist was also working quickly under the bubbling water.

A low, grumbling purr escaped Connie as his dick pressed against his trunks, aching. “That’s a talented tongue you have there. Can’t wait to feel it on my cock.”

Kit smirked. Reaching up, he wrapped his hand around Connie’s wrist. Then he opened his mouth and showed Connie just how agile his tongue really was.

“Fuck,” Connie moaned. “I swear, if you don’t want my dick there, stop. I can’t take much more.”

Kit let Connie’s finger slip out.

Connie was so hard he could pound nails. Kit’s gaze was hazy as he watched Connie. Beyond Kit’s shoulder, Hudson’s gaze burned. Connie hooked his hand behind Kit’s neck and dragged him closer. They met halfway and their tongues tangled.

Thrusting his tongue inside, Connie tasted wine and something that was uniquely his mate. Their tongues dueled, but Kit allowed Connie to take over. The kiss grew hotter, moreurgent. Demanding. Fuck, Connie wanted him. Now. His dragon rumbled in agreement.

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