Page 40 of Power of Draken

"Terrible at recognizing horseshit, is what you are," Logan says, then lowers his head to take what appears to be several calming breaths. When he looks up again, he is more like himself again—down to the feral grin spreading across his face.

I know that look. It was the one he got as he came up with a plan to get under Kai’s skin.

"I think our little field exercise just got a secondary objective,” Logan declares. “One that's going to do a hell of a lot more good than checking into arbitrary waypoints. Wouldn't you agree, Kyr?"

Kyrian groans, but there is a spark in his gaze too. "This is a terrible idea. You know that, right?"

"On the contrary, it is the best idea I've ever had," says Logan.

"That's a very high bar," I mutter.

Kyrian snorts.

My stomach knots as I look between the men. I don’t know what’s about to happen, but there is a small exhilaration in the fear of this particular unknown. “So, what’s the new objective exactly?”

Logan brushes his thumb over my chin, tracing my scar with sensual care. "To show you the truth about your body, of course,” he says. “That truth being that you are capable of feeling all manner of pleasure.”

I swallow, ready to deny that it’s possible, but Logan puts a finger over my lips.

“I promise you'll enjoy it. You might blush enough to heat up the whole campsite, but you'll enjoy it.” Logan’s low husky voice is waking my body up again. “You are too deliciously captivating to not know the full range of dirty wonderful sensations you are capable of. The ones you deserve.”

“Can ye be brave enough to let us show you the truth, lass?” Kyrian adds. If Logan is all energy and momentum, Kyrian is the force that’s staving off the tsunami. No less powerful, but more careful. Determined to give me the room to breathe before letting all the promised sensations come crashing into me.

Logan. Kyrian. They are gods made flesh, their bodies chiseled to perfection. And I'm?—

"What's that thought?" Logan nips my earlobe, pulling me out of my head.

“I am not very good at all this. No, don’t argue. You literally have no way of knowing one way or the other. So… so what happens if I do it wrong?"

"Then I spank your ass and we try again," says Logan.

My eyes widen.

Kyrian punches Logan's shoulder hard enough to make him wince. "Don't listen to him. He is teasing you, except you don’t know enough to even know why that’s a tease. And the arsehole knows it." Kyrian traces his finger over my ear, which is just an ear… yet it’s suddenly sending all sorts of sensations down to my core. "You can do no wrong tonight, chaos. Nothing at all."

"Now lie back and feel," Logan coaxes, his mouth returning to my neck. He trails his lips down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. One of his hands still holds my wrists, the other is now roaming unabashedly over my body, sliding along my collarbone, then lower. His fingertips graze the swell of my breasts through the fabric of my shirt. My breath hitches as he traces slow circles, teasing but not quite touching where I suddenly ache for his touch.

His hand drifts lower, skimming over my stomach, fingertips dipping just under the hem before continuing down. He traces patterns on my inner thigh, so close but still maddeningly far from where I'm now throbbing with need. My hips lift of their own accord, seeking more. Logan chuckles against my throat, the vibration sending shivers through me.

"This is going to be the easiest mission ever," Logan murmurs. "And we're just getting started."

As if to prove his point, his hand slides higher on my thigh, achingly slow. His fingers dance along the sensitive skin, making me quiver. Then finally— finally— he presses his palm right against my most intimate place.

I gasp as he rubs me through my clothes, the pressure and friction sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

Just as I manage to breathe through what Logan’s hand is working between my thighs, Kyrian shifts closer on my other side. His fingers trail along my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before gliding across my collarbone, the neckline of my shirt. The swells of my breasts beneath the fabric. His large warm hand cups my breast and kneads slowly, his thumb brushing over where my nipple is already pebbling beneath the fabric.

Piercing pleasure spreads from his touch, making me arch into his hand for more.

Kyrian hums in approval.

Slowly, maddeningly, he circles his thumb around and around my nipple, never quite touching but keeping me aching for the contact. His other hand joins the first, palming my neglected breast, and I let out a breathy moan.

"You like this, don't ye lass?" Kyrian's deep voice caresses me right along with his hands. "Your breasts are perfectly made for my hands.” He rolls my nipples and I arch into his touch with a moan which turns louderas Kyrian puts his mouth over the tented fabric and sucks my nipple into his warm mouth.

I'm panting now, head thrown back as the dual sensations of Logan's hand between my legs and Kyrian's mouth on my breasts send me spiraling higher. Kyrian lowers his head, his hot breath fanning over my chest. "Ready to see how much more you can take?” he asks.

I can’t answer and the men don’t wait for me to. Instead, Logan slides his hand deftly inside my pants. I gasp as he brushes through the thatch of curls and parts my slick folds with no hesitation.

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