Page 30 of Tempting Her Dragons

“Do you think it’s as soft as it looks, brother?” Mav asks.

“I think we should find out,” King says, and I feel the air move.

Fingertips touch the inside of both ankles, and I gasp as they slowly move up my legs. My skin is electric. I close my eyes when they reach my thighs.

“We love soft things,” King says.

“Warm things,” Mav says, and I squeeze my eyes tighter.

They reach the edge of my underwear, tracing the fabric to my hip. I drop my head when they each slip a finger inside the fabric and pull. As the lace slides down, my toes curl.

“Step out,” Mav says, so I lift one foot and then the other. My underwear appears beside my hand, and their caress begins again.

I’m going to come before they touch me where I need them the most.

“Please,” I beg.

“Patience, Firefly,” King says, his breath coasting over me.

“Fuck patience,” I growl.

“Our girl wants our touch bad,” Mav chuckles.

“We want to give it to you,” Kings says, their fingers inching closer. “But we want you on the edge.” He taps the inside of my thigh with two fingers. “Wider.” Fuck, I’ll do anything as long as they make me come.

“Good girl,” Mav says. His words soothed a place inside me that I didn’t know existed, and I wanted more.

I groan when they drag their fingers through my lips. Finally, they tease, their touch barely grazing, and then take it away. I grit my teeth, holding the words of desperation from escaping. They reward me with a deeper touch. One finger presses on my clit, while the other circles when I need it inside.

“So wet, Firefly.” King slides the tip inside. “Tight and wet.”

“You like your mates’ attention?” Mav asks.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Do you want more?” King asks.

“Of course,” I whimper.

I feel every ridge of his finger as he grants my wish. Mav swirls his thumb around and around, adding pressure with each pass. The pressure is building with every stroke. My experiences are limited. I don’t allow many men close to me, physically and especially emotionally. I could never have dreamed of feeling the emotions and pleasure my mates pull out of me. I decided to go slow when we met, but now, I want fast. I want them to take it because I freely give it.

“Mav, I think she needs more,” King rasps. “Do you want both of our fingers?”

“Yes. Both.” I widen my legs more, showing them how much I need it.

“I can smell how much,” King says. I’m glad. I have zero embarrassment. We are animals in many ways. We use our scent for knowledge. They know everything they are doing is giving me pleasure. I want more.

“Fuck,” Mav grits out, his finger moving alongside King’s. “You are going to be so tight around our cocks.”

“Fuck, yes,” I cry.

“Not yet, Firefly,” King says. “I want you to come on our hands, but not yet.”

“Yes, now,” I grumble, the pull in my stomach demanding I give in.

“Wait,” Mav says.

“We want you to hold it,” King adds.

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