Page 31 of Tempting Her Dragons

“I can’t,” I deny.

“You can,” King stresses but increases their speed.

“King,” I whine.

“You’re not wet enough,” he says, and I strongly disagree. I’ve never been this wet, but I hold my tongue.

“Her pussy is dripping,” Mav says. “So swollen in her need.”

“Yes, it is. Let’s see if we can make her gush,” King says.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp. Their mouths kiss the back of my knees, and then their tongues lick. They press open mouth kisses up my legs and back down. “Fuck me.” This is out of my dreams. Two men worshiping at my feet. Although they control every movement, and when I come, I gladly give over that control.

“Stunning,” King says. “You are so good, baby.” He sucks my skin on the base of my ass. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, King, yes.” I push back, causing their fingers deeper.

“She’s ready. Our hands are already covered in her juice,” Mav informs him. Later I will blush at his statement, but right now, I need to come so fucking bad.

“Come, Firefly,” King demands, and that’s all it takes.

“King,” I moan. I thrust and grind. “Mav,” I whimper. The orgasm cascades over me, rolling over and over. My legs shake from the intensity. Just when I think it’s ebbing, two tongues lick the wetness dripping down the insides of my thighs, following the trail up, and it starts again.

“Delicious,” King says against my skin.

“I’ve never tasted something so sweet,” Mav says.

If they don’t shut up, I won’t be able to walk to the party.

I lean heavily against the cushions, unable to hold myself up anymore. My eyes drift shut, enjoying the aftershocks.

“Lift,” King says, tapping my foot. They slip my underwear back in place.

“I need to change those,” I say.

“You will not,” he says. “I want every fucker there to know you belong to us.”

“So barbaric,” I say softly, and I fucking love it.

“If you bend over, showing anyone what belongs to us,” Mav starts, pulling the hem down as far as it will go as I straighten. “We will blister that ass.” Two hands pat my cheeks.

I should feel annoyed by the statement, but my pussy contracts.

The car ride to the club was filled with my chatter. I gladly sunk into the buttery leather seat of their sleek, black car. The coolness of the leather gave me a brief relief from the heat theirtouch caused, but it didn’t take long to rise again. Smelling their scent in the closed vehicle set my nerves on fire. Everything about them turns me on.

So, I gave a rundown of everyone coming, their animal, and my relationship with them. For the first half of the ride, I stared at King’s hand on the gearshift. For the second half, I kept my eyes on my window since watching his hand only made me hot.

I wait as they insisted they come to my door. I press my knees together so I don’t flash all the goods, even though they barely give me enough room to step out. I feel like a queen as they stand on either side of me, my hands cupping their bent elbows as we walk to the front of the line. I get several dirty looks when the bouncer nods at me and steps aside.

It’s still early, but the line is long, and the club is almost full.

Jax and his brothers own Club West, which they recently expanded and remodeled. The club has two long bars, a huge dance floor, a stage, booths, and VIP rooms. You can see customers leaning over the rail from the second floor, watching the action below. There are two sets of stairs to get up to the rooms and another bar on the second floor.

“Upstairs,” I say, nodding. The panthers set us up in the biggest VIP room.

King pulls ahead of me, and Mav falls behind. They both take a hand, sandwiching me between them, and I smile. A girl could get used to this.

I was afraid they would be put off or nervous about our command attendance with the family, but they are calm. Steady. My anxiety is flaring.

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