Page 39 of Tempting Her Dragons

“Good.” I realize it’s true. Something inside was released.

“Mav?” King asks, and I twist my head.

“Great,” he responds when I meet his eyes. “Morning, baby.”

“Morning,” I mumble. It’s getting harder to ignore how they affect my body.

“Firefly,” Kings says, and I turn back. “Do you want to play?”

“Play?” I ask weakly.

“I can feel your need,” he rumbles. “We can ease it.”

“How?”

“Are you beginning to trust us?” he asks.

“Yes.” I believe they wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.

“I want you to pick a word. Something that will stop everything if you say it. We won’t ignore it once said. You will control our actions,” King says.

“Any word?” My mind races and my insides get all mushy for their consideration.

“Yes. If you say stop, we will. We will never be mad at you. We’ll stop and talk about what scared you or gave you pause,” he explains.

“Collar,” I decide.

“Good. Say it, and we stop.” Mav pushes the blankets down to our feet. “Is there anything we could do that would make you uncomfortable?” King asks.

“You can’t put your hand around my neck,” I say, swallowing. “I don’t like it.” It’s a story for another day.

“Alright. We won’t,” King says. He looks over my head, silently communicating with Mav. “Anything else?”

“Not that I can think of.” I need their touch.

“We aren’t going to fuck you,” he says.

“No?” I ask, and Mav sits up.

“Not yet,” he clarifies. I start to turn my head when I feel Mav moving, but King puts his finger on my chin. “Keep your eyes on me. Mav is going to eat you.”

“He is?” I groan at the prospect.

“Yes.” His lips twitch. “You okay with that?”

“Yes,” I say quickly. Mentally, I’m smacking myself on the forehead. I sounded desperate.

“Firefly, don’t hold back your emotions,” King says. “We want all of them. There is no room for dishonesty between us.”

“I’ll try.” I’ve had to hide parts of myself; showing all emotions is difficult.

“That’s all I can ask.” King kisses me quick and deep as his brother slides off my underwear, and I’m lost in sensation. He breaks away and doesn’t move. “I love your mouth,” he says, and I can barely concentrate on his words. He glides his hand down my side, over my hip, to the inside of my leg, and grabs the back of my knee, pulling.

He holds my leg in the crook of his elbow, opening me wide. I shiver as the air hits me.

“Fucking beautiful,” Mav says. I feel his thighs against my back, and I look down to see his head by my ass. “Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes.” His tongue presses against my clit, and my palm slaps against King’s chest. “Shit,” I gasp.

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