Page 22 of Tempting Her Dragons

“Crap,” I mumble. I quickly grab the pile of clothes from her hands. “Sally, really.” She brought me my shortest shorts, which I only wear when alone. They are light-colored jean shorts with rips across the back pockets. The shirt is off the shoulder, with long sleeves and cut at an angle across my waist. The right side of my waist will show.

“Girl, you have a great body. Show it off.”

“I didn’t plan on showing so much,” I hiss.

“Why the fuck not? Have you seen them?” She points toward the door, and I roll my eyes.

At least she brought me underwear and a bra. I quickly get dressed, brush through my hair, and brush my teeth. I don’t have time for makeup.

“Ready,” I say to myself in the mirror.

“Get them,” Sally mouths behind me. I give her big eyes, and we walk as casually as possible through the bedroom. I freeze in the living room when my mates turn their attention my way. “Welp, I better go,” Sally says, walking backward to the door, ignoring my panic. “I’m Sally, by the way. I hope you like rabbit shifters.”

“Love them,” King says, smirking. I watch her face blush, something I didn’t know she could do.

“Awe…awesome,” she stutters, another thing I didn’t know she could do. “Alright. Have fun, kids.” I stare at the closed door for what seems like hours.

“Saphira,” Mav says softly, gaining my attention.

“Did you sleep?” I ask hurriedly. “Hopefully not on the roof.” I’m fucking wet. How can I be wet? They are standing across the room from me; no touching involved. “Are you hungry? I can make you something. I’m a pretty good cook. Micah, the vampire who raised me, insisted I learn. I wasn’t thrilled at first, but now I’m grateful.” I take a few steps closer. “I don’t know what you like to eat. Are you breakfast people?” I roll the ends of my sleeves in my palms, moving toward them. “Did my brothers yell at you? I hope they didn’t give you a hard time. They’re mated. They should know they can’t interfere with the bond.” I swallow hard. “I heard Ryker came over. I’m sorry about that, too.” I cross my arms, and my gaze travels over them quickly. “He’s protective. All of them are. Don’t take offense.”

“Saphira—” King takes a step toward me.

“I know, I know. They are my family, but sometimes it can be a lot for new people.” I bite my lip, dropping my arms. “Sorry, I chatter. Micah is always giving me shit about it. When I’manxious, I chatter more. Do you drink coffee? I can make some.” I start to slide past them leaning on the island, intending to make coffee. A hand slips through one of the holes in my pocket and yanks. My back meets a hard chest.

“Don’t be anxious,” King whispers in my ear.

“You can’t just tell someone not to be anxious, and it magically happens,” I whisper, my body trembling in need. “Can I call you King?” I ask. “And Mav? I have been in my head.”

“I told you. Call us whatever you want,” he says.

“Okay.” He slides his hand across my waist and twirls me to face him.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, his lips just out of reach once again.

“Yes. I sleep deep and quickly. Just so you know,” I inform them.

“We guessed,” Mav says as he moves across from his brother but closer to me.

“We are hungry,” King says, pulling my attention back to his lips. “We love breakfast and anything you want to feed us. Sleeping didn’t come easy, but we don’t need much.”

“Ryker was considerate,” Mav says.

“You forgot to text him.” King unravels my hands from my shirt. “He did what he came for and wished us good luck as your brothers walked over.” I stare at his hands caressing mine. “Your brothers were being brothers. We respect them. As long as you are happy, they won’t have a problem.” My gaze slowly crawls back up to his eyes.

“I’m glad they didn’t scare you off,” I say honestly. Now that I am accepting they are my mates, and I didn’t scare them off, I’m glad they know.

“Firefly, we don’t scare easily,” King rumbles, and my stomach flips at the nickname.

“Oh, good.” I lick my lips.Fuck, kiss me.

“Last night didn’t scare us either,” he continues.

“It didn’t?”

“Not a chance,” Mav says. He took his flannel off. His arms are covered in tattoos, and I can’t help staring. Between his tattoos and King’s lips, my body is going to combust.

“Were you afraid it would?” King asks, drawing my attention. His voice is low and sometimes sounds like it’s filled with gravel.

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