Page 24 of Tempting Her Dragons

Fuck, that’s hot.

Mav cups my hips and then slides his hands to my ass as he kisses me. King leaves his hand on my neck and I have whole body shivers.

Their kisses are very different. King is all in. Fast. Thorough. Mav teases. He uses his teeth to tug on my lip, first the top and then the bottom. He licks my lips and then kisses me lightly. He eases the way, slow, steady, and just as delicious.

My erratic breathing echoes in the room when he backs away. My eyes slowly open as his thumb slides across my bottom lip.

“Delicious,” he rasps.

King’s hand flexes on my neck. “We won’t give you up, Firefly,” he growls.

I clear my throat and look over my shoulder. “Good.” Now that I have had the experience of the workings of the bond, I need them.

“Are you hungry?” Mav asks.

I shake the lust off. “I could eat.”

“Sit,” King says. “We’ll cook for you.” He lifts me to the counter, his hands sliding down my legs as he walks away. Goosebumps scatter over my skin. “Do you have a preference?” he asks, opening the fridge.

“No,” I say faintly. Where did these men come from?

“Coffee,” Mav says, handing me a cup. When did he make it?

“Thanks,” I mutter, looking down in wonder. They begin to work around the kitchen as if they have been here forever and like they have cooked together often. “You both cook?”

“Our mom made it a mandatory lesson,” King says while he gets the eggs.

“That must have been nice,” I say, smiling dreamily.

“She wasn’t always nice,” Mav laughs shortly. “We were little shits.” He dumps some hash browns in the warming skillet.

“No.” I shake my head. “It must have been nice to have a mom.” I regret my impulsive comment when their hands freeze and their eyes narrow.

“You didn’t have a mom?” King asks.

I open my mouth, but nothing escapes. I’m not sure I’m ready to reveal the dirty pain of my past.

“Get the bread,” King tells his brother, but his eyes stay on me. “How do you like your eggs?”

“Runny,” I whisper, and he nods.

He breaks an egg into the pan. I sip my coffee and watch them work. A pleasant atmosphere settles in the kitchen. They move seamlessly together without words, and I want to be a part of it. It’s obvious they have lived together and respect each other. Sometimes, you can learn more in the silent moments rather than voicing your feelings.

There are things we need to say, so many things we need to know. I wish I could share my past easily, but I haven’t spoken most of my feelings out loud. It was nice to be with Micah. He understood and gave me what I needed—to forget. Healthy? No, but sometimes it’s what we need the most.

I can tell they aren’t blood brothers. A shifter family will have different scents, but an underlying smell is the same. When they speak of their mother, what do they mean? I’m curious, but you can’t force someone to share.

Time. I just need time to trust the feelings they cause. It seems too good to be true. All I want to do, and what my body and dragon are pushing me to do, is wrap myself around them. Let them take care of me in a way I have never been.

Is it the bond making me like them? Would I feel this way without it?

There are certain things you can tell by scent. Most shifters can sense lies and deception. It smells different, like something rotten. They haven’t lied to me.

I’m startled out of my head when King picks me up. I grab his shoulders and stare at his jaw as he walks around the island and places me on a stool. Mav sets a plate filled with eggs, hash browns, and toast in front of me.

Mav takes the place beside me, and King stands in front of me on the other side of the counter.

“Eat,” Mav says.

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