Page 29 of Tempting Her Dragons

We have been in the dark for so long; being in her presence is blinding.

Chapter Eight

Saphira

Ifeel like a teenager with a crush. As I stand in front of the mirror, I make sure everything is in place and press my palm to my stomach.

The guys are in the living room waiting for my appearance. I admit it takes time to prepare, especially when going out. On a date. With my hot mates. I don’t care that everyone is going to be there. I want to make a good impression. I want them to want me just as much as I want them.

Hearing their story was heartbreaking. I already love their mom for giving them a home; their painful journey told me a lot about them. I don’t care how many years have passed; going through such a traumatic time either makes you fall into the agony of it or rise above. Respect for their mom is evident in every word they say. They love her fiercely; it makes me want their love, too.

I want to fall. My body is flushed with heat just thinking about them.

I twist and have second thoughts about the dress. The shorts I had on were the same length. The light glistens off the multi-colored fabric. My left arm is covered from collar to wrist. My right is bare, and the top slashes over my breasts and down the side, barely covering my side to my waist.

My makeup is black and dramatic. The blush I used enhances my flushed face. I curled my long hair and pinned the right side, so I have nothing to hide the skin on display. My heels are red, high, and sexy.

I spray a light perfume from neck to feet and nod before going into the bedroom. Shoving my money into a cute matching bag, nothing is left to linger on. So I take a deep breath and open my bedroom door. I take one step and freeze.

My mates are leaning on the back of the couch, waiting for me. Hands cupping the top, legs crossed, side by side.

I should have brought a spare pair of underwear.

Strikingly hot.

King is wearing black—black slacks, a black dress shirt, and black boots. His wrist adornment stands out, the only thing on his frame that’s not black. His hair seems even brighter, and his eyes are locked on my shiny legs.

Mav tilts his head, his soft-looking hair falling into his eyes, traveling from the top of my head to my feet. His slacks are black, but he’s wearing a green dress shirt. His boots are dark green.

How do they make slacks and combat boots look so fucking good?

“Fuck, Firefly,” King rumbles, standing straight, his eyes meeting mine. My heart skips a beat at the heat I see in them.

“Fire,” Mav says. “You look like fire.” I resist the urge to put my palms on my face, instead rubbing my hand down my hip and back up. My fingers of my other hand clench my purse.

“Come here,” King demands. I remember a conversation I had with Sally about dominating men. We both agreed we would listen to the right man.

I think they are the right men.

Hoping my legs don’t give out, I walk across the space and stop in front of them.

“You both look so handsome,” I breathe, running my palm over King’s chest and then Mav’s.

“Thanks, baby,” Mav says. I melt. The heat is increasing every moment I am with them.

“Put your hands on the back of the couch,” King commands softly, and I shiver. They move further apart to make room. He takes my purse from my hand and waits.

My hands are shaking with anticipation as I do as he asks. I feel the hem of my dress creeping toward my ass as I bend. I breathe through my mouth while I wait, ready for their touch.

“Beautiful,” Mav says, stepping behind me.

“Are you ready for our touch?” King asks, joining his brother.

“Yes,” I say, my nails digging in.

“We want to ease your heat,” Mav says.

“We have been aching to feel your skin,” King whispers.

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