Page 40 of Tempting Her Dragons

“How does it feel?” King asks.

“So good,” I moan. Dragon shifters have a split-tongue. I have never met a dragon shifter outside my family and haven’t experienced a tongue like ours. I have been unable to master splitting it in my human form, but Mav has. Oh, boy has he.

“How does she taste, brother?”

“Like fire,” Mav says; the heat from his breath adds to my desire for more.

“Firefly, take your tits out of your bra,” King says, looking down. “My arm is full.” He pulls slightly on my leg, to emphasize his point. His other arm is crooked over my head, his fingers tangled in my hair.

I rush to follow his order, even though he phrased it like a suggestion. Everything he says is an order; he’s just polite about it.

Thankfully, the clasp is in the front, so it takes little effort to release. My breasts are heavy and begging for attention. Having them sucked is one of my favorite things a man can do. Having my mates doing it will be a very different experience.

“Gorgeous tits,” King says, lowering his head. “You like them sucked?”

“Yes, please.”

“So polite,” he whispers as he licks my nipple, looking up at me. I arch, wanting more.

“King.” I press my head into the pillow when he pulls it into his mouth, and Mav thrusts his finger inside me. So many stimulations. I’m a ball of need. “Please, Sir.” I bite my lip, and my eyes widen. “Oh, sorry.”

“Why? I told you, call us whatever you want,” King says before sucking hard.

It just slipped out. “You don’t mind?” He was so demanding; it felt right.

“What did I say?” he growls. “Say it again.”

“Sir,” I whimper, and he rewards me with a bite. Mav covers me, using his tongue, lips, and fingers. Everything is too much. This much pleasure is not normal.

“Your pussy is so swollen and wet,” Mav hisses.

“Sir,” I cry. Everything about them feels right—the way they treat me with respect but demand I give them my heart.

“I love it,” Mav says, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “It seems she does, too. Her pussy clenches on my fingers every time.”

“Really?” King asks, licking around my nipple. “Say it again,” he demands.

“Sir,” I rasp. Yes, it feels so fucking right. “I need to come.”

“No,” King says.

“Yes,” I say.

“Wait,” he says.

“King,” I grit out. “Sir.”

“We want you to wait,” he says.

“Please,” I beg. The pressure is building to a level I didn’t think possible. I don’t think I can deny it. “I can’t,” I persist.

“You can,” King growls and takes my lips.

Kissing either of them is an experience. If he thinks it will calm me down, he’s mistaken. I could kiss them for hours and never tire of it.

Mav adds a finger, stretching me while he sucks on my clit. I break away, gasping for air and the strength to resist coming.

“Fucking beautiful,” King says, watching my face. “You’re doing so well, Firefly.”

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