Page 14 of Dragon Rivals of New York

“Otto,” I call. “Would you mind taking me to the temple?”

He gives me a gaping wide-eyed stare. I feel a little bad for asking, but I won’t let Jethro and Kyro put me in the middle of their petty arguments, either. If they can’t manage their jealous insecurities, I know exactly what my decision will be at the end of this week.

“Um…” Otto scratches the back of his neck. “Maybe it would be best if you went with one of your mates?”

Damian steps up. “I could carry all three of you.”

“Are you sure? That seems like a heavy—”

“I’m sure.” Damian gives me a smile that makes two growls ring behind me.

“No. I’ll fly,” Kyro says. “Jethro can,” he pulls in a breath, “ride me with you.”

“I love this plan.” Jethro rubs his hands together while Kyro unbuttons his shirt.

I don’t know where to look. To the side of me, Otto, Damian, and a whole slew of other dragons from both hordes are undressing. Which is understandable, since they’re all wearing expensive clothes they won’t want destroyed when they shift into dragons. Finley told me they don’t have the same feelings about nudity that we have, but knowing that doesn’t stop the heat from climbing my chest to my neck. I can count on one hand the number of people I’ve seen naked in my life, but nowI’m about to triple that.

I rub the silk of my dress between my thumb and fingers and look out over the city. The twinkling lights of the buildings calm my mind a little.

“Turn around Sora,” Kyro’s voice comes from just behind me.

“Listen to your mate,” Jethro says with that damn wink of his.

I swallow and turn. Kyro is completely naked. Not a scrap of fabric covers his body from my view. I try to keep my eyes on his face, but when he steps back, it’s nearly impossible.

He puts his hands on his hips, legs wide, confident and unashamed. What would it feel like to be so free? Even with my ex, I never felt that. There was always the pressure to be a little thinner, a little more put together. He’d make comments now and then. Nothing that seemed too horrible at first. In fact, it was the same type of thing I’d heard from my mom my whole life, so it just seemed normal. And true.

I believed what they told me and internalized it so much that I didn’t want to have sex with the lights on. He didn’t want to either. Or at least, he never put up a fight about it. Never wanted to look at me. It wasn’t until my most recent one-night stand, after almost a year of therapy, that I tried keeping the lights on, but I still hid my stomach under lingerie.

Kyro hides nothing. His body isn’t perfect by the standards I’ve been told I should want. He's big and muscular, but not hard or defined. He’s got the kind of strength that comes from manual labor, not a gym. It would probably be no problem for him to bench press me.

And his body isn’t the only thing that’s big. His cock is… gigantic. Hard. And sticking straight out like a homing beacon locked onto me. I can’t look away from it, and it grows. Thickening. Lengthening. Scales popping out along his skin.

Dragon dong.

“Show off,” Jethro mutters beside me.

Kyro smirks, and then his whole body shimmers and shifts.

I’ve seen Jethro in his dragon form, and he’s big, but Kyro is massive. He only fits on the patio because everyone else has left now, and he curls himself up in a ball. He drops his head and hot breath tickles my ankles.

“Shall we?” Jethro offers his hand and helps me onto Kyro’s back before climbing on behind me. He kicks Kyro’s side with his heel and yells, “Giddy up!”

Kyro’s head twists around, and his glare is pure fire, but he spreads his wings as much as he can and leaps into the air. My breath shoots out of my body in a gasp. I knew this was going to happen, but it’s still shocking. I’m flying on adragon!

Jethro wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. “Think I can make you come before we get there?”

“You… you want to make me come right now?”

“I always want to make you come, lovely.” His breath is warm on my ear, but a shiver slides down my spine. “Hmm, but maybe this time I’ll just tease you.” He nips at my earlobe. “Will you help me out, Ky?”

Kyro’s body undulates like a wave. Jethro pushes me forward, tilting me so my clit presses against Kyro’s smooth scales. He kisses my neck, slowly easing the straps of my dress down off my shoulder. I’m wearing a white strapless bra that matches my lacy white thong. I may or may not have worn the set in case an opportunity like this arose.

Jethro’s hands drag over my skin and into my hair, freeing it from the updo I spent hours on this morning. My eyes close as I give in to his touch and the rocking sensation of Kyro’s body beneath me. The cool wind on my chest and face. The warmth of the dragon between my legs.

Jethro unhooks my bra, and I open my eyes just in time to see him drop it, letting it flutter down over the City of New York.

“What the—”

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