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This is it. I hold my breath. Nope, can’t do that. I’m already lightheaded from the adrenaline. I force myself to let the breath out, and take another as slowly as possible.

“Ten,” Jethro hollers. “Ready or not, here we come.”

Chapter 11

Kyro

“YoutaketheSouthside.” I rub my hands together. “I’ll take the north. We’ll corner her.”

Jethro claps me on the back. “Look at us, working together.”

I glare at him before stomping into the forest, not bothering to run. I enter at the same point she did, glad that Jethro didn’t fight me on who took which side of the clearing. Her path is as clear as street signs. A broken branch here. A footprint there. She shouldn’t be barefoot out here. I’ll have to check her for cuts and make sure nothing gets infected.

A swath of fabric catches my eye. The silk of her dress. I pick it up. A souvenir.

That’s when I hear her panting breaths. She’s trying to be quiet. But I’m a dragon shifter. She can’t hide from me.

I slow my steps, spotting Jethro coming up along the other side. I motion to where she’s hiding near a fallen tree. He nods. We stalk forward. This is my favorite part of a hunt, zeroing in on the prey.

In one smooth motion, I lunge forward, grab her ankle, and pull her out from under the log. She screams and fights—as all prey does. To my surprise, she lands a good kick to my face. I let go, but she barely makes it a foot before Jethro is lifting her up and spinning her around to throw her belly-down over the log, his hard body pressing in behind her.

“Hello, lovely,” he whispers in her ear, brushing her long hair off her neck and out of her face. It’s matted with dirt and twigs. Sweat glistens on her brow. She’s never looked more lovely.

“You caught me,” she whispers.

“Did you think we wouldn’t?” Jethro asks.

“N-no, I just… what now?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“But… I mean… um, how are you going to…?”

He glances back at me. I shrug.

“You tell us,” he says.

“But… I don’t know.” She looks around as much as she can with her body pressed into the log, like she’s searching for an answer, running through possibilities of all the different ways we could take her.

“You do know,” Jethro says. “And one day you’re going to tell us all those naughty little thoughts. But until then, we’ll help.” He lifts her like a rag doll and tosses her to me. I catch her in my arms. The moment her heated body connects with mine, I lose it, kissing her as I shred her dress down the back.

She pulls away with a gasp as the night air hits her backside, leaving her exposed.

Jethro hops up on the log, dangling his feet and leaning back just enough to make his abs clench and his dick twitch. Cocky jackass. Goddess above, I wish he had nothing to be cocky about. But the man has the prettiest cock I've ever seen. Long and neatly trimmed, with a perfect bead of precum right at the tip like a jewel. It's infuriating.

He puts his elbows on his knees and leans forward, closer to us. “Kyro is going to fill your tight little pussy while you suck my cock like the greedy girl you pretend not to be.”

Jethro looks at me, and I nod, directing our girl between his legs so she’s facing him. He kisses her long and slow while I slide off the remains of her dress and touch her everywhere. I wish it wasn’t so dark. I want to shine a spotlighton every inch of her, learn every curve and dip, freckle and scar.

For now, I settle for exploring her with my hands. She moans as I move my palms over her breasts, teasing her nipples. There’s a gasp from her pretty lips as my hands slide down the curve of her belly to her thighs, and when I glide my fingers between her legs, she quivers. She’s so wet for us.

Us?

Fuck, I wish I had her all to myself. I will soon.

But this is what my mate wants now. Experience. Experimentation. And I’ll give her everything she needs. Even if it hurts to share the first time I’m inside her with the man who took my world from me.

The goddess is good, and she’s given me a new world: Sora.

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