Page 32 of Dragon Rivals of New York

“Prove it,” Jethro says. “Prove you’re good enough for her by giving her an experience she’s never had. Let us in.”

“In where?” Sora asks. “None of you have even told me what this place is, but it’s clear it’s not just a restaurant.”

“You didn’t prepare her?” I shove Jethro in the chest and stomp past him to Sora. Taking her hands, I lead her to a black tufted bench near the hostess stand. Once she’s sitting, I turn her hand over in my lap and lace our fingers together, then meet her eyes. “The Black Wing is a sex club.”

“An elite sex club.” Jethro takes a seat on the other side of her. “I got to tell you, I’ve been dying to come here for ages, but stayed away for obvious reasons.”

“Haven’t your… hordes,” she drops her voice on the last word and looks around, “been at peace for a year now?”

“Yes, but do you think this guy would let me in, even with a treaty?” He jerks his thumb at me. “The only reason he’s not kicking me out right now is because of you.”

She looks at me with a question in her eyes. I cross my arms over my chest and ignore the asshole who is one hundred percent right.

“We have a good reputation,” I continue. “We take care of our people, are strict with who we allow in, and have extensive security. But it’s still a sex club. Once you go through those doors…”

She sucks in a breath. “I want to do this.”

“Okay.” I share a look with Jasmine, letting her know to get the questionnaire ready.

“You’re not going to argue that I shouldn’t?” Genuine surprise paints her delicate features.

“Of course not. You’re an adult. You can make these choices for yourself.”

“Good answer,” Jethro says, leaning around Sora. He rubs his hands together. “Now, let’s fill out some paperwork.”

“Paperwork?”

“Most of it’s for legal purposes. To ensure we don’t get sued, but the rest is to determine your boundaries,what you’re comfortable with and what you’re not comfortable with.” Jasmine hands me two clipboards and I hand them off to Sora and Jethro. “Everyone who comes into the club gets color-coded bracelets. A white bracelet means you’re just here to watch and don’t want to take part in any of the activities.” I hold up a white bracelet and slip it on her wrist.

“What if I want to participate?”

“I think it’s best if you just observe for your first time.”

“You don’t get to decide that for her,” Jethro says with a bit more fire in his voice than I expect. He takes her hand and fingers the white bracelet. “Is this what you want, lovely?”

She gnaws on her bottom lip, looking from him to me. Slowly, she shakes her head.

Smoke puffs from my nose before I can rein it in. The thought of her participating in what goes on inside The Black Wing has my jealous dragon nature ready to tear the place apart. But it also has my cock stiffening against my leg. Shit.

“Jasmine.” With just her name, I let Jasmine know what I need, and she brings over a little bowl with all the bracelets we have. I slip off the white one and replace it with a black one first.

“What’s that one for?” Sora asks.

“It means you’re not looking for a partner and are only interested in being with the person you came with.”

“Me.” Jethro’s grin is smug.

“Or me,” I snap. “There’s no way I’m letting you in there without me.”

Sora tightens her jaw at my words, but she doesn’t argue. She probably knows enough about dragons to understand why this is a mandate. It strikes me that despite my hatred for Jethro, I don’t want to punch him every time he touches Sora. Probably because he also shares a mating bond with her.

“The purple means you’re open to other people watching you.” I hold it out, waiting for her.

She looks from me to Jethro. “What do you think? Are you both… okay with that?”

“More than okay.” Jethro grabs the purple bracelet from my hand and slides it on his wrist, along with a black one.

Sora bites her lip and waits for me.

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