Page 34 of Dragon Rivals of New York

“She’s not interested.” I step in front of Sora and cross my arms.

“Come on, man, it’s clear she’s new. Let her get the whole experience.” He reaches around me and grazes his fingers down Sora’s arm.

Experience might be what Sora wants, but I’ll be the one to give it to her. Not this lowlife who has no respect for the system.

I stare down my nose at the man until he finally turns away. That’s when I spot Kyro strolling over. He’s got his hands in his pockets, which does nothing to hide his prominent arousal. When he stripped down on the way to Finley’s transformation, my mouth wasn’t the only part of me that drooled. The man is a fine specimen of a dragon.

His gaze catches on our uninvited intruder as he walks away, then swings to a bouncer standing against the wall. Seconds later, the man who approached Sora is escorted out of the club. I smile at Kyro. Not bad.

Sora’s oblivious to the entire exchange, her attention fixed on the stage where two men and a woman now dance provocatively for the audience.

“Like us,” I whisper in her ear. “Want to dance with your mates again, lovely?”

“I think…” She twirls the blue bracelet around her wrist. “I’d like to try something new tonight.”

“Do you want a drink first?” Kyro asks. Sora shakes her head. Smart.

With his palm on the small of her back, he leads her toward a dark hall off to the side of the room. He doesn’t check to see if I follow, but that’s fine. I don’t mind walking a few steps behind his sweet ass.

The hall is lined with windows that reveal private rooms. Some have closed curtains, others are open to viewers. Some are empty, some full.

“What do the lights mean?” Sora asks, pointing to the green light over a door with the window blacked out.

“Green means the room is open and empty. Green and yellow means the room isn’t empty, but whoever is inside is open to more guests. Red means it’s closed. The club sometimes closes rooms for cleaning and things like that, but often it just means whoever is inside isn’t open to additional partners.”

The next door is red, but the window is open and Sora stops to look inside. The room is set up like an elegant Victorian living room, with ornate antique furniture. I would very much like to defile my pretty mate on that polished wood dresser.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Kyro looking at me, but he quickly looks away.

Currently, the room holds only one guest. A woman. She’s wearing a corset and white skirt as if she planned to match the room. Facing the window, she unhooks each clasp on her corset and lets it fall to the ground, revealing perky breasts. She’s beautiful, but she doesn’t hold a candle to my mate, who gasps as the woman reveals herself.

Sora’s lips are parted, her chest rising and falling in fast breaths. Her hand comes to her mouth, and she looks around like a little mouse caught with a piece of cheese.

“It’s alright to watch her, lovely,” I whisper. “She wants you to. She wouldn’t be in there if she didn’t.”

The woman in the room keeps her eyes on the window, where a small crowd has now gathered, as she strips off the last of herclothing and lowers herself onto the floral couch, spreading her legs. She slides her hands over her body, caressing herself shamelessly.

“She’s so… so… powerful.” Sora’s voice is full of awe and envy.

“So are you,” I tell her, hoping she’ll believe it and claim it for herself.

She holds her head a little higher as she meets my gaze.

“Come on,” Kyro says, taking her hand and leading us farther down the hall.

We pass a few other rooms that capture Sora’s attention momentarily, but none as much as the woman alone. A few times, at rooms with green and yellow lights, Kyro asks if she wants to go in, but she shakes her head.

When we reach the end of the hall, Kyro opens a door with a green light. The empty room is nothing like the Victorian themed one, or the mock torture chamber, or the room with a throne, or the room with padded walls and flooring. It looks like a regular bedroom. No, more like an expensive hotel room. There’s a bed in the center of the room that faces the window. Nightstands with lamps on either side. Along one wall, there’s a low dresser with platters of various fruits, pastries, and deserts on top.

Kyro closes the door and pushes Sora against it, kissing herbreathless. The intensity of it leaving me panting. The man can kiss. Not breaking contact, he hits the light switch that will turn on the red light in the hall. When they part for breath, he asks, “Window open or closed?”

“Open,” Sora immediately gasps, then covers her mouth as if she’s trying to take back the word. Kyro wrinkles his brow. The big brute can’t seem to understand her reaction to her own request.

“Hmm, that’s it, lovely. Own what you want.” I kiss the side of her neck. “Let’s give them the best show they’ll see all night.”

Sora covers her smile by sucking her lips into her mouth. Kyro leads her to the bed, then slowly unzips her dress and kisses her back.

Letting them have their moment, I stroll over to the platters of food, pick up a banana, and peel it. With my hip propped against the dresser, I watch Kyro undress our mate. His large hands work the dress down her body until it lands in a puddle on the floor.

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