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Sora is panting as she watches us. She worries her lip between her teeth, her eyebrows pulling together. Oh, sweet innocent girl, I’m gonna give her so many new experiences tonight.

Islap Jethro’s thigh again, then drag two fingers through his cum soaked abs and shove them in her swollen pussy. She gasps, like she’s shocked. But I don’t give her time to react more before I’m bending their bound knees to make room for myself and slamming my cock into her, driving his cum deep as I fuck her raw, just like I did in the forest, just like it’s meant to be. My mate.Mine.

With my forearm across Jethro’s clavicle and their tied legs over my shoulder, I shift my weight into the other dragon so I can use my free hand to tease Sora’s clit. Hot pressure tightens my balls, my abs flex. Fuck, I’m close.

“Come again for me, Ara’ha.” I pinch her clit. “Come now!”

This time, it’s my name she screams, body spasming, clenching, clamping around my cock like she’s the fucking milkmaid trying to squeeze every drop out of me. Heat licks down my spine and up my hard length. I erupt, pouring myself into her. “Yes! Yes!Fuuuuuck!”

It goes on and on. Best. Orgasm. Of my damn life.

As the last spurt leaves me, I adjust our positions, allowing Sora and Jethro to stretch out the leg I’d pulled up before I carefully rest on my mate. I kiss her slowly, still inside her. Savoring the languid, sleepy kisses she gives me.

“That was…” She sighs. “That was incredible. Thank you.”

“No, Ara’ha, thank you. That was the best gift I’ve ever received. And whatever happens at the end of the week, I’ll hold this memory close to my heart forever.”

Chapter 18

Sora

Foreverisalongtime. My high turns to a low as I’m brought back to the reality of our situation. My whole body starts to shake.

Kyro curses and looks at the window. I completely forgot we were being watched, though the thought definitely turned me on at the beginning. He discretely extends his claws and rips the binding that ties me to the bedposts and to Jethro.

Kyro might remember this forever, but if I don’t choose to mate with one of them, or both of them—if that’s even allowed, if Kyro will even go for it—I’ll forget. Everything that happened tonight will vanish from my memory, and I’ll never have another experience like this ever again, and the two of them will be heartbroken to the point of losing their sanity, and the orgasm I just had, the one that made me see stars and nearly black out, the best orgasm of my life, will havenever happened, or may as well have never happened, because I won’t remember it.

I blink back tears. My teeth chatter, body shivering. Why is it suddenly so cold?

Kyro pulls me into his lap and holds me against his warm chest.

Jethro uses his freed hand to yank off the blindfold and take Kyro’s boxers out of his mouth. “What happened?”

“She’s crashing.” Kyro squeezes me tighter. Why does his voice sound like it’s coming through cotton?

“We need to keep her warm,” Jethro says.

“You think I don’t know that,” Kyro snaps.

Jethro takes a blanket from the foot of the bed and tucks it around me. It should be warm, but it doesn’t stop my shivering.

“W-w-why is it so cold?” It’s like even my organs are shivering.

“Shhh,” Jethro coos, smoothing down my hair. His hand is the only part of him that touches me, but he’s sitting close enough for me to feel some of his body heat. It just won’t penetrate the deep cold. “Just relax, lovely. You’re okay. Let our mate hold you.”

“I’m notyourmate,” Kyro growls, pulling me closer to his body and away from Jethro.

I shake harder. These men only know how to work together when we’re having sex. And even then, Kyro wasn’t exactly nice to Jethro. How could we possibly all be in a relationship together? We can’t just have sex every minute of every day for the hundreds of years we might live as dragons. Tears stream from my eyes and down my cheeks.

“You need to get on board, Ky. This is what the goddess wants,” Jethro says. “Seemed like you wanted it too when you were grabbing my cock.”

“This isn’t what the goddess wants!”

“How do you know?” Jethro demands. “Are you suddenly a priest? Do you know the mind of the goddess?”

“I just know. Okay?” He squeezes me close with the blanket over my head. “She’s going to pick me.”

Those last words are quieter, difficult to hear over my chattering teeth and the muffling effect of the blanket.

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