Page 59 of Dragon Rivals of New York

“I’m scared,” she whispers.

“Of what, lovely?”

“That the Ruby Diamond Horde will win, and I won’t be able to become a dragon. Th-that I’ll forget you.” Emotion chokes her voice. “But… I’m also scared it’ll work, and it’ll all be different than what I think, that you’ll be different once you know I’m yours and you’re not trying to win me over.”

“Oh, my sweet mate.” I turn her around to face me, then lift her chin. “We won’t ever stop trying to win you over.”

“But once we’re mated, it’s permanent. Finley said it—”

“Yes, it’s permanent, and it’ll be uncomfortable if we’re apart for long. But, Sora, I love you. Mating you won’t mean that I can suddenly treat you however I want, that I own you. You’re not a prize to win, then set on a shelf.”

“Oh, she is a prize.” Jethro sweeps her wet hair out of the way so he can kiss her shoulder. “She’s a prize that we’ll have to work at winning every day for the rest of our lives.” His gaze catches with mine. “So are you.”

There’s a tug in my chest and an ache low in my groin as Jethro drags his hand across Sora’s body and up my side.

“Do you believe us, lovely?” he asks, kissing her neck while he’s still touching me.

“I… I think I do. I’m trying to.”

Matching sighs of relief leave Jethro and me at the same time. I kiss Sora, the touch of our lips fragile like glass, sweet like spun sugar.

“I’m scared too,” I confess against her lips. I’ve always had a deep faith in the will of the goddess. Always trusted thatthings will work out. But now that I have everything I’ve ever wanted in my arms, all I can think about is losing her. Losing them. If the goddess took them from me…

I kiss my mate like it might be the last time, and she does the same, our lips communicating all the things I can’t find the words to share.

Grabbing her ass, I lift her off her feet, so her legs wrap around me. Jethro moves in, pressing against her back as she presses her front into me, water pouring over our bodies.

Jethro wraps a large hand around my cock and his, pressing them together just under Sora’s lifted core, dragging the tips over her entrance.

Skin slides over skin. Lips meet. Mine and Sora’s. Sora’s and Jethro’s. Jethro’s and mine.

Holding her between us with the weight of our pressed bodies, I reach for a jar of coconut oil I keep in the shower to use on my hair. I scoop out a bit, cover my hands, then drag them over the round globes of Sora’s ass.

“I like where this is going,” Jethro says.

My fingers skim her back entrance. She gasps and Jethro groans.

“Can we take you here, baby?” I push my thumb against her.

“I’ve never… isn’t it… I mean, what if…”

“Shh, relax, lovely.” Jethro rubs her clit. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but goddess above, I want my cock in your ass.”

“Um…” She bites her lower lip. “I guess, since we’re in the shower, maybe…”

To relax her, I kiss her neck. Jethro takes my cue and kisses the other side. As we kiss, and suck, and lick her wet skin, I slather Jethro’s cock in oil, rubbing our lengths together, slicking us up. He groans against Sora’s skin, and the sound pulses through my blood.

Cocks slick, I move to rubbing oil over his hand. The way he laces our fingers is erotic in a way I haven’t experienced before. Sensual and connecting. We catch eyes. I lean over Sora’s shoulder. We kiss.

With one finger each, we explore her tight back entrance together. She moans with each touch. When Jethro slips his thumb in up to the knuckle, she tenses, but quickly relaxes into the stretch.

“That’s it, baby.” Praising them both, my fingers dance over Jethro’s hand. “Suck his thumb into your hot ass, just like that.”

He works her over, stretching her, easing her into things,while I stroke her pussy with the tips of our cocks. She arches her back, pressing her sudsy breasts to my chest, throwing her head back on Jethro. They look so good together.

Feel damn good too.

I want to savor every moment of making love to them.

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