Page 15 of Dragon Rivals of New York

“You won’t need it tonight.” His hands cup my breasts. “No one will be wearing clothes at the temple. You don’t have tobe naked if you don’t want, but no one will mind your tits being free of their constraints. And doesn’t it feel good to be free?”

Fuck, it does feel good. He’s skillfully teasing my nipples between his fingers, kissing and licking and sucking on my neck, pressing me against Kyro in a way that rubs my clit just right. I moan, feeling the pleasure mount. But before it can get anywhere, Jethro pulls back.

I twist to look at him with a frown.

He smirks and takes off his jacket, dropping it. His shirt goes next, revealing his bare chest. The one night we were together, I still wasn’t ready to have the light on, so I didn’t get to see his body. He complied with my request, but unlike my husband, he didn’t seem happy about it. Sitting astride a dragon, facing away from him, I don’t have the best view, but twisting allows me to see more than I got to see the last time he was naked with me.

His chest and abs are chiseled perfection. He’s muscular, but leaner than Kyro, with more definition. He’s the epitome of a male specimen. A man that should be immortalized in sculpture.

While I watch, his claws pop from his fingers, and he rips his pants with a grin, letting them slide off his legs and down to the city below. Someone is going to be very confused whenthey find them. The thought makes me giggle, but the sound gets cut short when I glance down. Jethro’s cock is just as beautiful as he is. Like the rest of him, it’s not as big as Kyro, but it’s longer. My thighs clench, remembering how deep inside me it touched.

“Turn around. I want you facing me, lovely,” he says.

I shake my head. Scales are slippery enough. There’s no way I’m attempting to turn around while hundreds of feet above the ground.

“Kyro won’t let you fall.” He pats Kyro’s side. “Will you?”

Fire shoots from Kyro’s mouth. I’m not sure how to take that response, but Jethro laughs.

“He doesn’t like the idea of me fucking you on his back.”

“Then, no.” I lean forward and wrap my arms around Kyro’s neck.

“Alright, Ara’ha, but I think it’s an experience you’d like one day.”

“I’m not going to do something Kyro’s not comfortable with.”

“Kyro’s going to need to get on board, because I’m not giving you up.” Jethro presses into my back, pushing me flush against the dragon’s back. “And I know he’s not either.”

Kyro puffs smoke.

There’s a moment of silence before I whisper, “What if I choose to give you both up?”

My heart hurts just thinking about it, but I know I can’t deal with their fighting for the rest of my life—which will be incredibly long if I become a dragon. And even if they could get along and Kyro could “get on board” as Jethro says, I don’t want to be locked into a lifelong relationship. I don’t want to belong to a man again. I want to be mine, not someone else’s.

Jethro sighs in my ear. “I wish I could say that I’d let you go, if that’s what you want, Ara’ha…” The way he kisses my temple makes my chest squeeze tight. “But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop fighting for you. For us.”

Kyro’s head nods slowly up and down to the rhythm of his body.

Chapter 8

Kyro

FuckingJethro.ThesecondI reach the clearing, I land and shift, eager to get the asshole’s balls off my scales. It was a miscalculation. As I drop to all fours as a man, Jethro’s groin touches sensitive skin rather than hard scales. Way worse.

“Get your sweaty balls off me!” I duck and twist, but that just sends my mate sliding. She lands on her backside in the dirt with an oomph. “Shit, are you okay?”

“My balls aren’t sweaty.” Jethro helps Sora to her feet, pulling her against his naked body as he does.

She squirms away from him. “I’m fine, really.” Her gaze darts around, looking at everything but the two of us, mouth falling open on a gasp when she spots the sandstone temple at the other end of the clearing. “Where is this?”

“New Jersey.”

“No, this isn’t…”

“It is, and it isn’t,” I offer. “The temples don’t really exist on this plane, the entry point does. When a horde moves, the entry point goes with them.” I shoot Jethro a sharp look.

About two hundred years ago, The Silver Horde ruled New York and our temple was where the Gold Horde’s temple is now. It was long before I was alive, but Jethro was born not long after the takeover. The Gold Horde pushed us into New Jersey and grew rich while we weren’t allowed to do any business in the city. They blocked off our opportunities to trade with the other dragon hordes too, dominating business and industry for the past century.

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