Page 20 of Dragon Rivals of New York

“Don’t worry, lovely, we’ll dance to the Goddess’s beat once you transform,” Jethro takes my hand.

“More than dance.” The look Kyro gives me is pure fire. His eyes are a little glazed, his face more relaxed than normal.

“Come on.” Jethro takes Kyro’s hand too, and the bigger dragon doesn’t pull away. They’re both hard, as are all the men in the room.

I’m starting to understand why I shouldn’t be here. This could so easily devolve into an orgy of epic proportions with people who have the strength and stamina of dragons. I’ve always been a little curious about orgies—a secret curiosity.

When I read the Bible stories about orgies, promiscuity, and Solomon’s hundreds of wives, my heart beat a little faster, my skin flushed, wondering what it was like. Even as I was told they were wrong, I wanted to know. They seemed so beyond my experience, so outside of anything I would ever do or be a part of, they piqued my curiosity.

But the emotion that immediately followed was shame and guilt. I shouldn’t be intrigued by those things. I shouldn’t have a fascination with sex at all. Women who were interested in sex, who liked sex, were evil temptresses, at fault for any myriad of men’s wrongs. And I didn’t want to be that.

I’m trying to rewire that thought in my brain, but it’s a slow process. Tonight, could have been an opportunity to do something about those false beliefs. I sigh and glance back one more time as we leave the temple.

The drums are less overpowering in the clearing. Kyro shakes his hand free of Jethro’s. I glance from one man to the other. A little braver, I let my gaze drop to Jethro’s cock, taking in the full sight of it. Pulled tight and stiff, it sticks straight up toward the sky.

Thicker and heavier, Kyro’s juts forward. I bite my lip.

I don’t want to just go home and go to bed. Other options pop into my mind one after the other, each more scandalous than the last.

Desires I could never voice make me clench my thighs together. My nipples tighten, rubbing against the thin fabric of my dress. Two sets of eyes drop to my chest. Kyro frowns. Jethro grins.

“What is it you want, lovely?”

“I… I don’t know.” It’s not true. I could name twenty things I want, but all of them would be… wrong. So wrong.

But can it be wrong to love your mates?The thought pops into my head as if spoken by someone else.

“Would you like another new experience?” Jethro asks. He glances at Kyro, who draws in his brows. “A game?”

“A game?” I repeat. “You want to play a game? Like go home and play monopoly or something? That’s not exactly a new experience.”

“Oh, I’m not ready to go home yet. I don’t think you’re ready for that either,” Jethro says as he pulls me flush against his hard body. A soft growl sounds from Kyro behind me. “I was thinking something a bit more physical than monopoly.”

His eyes burn as they travel the length of my body. I swallow thickly.

“Spit it out, Jethro,” Kyro commands.

“Let’s play hide ‘n seek.”

Chapter 10

Sora

“Hide‘nseek?Thekids’ game?” Even as I say it, I know he intends something that’s definitely not for children.

A wicked smile spreads across his face. “Whoever finds you first, fucks you first.”

I look from Jethro to Kyro, wondering what he thinks of this idea.

The massive man’s muscles flex as his arms casually cross his chest. “I actually like this idea.”

“Here?” I look around at the forest on all sides of us.

“The horde owns most of the land around the clearing,” Kyro says. “Just don’t go too far.”

Jethro grins. “Should we place bets on who will find her first?”

“There’s no question about who’s going to find her first.” Kyro crosses his arms. “When was the last time you left your fancy city apartment and hunted like a beast?”

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