Page 23 of Dragon Rivals of New York

I pull her hips back and gently kick the inside of her ankles. She understands and steps wide. Her hands land on Jethro’s bare thighs. He cups her face and kisses her. I give myself a few slow strokes. Her butt clenches like she’s trying to get some friction by squeezing her thighs together, but can’t because her legs are spread.

I drag a rough palm over the smooth skin of her backside, and she tenses more under my touch. Bending, I kiss the curve of her back. “Relax, Ara’ha.”

Cock in hand, I direct the tip to her entrance, flinching back when I accidentally brush against Jethro’s fingers, rubbing her clit. He breaks their kiss just long enough to smirk at me over her shoulder, as if to ask, “What are you going to do about it?”

He’s not scaring me off that easy. I go to grab his wrist and pull his hand away, but Sora whimpers, “Don’t stop. I’m… close…”

Fuck. Okay, fine. With my eyes locked on Jethro, a dare, a challenge, I press myself inside Sora. Just the tip at first, because, fuck, just that is enough to almost set me off. I breathe through my nose, hot smoke puffing in the air. I’ve never had great control over my dragon side while worked up.

Jethro keeps polishing her clit with tight little circles and the same pressure and speed that she likes. I push in a little deeper, her wet heat choking my cock so well. It’s a tight fit. So tight. And it feels so good.

The only thing that keeps me from going off is Jethro’s annoyingly handsome, cocky smirk. Keeping my eyes on him, I pull out just a little, then push in. Her grip on his thighs tightens. I do it again, pulling out less and pushing in more. A consistent rhythm and force.

Jethro keeps his wrist back and his fingertips right at her clit, not touching me, but there’s something in his eyes that makesme wonder if he’ll keep that up. I silently dare him to try anything. My muscles clench, working hard to hold back.

Think of something else. Think of Jethro. His cocky smile spreads. He licks his lips. I can almost feel the phantom of his touch on my cock, even though I know he hasn’t changed what he’s doing, hasn’t touched me.

Not working. Not working. Fuck, this is good. A moan escapes me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Sora chants. “That’s… Oh!” She throws her head back and gasps, clenching.

Fuck, she’s gonna send me over the edge. I slow my thrusts as Jethro slows his strokes. She shakes, trembles, relaxes. Jethro’s fingers leave her clit to trail down the length of my cock that isn't buried inside Sora, never breaking eye contact. I groan when he cups my balls exactly the way I like.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“Do you want me to come?” I snap.

He pulls his hand away. “Not yet. I think we should fill our girl together. What do you say?” He turns his attention to her, palming her cheek and gently kissing her forehead.

She’s panting heavily as she slumps and rests her forehead on his. She’s shaking like a leaf, unable to hold herself up,exhausted, adrenaline crashing after the run through the woods and that orgasm.

Picking up on the same thing I am, Jethro pushes her back to study her. I can’t see her expression, but he gives his head a little shake. I pull out.

“No,” Sora says, twisting away from Jethro to look at me, but the expression on her face isn’t eager desire anymore. It’s guilt.

“You’ve both made me come twice now without coming yourselves. I can’t let you… it’s not fair.”

“Love isn’t about fairness, lovely,” Jethro says, and for once I couldn’t agree more with the man.

He hops off the log.

“No. I’ll never be able to relax if you don’t finish. I want this, I do, I just… need a minute to recover. Is… is that alright?” Her eyes drop to her hands.

“I’m happy to finish Kyro off for you, if you want, lovely,” Jethro grins, distracting her from the shame she shouldn’t be feeling.

I scowl at him, but when I see Sora’s expression lighten a little, I frown and brush her tangled hair out of her face. “You have every right to your body and to ask for what it needs.”

“My body likes the idea of Kyro’s mouth on me,” Jethro says.

Without looking, I punch him in the gut. To my annoyance, it comes off more playful than anything, and he laughs. So does Sora, which makes a smile threaten my own lips.

“I’ll fly,” Jethro says. “You can ride with our girl this time.”

He transforms before I can protest, though I’m not sure why I would, other than to just be argumentative. I like the idea of holding my mate right now.

I’m still painfully hard, but I’ll survive waiting a little longer to fill her. Even without finishing, that was the most erotic experience of my life. I’ll be getting off to that memory plenty in the future.

Rather than letting Sora climb onto Jethro’s back, I scoop her into my arms bridal style. She doesn’t protest. Her eyes are already half closed and her body is trembling from more than just the light chill in the air.

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