Page 73 of Dragon Rivals of New York

Jethro’s cock brushes my entrance, and that’s when I remember what he told me during Finley’s transformation.

Sometimes they have to orgasm in the pool.

There’s no working up to it, no hesitation or easingin. In barely a heartbeat, Jethro pulls me all the way down onto his hard length until he’s seated deep inside. A moan builds in my throat with nowhere to go. My lungs ache with the need to breathe.

I’ve always been good at holding my breath, but I’m starting to see spots at the back of my closed eyes. It’s too much, and somehow not enough.

An orgasm seems impossible with my head spinning and my lungs burning, but I can’t resist him. Ever. I tried. For a whole year, I tried to deny what’s between us, and it didn’t work. He’s mine, and I’m his. Have been since the first moment I saw him.

I pull him closer, rubbing up against him as he thrusts. He feels soright. Even now, even here. The silky liquid wraps around us like a cocoon. Our own little bubble.

Kyro puts pressure on my back entrance, a burning sensation that quickly turns to pleasure as Jethro works me up. Kyro’s hands cup my breasts from behind, kneading and tweaking.

He was a surprise I never expected or asked for, but he’s the perfect addition, exactly what I didn’t know I needed. I think we’re what he needs too.

My mates move in and out, taking me from both sides, making me theirs. They fill me so completely I feel as if I might burst, every cell tight with pleasure. Unable to moan, I bitemy cheeks.

Their hands slip along my skin as they work my body in a perfect rhythm. Heat seeps out from my core to my extremities. My toes curl. My thighs clench. My head spins, dizzying spots of light flashing across my eyelids.

Faster than I’ve ever experienced, I’m right there, on the edge.

The need to breathe adds a desperation to the pleasure climbing inside me. Like a firework, I explode. My mates clench and shake along with me. Unable to hold back, I open my mouth and gasp at the intensity of the orgasm that washes over me.

Liquid floods my mouth, but it doesn’t choke me. It overflows and expands within me until my body erupts. Scales. Claws. Teeth. Wings. All bursting out of me in one harrowing instant.

A rumbling vibration shakes both my mate’s scaly chests and sends a pulse straight down to my clit. They change with me, still hard inside me, neither letting up their thrusts. They slam their hips forward with more force, propelling us up with the movement, wings flapping behind them.

Lightheaded, but euphoric, I suck in air as my long neck breaks the surface, but we don’t leave the pool and we don’t stop, too lost in rapture.

I rub myself against them, letting them know what I want,desperate to know what it feels like to come in this new form. They mount me with a wild animal ferocity. Claws digging into scales, Jethro bites my right shoulder and Kyro bites the left. With their wings thrashing and their mouths locked onto me, they use that leverage to hump and grind and fuck me senseless. They’re not gentle. They’re beasts. And now I’m strong enough to take it.

Fire bursts from my mouth when I come, and they growl as they fill me again.

It’s only once they change the rhythmic beat of their wings and we all three lift a few feet to land on the side of the pool, that I realize we’re not alone. Puddles of our success drip onto the temple floor. Gold and silver.

Every head is turned toward us. Every noise hushed. The pool has changed, swirls of silver mix with the gold. A dragon steps forward, gritting his teeth, but another holds out its wing to stop him. They share a look I can’t interpret.

I don’t wait for them to decide whether they’ll attack us or not, I huff in air, then throw hot flames across the room, roaring my announcement to all of them. It’s done. I’m a dragon. And I’m not giving up my mates.

Just then there’s a screeching roar from outside the temple. When I look between the pillars to the open sky beyond I see a cohort of dragons flying towards us. Dragon’s I recognize.Finley and Cyrus. Midas and Jeslyn. Adrianna. All of the two hordes swarm forward.

The dragon’s in front of us growl, but one roars louder than the other, and then they're flying, racing out of the temple. Unexpectedly, away from our friends charging the scene. Guess they figured since they already failed to stop us there’s no reason to fight and risk injuring or hurting their own.

But I get the impression they won’t sit on their hands as my newly formed, combined horde grows big enough to challenge their power.

Gracefully, Midas and Jeslyn swoop through the temple entrance and land, shifting into their human forms. They both still carry the tattoos that mark them as royalty.

“Are you okay?” Jesyln asks, craning her neck to look up at me in my dragon form.

I’m a dragon. An actual fuckingdragon!

Not ready to shift back yet—and not sure how—I blow a puff of smoke and smile while nodding my head.

Adrianna lands a moment later, her skin bare. She looks down at herself, and a myriad of emotions flit across her face. But the most prominent seems to be something like relief. She smiles in a way I’ve never seen her smile before. Kyro gives her an equally goofy dragon grin.

Jethro shifts first, asking what I want to know. “How did you all…?”

“We had scouts watching the temple. They saw the fireworks, so we knew something was up and came to help,” Jeslyn says. “Seems you didn’t need it though.”

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