Page 9 of Dragon Rivals of New York

His hands fall to her hips as he awkwardly sways. Finley wasn’t lying about his poor dance skills. But Sora doesn’t seem to mind. Probably because my hand is moving down now, into her skirt, under her blue silk panties.

My fingers slide easily along her wet center. “Oh sweet goddess, you’re drenched for us.”

Flames burn in Kyro’s eyes as his dragon nature comes to the surface. He tugs her a little closer, away from me, but withmy hand where it is, he just presses my wrist against his groin. Damn, he’s hung. He’s not bad to look at either. If he was any other man, I’d probably be happy about being mated to the same woman.

But he’s not any other man. The smoke huffing from his nose and the dangerous glare he’s giving me tells me he’s not at all happy about the placement of my hand.

I probably shouldn’t push him. But I’m not the type to back off. As I make slow circles around my mate’s clit, I slant my wrist so it presses more firmly against Kyro. He bares his teeth at me. But when Sora moans, letting us know she’s liking exactly what I’m giving her, Kyro huffs out a breath and doesn’t pull away. If our girl likes this angle, this pressure, that’s what she’ll get.

“Kiss me,” Sora says.

Kyro bends and slants his head, kissing her with a softness that surprises me. All I’ve ever seen from him is tension, grunts, and keeping his distance. This tenderness is shocking. And it fascinates me.

Sora’s body tenses, and I know she’s close. I've seen her come four times before—all on the same night. But the memory of how she looks, feels, moves when she climaxes is branded on my soul. I want so badly to dip my fingers inside her sweet cunt and feel her tighten around me, but I keep up whatI’m doing. Same pressure, same movement, giving her exactly what she needs.

Her trembling has my skin heating and my cock pulsing painfully against my jeans. But this isn't about me.

She pulls back from the kiss and tilts her head to bury her face in my neck as she comes undone.

Shaking, she slumps between us.

“Beautiful,” Kyro says with awe.

“Gorgeous,” I echo.

Chapter 5

Sora

Ican’tbelieveIjustdid that! Not that I did much. Jethro did most of the work while Kyro held me up. Two men! I just got off with two men!Who am I?

My parents would freak. They’re not the only ones. Pretty much everyone who knows me would never believe that “good little Sora” just got off with two men in public.

My body is still quivering, my face feels hot, and my legs are like cooked noodles. I’d probably fall over if Jethro and Kyro weren’t both holding me up.

“Water.” Kyro’s single word sentence makes me realize how thirsty I am. Finley and I danced for a good hour or more before the guys showed up, and after what just happened, I’m certainly dehydrated.

Jethro buttons the top button on my skirt, smooths down myshirt, and scoops me into his arms. He carries me off the dance floor, back to the table where Jeslyn, Midas, and the rest of the group are hanging out. Everyone except Finley and Cyrus. I glance around and find them on the dance floor, making out more than dancing.

A deep blush warms my skin despite what I just did on that same dance floor. I’m still not used to seeing such public displays of affection. A manic laugh bubbles from my chest, nervous embarrassment catching up to me now that some of the tension’s been released. I just did a lot more than a little public kissing.

What the hell was I thinking?

It was like they wove this magic spell over me and made the rest of the crowd disappear. Huh, do dragons have magic? I don’t think so, but maybe I should ask Finley.

I guess as of tomorrow, she’ll know for sure.

The wedding will happen in the late morning, and then they’ll all fly to some dragon temple for the ceremony that will turn Finley into a dragon. The priestess still hasn’t decided if she’ll allow me to come. It’s supposed to be dragons only.

If I mated Jethro—or Kyro, I guess—I could go. But since I haven’t chosen to do that, I’m on a wavering guest list that changes every day based on the current mood of the priestess.

Jethro sits down with me in his lap, and Kyro shows up out of nowhere, holding the biggest glass of water I’ve ever seen.

“Did you three have fun?” Jeslyn asks.

Is there an innuendo in her tone or is she honestly wondering? Can she tell how much fun we just had? Well, I had. I guess Kyro and Jethro didn’t have quite the same experience I did.

I should do something about that. Glancing around, I look for some place quiet where I can return the… shit, no. My therapist’s voice rings in my mind.

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