Page 28 of Destiny of the Dragons

“Picturing what I’m going to do to both of you.”

Smoke groaned.

Mia climbed onto Smoke and licked up his stomach. His muscles shivered underneath her, and his skin was warm and salty from sweat. She dragged her tongue up his chest, circling a nipple.

Smoke groaned again, lifting his hips up. Mia licked her way down his stomach until his breath was coming in fast, and she was wet again. She pulled Smoke’s cock into her mouth without build up, and got the payoff she wanted: Smoke shouted.

“Oh yes,” Jace said, plunging two fingers inside her.

Mia moaned. She wanted everything he would give her and more. Smoke cursed, and pumped his hips up into her. “I’m not going to be gentle if you don’t slow down,” Smoke warned.

Mia looked up at him, licking her tongue around him, and then sucked him harder.

“Mia,” Smoke said, sounding desperate.

Jace’s fingers thrust inside her, finding a spot inside her that made her squirm. She was hot all over again, ready to come even though she just had a mind blowing orgasm.

Mia gave herself over to the bliss of touching him, of being touched and the sounds of Jace stroking himself until Smoke’s cries became more guttural, and he thrust himself up into her mouth. She knew it the moment he and Jace were going to come and let herself go over the edge with them.

For a moment everything was just light and sound as pleasure spiked inside her, until her body relaxed.

She pulled off him, and lay on his chest. Jace lay next to her, tentatively arranging himself. Mia and Smoke held still.

Mia lightly touched Jace’s hair. “Okay?”

“Skin’s sensitive. But I want…” He trailed off, caressing her leg.

Mia nodded, nuzzling into Smoke’s chest. Smoke caressed her arm, trailing down her side and ending with tousling Jace’s hair. When he finished, he started back at her head and the motion made her sleepy.

She could lie here forever.

Maybe, if the gods and fate were kind, she could.

Jace’s skin was too tight. Yesterday he was sure he would burst out of his own skin, but today it was even worse.

Last night with Mia and Smoke had been better than he could have dreamed. He wasn’t sure if his mother had this type of connection with her Treasure, since she never showed physical affection to anyone but Alina, his second mother.

He wished they could have done more, but his skin hurt and his body ached. His last molting hadn’t been this this bad.

“What about this one?” Mia held up a tiny blue glass ball. He’d gone home with Smoke last night, not able to share a bed with Mia even to sleep. Mia had errands in the morning, including giving that slimy taxidermist his scale so she could keep Tikka, but after that they met up with her for an estate sale.

The internal fire inside him burned hotter than ever. If it didn’t release, he would simply go up in flames.

“Yes, jewel.” He tried to focus, but he was doing a piss poor job of it. He touched Mia’s shoulder, her hair, her arm for reassurance. She didn’t push him, though, or try to touch him back. Thank the gods for that at least. It was awful to tell her no.

Maybe he should try to have sex with Smoke tonight. Smoke wouldn’t be upset if Jace couldn’t handle it and wanted to stop right in the middle of things. He’d done it before.

Jace wandered through the old mansion. A wisp of magic tugged inside him, but he dismissed it. There were a few minor magical artifacts laying around, and he was extra sensitive.

The estate was a crumbling mansion, rumored to be haunted. He didn’t sense any ghosts in the area, just the echoes of emotions. The bitter old lady who was selling the house had left an impression.

Magic tugged at him again, harder at him.

Down a long, dark hallway was a gallery of pictures. Most of the portraits in the front were labeled for sale, expensive price tags hanging off the gilded frames.

Jace ignored those. The quarry he hunted was further back. He passed the portraits and into the wing of artwork. Most of it was expensive but lifeless—still life, sculptures, and some pottery pieces. But the object calling out to him was in the corner, covered in dust and decay.

Magic tingled over his skin. His senses went crazy for a moment, and he could taste the dust in the air, hear the sound of Mia’s heartbeat a room away. The small picture in the corner called out to him. He made his way over. The frame was painted over and the picture an unimpressive abstract. There was a small corner devoted to these pictures, and there were two more in the set. An artist was trying abstract art, and it wasn’t a good first few attempts.

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