Page 18 of Destiny of the Dragons

Jace shrugged. His magic was an uncomfortable heat inside his chest, but being around Mia helped. He didn’t put faith in a lot of things, but he wasn’t wrong about this.

“We have plenty of time.” Jace rubbed his chest. “We can take it as slowly as Mia wants.”

“That’s not the problem,” Smoke said, giving him a sideways glance. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Jace grimaced. “Don’t change the subject. What’s the problem then?”

Smoke gestured with his hand and let out a grunt. “She’s asking us silent questions I don’t understand.”

Jace watched the city skyline go by. “We just have to show her we’re sincere. She probably thinks we just want to have a good time.”

Smoke nodded.

Of course, the idea of good times with Mia sent all the blood straight to his cock. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her, taste her, make her squeal and writhe underneath him. Between him and Smoke.

Mia wasn’t a dragon, she hadn’t been raised by multiple parents. He had to remember that she had one father and one mother.

Jace’s mother was the Matriarch of their clan, and her Treasure was massive. It was a status symbol for her, as well as a way to consolidate power. In addition to the Matriarch that gave birth to him, he had two other mothers, and three fathers.

“We should tell her about dragon life. She might understand better.”

Smoke’s face went blank, which was as close to a sour look as he would get.

“You don’t have to talk about your family.” Jace didn’t blame Smoke. If his family had hung him out to dry like Smoke’s did, he would be furious too.

Jace didn’t like the games his clan played, but he understood them. When he amassed his fortune, and had maybe two more moltings, he would be powerful enough to take his place at his clan.

Building a Treasure hadn’t been part of Jace’s plan, but now Smoke and Mia were indispensable.

“Don’t worry.” Jace patted the other dragon’s arm. “We’ll figure it out.”

He would show up on his clan’s doorstep, Mia and Smoke at his back, and prove once and for all he deserved his place at the top.

Mia paced her apartment. She was ready for her date too early and now she had nothing to do but think.

It hadn’t been a good day. Her dead man’s hand was in the process of curing in a small jar in her closet, and she’d skipped lunch because of it. As a blood witch, she should be used to body parts, but the whole thing made her squeamish.

She told Charlotte about her griffin. Charlotte said she would check, but there was no way they could come up with that sort of money.

She didn’t tell her mother. Common sense said her mother would want her to be more powerful.

But Mia thought about all the times she rescued a kitten or puppy, only to have it go missing or given away. There had been only one pet, years ago, because the vampire who thought himself a family friend intervened.

Her mother didn’t like competition for her attention. Her mother would say Mia was lying about the griffin being her familiar.

While Mia was out, she got Tikka a kitty litter box and some toys. She didn’t think the kitty food would sit well, so after checking the Internet, she decided raw meat would be a good starting point.

Mia almost texted Jace to ask what she should wear, but decided against it. He would probably tell her to wear whatever she wanted or make an innuendo.

Her skin was already tingling all over. She usually had better control over her libido, but ever since she met them, half of her brain was running X-rated fantasies at all times.

Mia almost wore pants, but at the last minute gave in to what she secretly wanted. She didn’t do a lot of things for herself, and something about dating two hot dragons at the same time felt indulgent, like she decided to have dark chocolate for dinner.

Sensible Mia would wear jeans with a pretty blouse and jacket, but she wanted something more than practical tonight. She wanted to feel sexy. Appreciated. Cherished.

Mia squashed the feelings. It was just a date. Wanting more from Jace and Smoke except a fun time, and maybe hot sex, would only get her heart broken.

She wasn’t good at relationships. She could never seem to open herself up enough to the other person’s liking, and they sensed her keeping a part of herself tucked away.

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