Page 22 of Forked Tongues Are Fun
I waved them in the air. “Got ‘em.”
“Good girl,” he purred and grinned, one that curled deep inside me.
Forcing my desire down,I fumbled with the keys and jammed one in the padlock. “My brother. He’s here. He’s locked in a birdcage and is about to be sacrificed.”
Tavis nodded. “We can help you.”
I glanced up at them gratefully while I attempted to turn the key. It wouldn’t budge, so I tried the second and then the third. “I thought you were dead.”
“Same.” Tavis rubbed the blue pineapple on his shirt. “We were out of our minds with worry about you.”
Vance nodded toward my fourth attempt with the keys. “I don’t think it’s a regular lock.”
“Of course it isn’t.” The backs of my eyes burned with frustration as I took the lock in my fist and slammed it down on the wall again and again. Because obviously that would help. I had my Titanosaur taped to my thigh, but everything here was made of iron, a hard metal that would take too damn long. “D’oh se alapa.”
But the door-opening spell didn’t work either.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed. “I’ll have to come back for you. The full-moon ritual is going to start any minute.”
“Yara, wait,” Vance said when I started to turn away. “We can help you. Three dragon shifters at your back is better than none at all. You can’t just go up there alone.”
I turned back, not bothering to wipe the tears streaming down my cheeks. “Upthere?”
Tavis nodded, his blue hair shadowed darker inside the cage. “The rooftop. That’s where the ritual will be.”
They could get me there. They could help me get Asa, cause a distraction, something. Vance was right—there was strength in numbers, and I’d have them if it weren’t for this stupid lock.
“Yara, talk to me. You’re a thief, right?” Vance said without any judgement. “Surely you’ve come upon complicated locks before.”
“Yes.” I took a breath, attempting to calm my frayed nerves and tame my sexual beast so I could think. “I’ve never met a lock I couldn’t open. Ever. This one’s a puzzle lock. I just have to figure it out.”
“You have time,” Calhoun said, the dark velvet in his voice like a calming whisper over my skin. “We can feel the pull of the moon, but it’s not time yet.”
I licked my lips, fighting back a moan while I crushed my thighs together. My desire for them was painful, scattering all thoughts except having Vance inside me and putting my dragon fire out. And then I could start on the other two again. First, though, I needed Vance to save my life.
“Step back. Please. You’re making it hard to concentrate.” I sagged against the wall with a loud, desperate groan. My inhibitions all completely burned out with desperation, I hiked up my dress and shoved my hand between my legs.
“She’s fading,” Tavis hissed.
I wanted to stop. I needed my hands to solve the puzzle lock, both of them, and fast. “Please...”
“What the hell do we do?” Calhoun demanded through my lust-filled haze. “Our dicks aren’t long enough to fuck her way over there while she works on the lock.”
“Our dicks aren’t. But our dragon tongues are.” With a suggestive lift to his eyebrow, Vance pressed in close to the bars and stuck out his tongue. Human at first, but then it shifted, grew longer to about seven feet, and forked at the end. It slipped between the bars toward my heels and brushed against my leg, smooth and hot and wet, triggering a full-body shiver when it stroked higher up my inner thigh where it quickly explored all the gadgets there. Then, flicking my hand away, it took my fingers’ place. It curled and licked up inside of me, tasting me in quick bursts while the second forked part spiraled around my clit in tight, fast circles.
“Nice thinking,” Calhoun rasped. “Real nice thinking.”
Tavis quirked up a corner of his mouth while he stared intently at what Vance was doing to me. “Just don’t touch your tongue to the iron bars by mistake, dude.”
Suddenly, I cried out, my orgasm slamming into me hard, Vance’s tongue unrelenting even after I started to come down off that epic high. My head cleared enough to focus, and I blinked down at the keys and the lock. While he continued to lick and suck and lift my dress higher, and I spread my legs wider and squirmed against him, I studied the design and how the pieces might fit together. I could do this.
“I can do this,” I announced.
Calhoun, rubbing himself hard through his black jeans while he watched me writhe, growled low in his throat. “I had no doubt.”
Smiling, I flipped one of the keys around, and inside the part where you normally held a key between your thumb and forefinger, it was shaped into a square. A long metal part jutted from the bottom of the padlock, a solid square shape. The square part at the end of the key fit snugly onto it, and I twisted it, which loosened the jutting part enough so it screwed off from the rest of the padlock. Inside the screwed off part, I found another keyhole, and based on its shape, I chose another key that looked like it would fit inside.
Part of Vance’s forked tongue slid backward, teasing, testing me, flicking kisses toward my asshole while the other part still explored my pussy. Then he sank into my second hole, too. A soft cry parted my lips while he teetered me to the edge of another explosive orgasm.
