Page 23 of Forked Tongues Are Fun
Calhoun stood deeper in the shadows near the rear of the cage, his black clothes making him almost invisible. His fist was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, pumping furiously while he watched me work. And watching Vance work me since he’d slid my dress up past my hips with his tongue and held it there for the other two to see. Tavis leaned one arm against the side wall, watching us through the strands of his blue hair with bright, fevered eyes as he stroked his cock, too.
It was so fucking erotic what was happening here, but instead of distracting me, it sharpened my mind.
The key fit. A hidden lock popped up from the top with another keyhole, and yet another on the side. One of the keys fit, but after several seconds of twisting, it grew harder and kind of locked up on itself. With that key still plugged in, I tried another key in the hole next to it since some locks required two keys at once. After I turned it, that second key stuck tight. There was only one key hole left, the one I’d tried at the start, but with part of the locking mechanism that jutted out no longer attached and the two keys already inside, it might just work.
I plugged the third key in, turned it, and the lock sprang open.
And so did I. Every nerve that vibrated with the force of Vance’s probing, forked tongue snapped. I shuddered and cried out, my whole body his prisoner while he licked me through my second orgasm in as many minutes. Calhoun and Tavis groaned their releases right after me, great big shudders driving through them both.
When I came to my senses again, I unhooked the open lock, and the iron bars slid upward into the ceiling without a sound.
Tavis let out a soft laugh as he tucked himself back into his pants. “Well done, Yara.”
“Well done?” Calhoun zipped up his jeans and shook his head. “Try fucking amazing.”
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, his hard-on tenting the front of his pants,Vance pressed his tongue even harder to my still-quivering clit and then licked the come from my inner thighs before slithering his tongue back into his mouth. Then he gave me an almost fatal grin as the three of them stepped out of the cage, now free. “Did that help?”
I swallowed and nodded, smoothing my dress back into place. “Forked tongues are...fun,” I said for lack of a better word. “Let’s go.”
A sound to my right, like footsteps with a shuffling limp. A shadow moved at the very end of the hallway, a silhouette framed in the light of the office as it moved up the stairs. Then, that door closed.
“Two people came down here in front of me.” I swallowed. “Looks like only one is leaving.”
“Come on,” Calhoun growled and started in that direction.
“We’re not too late?” I asked, moving as quickly as I could in heels.
The wall sconces highlighted the dangerous set of Vance’s jaw. “It hasn’t started yet, but we need to move.”
The three shifters flanked me as we walked, Calhoun in front and Vance and Tavis at my sides, close enough that I could feel their heat curling over my skin. Vance pressed against the small of my back as if to move me along faster even though I walked half a step in front of him. The light touch shocked the air from my lungs, shoved its tingling heat through to my belly button and sank lower.
“Damn it,” I said, almost tempted to twist out of his reach. But he felt too good. “Your tongue wasn’t enough, was it?”
He slid his pale gaze toward me. “Dragon fire requires actual fucking.”
The way he said it, so raw and gravelly, as well as zero intent to hide his obvious need bulging his jeans made me grind my teeth together. There was no time. First Asa’s life, then I would worry about mine, and it would have to be soon in case something happened to Vance. Or me. We were just minutes away from facing off with the whole dragon shifter population on a rooftop, after all.
“Don’t worry,” he said, seeming to sense that I was doing just that. “We don’t plan on getting kidnapped again.”
“You won’t,” I promised, my voice as solemn as I’d ever heard it. Because I didn’t plan on letting them. I needed all three of them, not just Vance, and not just to keep me alive. Somehow, we were fighting on the same side, and if it meant saving Asa, I wasn’t about to change that.
As we climbed the steps, I glanced down the stretch of the narrow stone hallway to the left. Which dragon shifter had made it out of here alive—Oliver or the one who’d shot him?
A loud squeak and crash came from the room in front of us, pausing our next steps. I held my breath, listening, and fought back the urge to run full speed ahead. We didn’t have time for stopping at weird noises. We needed to go, and go now.
After several moments of silence, we continued upward. Calhoun, sticking to the shadows of the dungeon, peered into the office. Seeming satisfied, he waved us on. I blinked into the brightness, noting that two chairs at the table had been knocked over and the office door stood wide open. We were alone in here, or at least it looked that way.
Without a word, Calhoun nodded us toward the door, and the four of us slipped out on silent feet. Tinkling music from where the main party had been wafted behind us as we shot toward a bank of elevators at the very end of the hall. Other than the music, the first floor felt abandoned, the murmur of voices, clinking glasses, and the whisper of expensive fabrics all gone. Everyone was on top of the building, waiting for the slaughter.
My movements felt jerky and rubbery as my legs barely carried me into the opening elevator. I’d come all this way over the past month that Asa had been missing, found every single key that had led me here, had even seen him, but I still felt miles away. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
“Tell me about the ritual,” I said when the doors closed after us, unable to recognize my own voice since it was shaking so badly. “What do I need to know?”
Calhoun hit a button with the letter R on it, for rooftop, I guessed.“At the beginning, there’s some pomp and circumstance. That’s what they’re doing now, just a bunch of formal shit. Blowing each other’s horns and blasting those shifters some find lacking for whatever petty reason.”
“Then they call up the goddess...” Tavis said.
Vance nodded and pressed his palm to my back again. Underneath the spark of desire he ignited, his comforting touch helped to stop the rattle of my spine. “Offer her the sacrifices...”
