Page 7 of Forked Tongues Are Fun
Another knock.
How had they found me? Had they traced the watch or could they smell the dragon fire consuming my blood? Maybe both, because I sensed something else out there with them, a mirror image of the horny beast clawing inside of me. I didn’t know exactly how I knew that, but their behavior at their house had hinted at it, a sort of sexual urgency, a raw need that only someone named Mack could fix. My vacuum, or more accurately the owner of the vacuum. Me. I still didn’t really understand that whole thing.
Sex with dragon shifters... I hated their kind, wanted to kill every last one of them for thinking it was okay to steal human children off the street.
Still, though... I pressed myself against the doorframe, rubbing myself against the smooth wood for some kind of relief, my gaze trained on the front door. I should go answer it. Then, problem solved. Unless they killed me. But I was dying anyway because of the dragon fire. Maybe they could help tame the beast inside me long enough for me to escape them. I was fucking the wall for heaven’s sake. That was never a good sign in any situation.
I wrenched myself away from it and prowled toward the front door. The three shifters on the other side consumed my thoughts with their individual beauty and lit me up all over again. My body fevered. My breasts grew heavy with want. The ache between my legs throbbed. Yes, I was completely naked and about to open my front door, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered wasfucking, just enough to clear my head so I could find Asa.
I opened the door.
Chapter Three
Three pairs of eyesmet mine, lust-filled and hungry and demanding. They tracked lower, their gazes like a hot caress down the length of my naked body.
My breaths came short and fast while I ground my thighs together. “Please,” I begged. “It...it’s the dragon fire.”
The dragon shifter with pale eyes and even paler hair came closer, close enough so I could see the scruff of facial hair around his strong jaw, close enough for his white flannel to drag along my peaked nipples. His body heat sank into me, and when he reached out to cradle the back of my neck, I melted into his touch, panting.
“You took something from us,” he said, his lips grazing mine.
I went to crush my mouth to his, but his fingers tightened into a fist around my hair, holding my head in place. The rest of my body bowed toward him, my hips seeking his, and found that he was already hard behind his jeans. His pale eyes flamed as I rubbed up against him.
“I’ll give it back. I promise,” I said. “Just please...come inside.”
Next to him, his heated gaze never leaving my face, Calhoun lifted his hand and thumbed my lower lip. “Fitting choice of words, sweetheart.”
On the pale shifter’s other side, Tavis, who somehow wore a yellow T-shirt with a blue pineapple on it when he’d been shirtless before and his house had burned down less than an hour ago, touched my bare shoulder. His bright blue eyes filled with wonder as he sparked a shiver down my whole arm. “Sorry about your vacuum, but I bet Isbon employees get amazing discounts.” He winked. “Right?”
I sagged, too overwhelmed that the three of them were here, too filled with the potent mix of dragon fire that was slowly killing me.
But the three of them caught me before I dropped. With the pale shifter’s hand still fisted in my hair, they pushed me backward into my apartment and slammed the door behind them. I should’ve been terrified, but I couldn’t feel anything else through my desire.
That...and my inability to keep my feet underneath me, to keep my eyes open...
“She’s fading,” Calhoun said, his voice tense.
