Page 33 of Heavy is the Crown
“She’s so wet, so ready to be fucked,” he groans as he strokes my folds, before circling my clit. The moan that leaves my mouth is nothing short of needy, and I push my hips forward, demanding more. Drago chuckles as he pushes two fingers into me, playing those cool rings against my warm core. “She’s tight. So fucking tight. Can you imagine how it would feel to fuck her together?”
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper. The thought makes me gush, and I feel my arousal dripping down my leg.
Drago groans, “I think she likes that idea.” His cock is rock hard against my ass as he pulls his fingers out of me and offers them to Shadow.
Shadow hesitates for only a moment before leaning forward and sucking those ringed fingers into his mouth. Shadow’s eyes stay locked on Drago’s as he cleans them.
Drago removes his fingers from Shadow’s mouth with a pop before pushing them back into me, making my eyes roll back into my head. “Shit,” I mutter as I start to fuck his fingers. Drago nuzzles my neck, teeth scraping the soft skin. “Yes, Drago.Please. Please.” I’m not sure what I’m begging for, but I know I’m about to come with the image of Shadow sucking my arousal from Drago’s fingers playing on repeat in my brain.
Shadow steps forward suddenly, and I stare at him in surprise, almost daring to hope. Then he says, “I’ll go with her,” before yanking me from Drago’s hold, those thick fingers slipping from me, and shoving me out the bedroom door. I can hear Drago laughing as Shadow continues to push me down the hallway.
Shadow
Ava whirls on me as soon as we are into the hallway. “Seriously?!” Her face is flushed and she’s breathing heavily.
I shrug. “You want to go to work, right? So, let's go.”
She glares at me, her eyes shooting daggers. Her peaked nipples are still on display, and her taste still coats my tongue, making my mouth water.
Mate. Mate. Mate!my dragon screams in my mind.Take her, it demands.
“I wasn’t finished,” she hisses.
“Yes. You were,” I growl, grinding my teeth together.
She backs herself up against the wall, pulling back the panel of her skirt and shoving her hand down her panties. “No, I wasn’t. But I’ll finish now.” She begins to stroke herself, resting her head on the wall behind us, those pink lips parted. “Fuck, he made me so wet. I can only imagine how it would feel to have those piercings sliding home into me.” I can tell her fingers pick up speed, and her scent invades the room. My hands shake from tension. “And watching you suck his fingers? I almost came just from that.”
I close my eyes, trying to avoid taking a deep breath. Avoid seeing or smelling any more of her because my ability to hold myself back is waning.
“Open your eyes,” she commands. And gods help me, I do. “Watch me come on my fingers while thinking about Drago fucking me . . . while I think aboutyoufucking me.”
I lock eyes with her silver ones, as though she has me under a spell. I can’t look away, can’t stop my dick from hardening to a painful degree. My own hand is inching toward it to relieve pressure.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screams as she fucks her own hand, her skin flushing. Her breathing is heavy as she rides her release out before finally removing her hand from her panties. She walks toward me and shoves those fingers into my mouth without hesitation. Desperate for another taste, I don't fight it.
She gives me a long, wicked smile, as I swirl my tongue around and around, refusing to leave even a drop. “Good boy. Now, we can leave.” She rips her fingers out of my mouth, eliciting a small, tiny whine from me.
She knows what she is doing to me, and I can only accept the punishment. Letting my magic out, I open a portal to Ava’s office, and she smiles at me once more before throwing her middle finger up at me and stepping into her office. I curse, adjusting my thick cock in my pants, willing it to go back down. But with her taste still in my mouth, it’s refusing to behave.
If you would fuck her, we wouldn’t be in this mess, my dragon growls.
Because of my dragon arguing with me, I don’t notice that something is off until a foreign scent hits me as we step into her office. Rage clouds my vision as I see a man sitting behind Ava’s desk, legs propped up on it and looking utterly at ease. His dirty-blond hair is shaved short on the sides, longer on top. He looks like a frat boy who lost his way leaving the club. But under that appearance is something dark that has me on edge. His silvereyes track us both, like a predator stalking its prey. His fingers play across a switch blade that he keeps opening and closing.
He has silver eyes, my dragon growls.
Ava lets out a gasp, raising a hand to her mouth reflexively. A mix of emotions pour from her, moving between grief, happiness, anxiety, and fear before I can even register what my dragon is saying. Her fear is tangy on my tongue, a taste I haven’t had since the prison. My dragon raises its head, and I know my eyes go gold as the flames encircle my hands and stretch up my arms.
Stepping up, I move in front of Ava, placing myself between her and the stranger and edging her back toward the portal still glowing behind us. I order her over my shoulder, “Ava, run.” My voice is more animal than human when I address the stranger. “Who are you?”
He looks at me as he continues to play with his blade, before standing up and adjusting his leather jacket. When he makes a move to step around the desk, I growl again.
“Take another step near mymate,and I’ll rip you apart.”
He stops only to put his blade away, while glancing around my body toward Ava. “Really, Ava? Another shifter? Is this why you threw your temper tantrum and ran away? Because you wanted to play with two dragons?” I don’t allow my confusion to show, don’t allow him to know he has the upper hand in information. The man pulls a cigarette out before leaning against her desk. He tilts his head to the side, assessing us. “Your magic is dangerously low.”
Ava is vibrating behind me, her fear slowly being replaced by anger, but her small hand clutching my shirt has me continuing to try to edge us back, regardless of her shift in emotion. I’m barely hanging on, my dragon demanding I rip him apart. Ava must feel it because she lets out a breath and moves up next to me.
“Hello, brother.”
