Page 25 of The Dragon Sacrifice

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Stenton had a lot of pacing to do before his cock would leave him alone. It was so rock hard after his moment with Seela he wondered if it would ever calm down.

It did eventually, thank the dragon gods, but his longing for her did not. Seela was everything, the full package. It didn’t hurt that he and his brothers been alone and celibate for about a hundred years. He was pretty sure he’d fall on a page boy in a dress at this rate.

But no, it wasn’t just that. Seela was kind, and she was smart. She’d charged into battle with a rusty old sword and a fiery conviction. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen with her dark hair, voluptuous figure, and luminous eyes.

And she’d made out with his brother.

Stenton had known this would be a problem. There was one of her and three of them. They’d never managed to save the sacrifice. Yet now that they had, all three of them were bound to want her. Even if she couldn’t break the curse, how nice would it be to have a woman like that warm his bed for the rest of his days? If he could have her, he wouldn’t even miss flying.

But could he have her?

Langdon had been the first to kiss her, true. But before the curse and subsequent seclusion, Stenton had been the ladies’ man. He’d bedded more women at court than both his brothers combined. Not that that mattered. If he had Seela, he’d never need another woman again.

But what was he doing? His brother was gravely ill, and they were all about to be killed by beasts. It was likely none of them would bed Seela. They’d all die, drained to death by those monsters.

Yet, he couldn’t take his mind off her. Those curves. Those lips. He had smelled her arousal, her pussy nearly drenched for him. Then she’d brought up Langdon.

Speaking of which, his older brother was striding toward him, the glowing cave walls lighting up as Langdon approached.

“How is he?” Stenton asked.

Langdon rubbed a hand over his tired eyes. “Better, but not out of the woods. Seela saved his life, you know. Neither one of us knows enough about herbal medicine.”

“It’s a good thing she’s here,” Stenton said tightly. He eyed Langdon. “Don’t you agree?”

“Of course I agree. She’s the best thing that’s happened to us since being cursed.”

Stenton raised an eyebrow. “Is she?”

“Yes. What’s your problem, anyway? Why the twenty questions? And why do you smell like wine and sex?”

“No sex, though she was plenty turned on,” Stenton said slyly. “Though I hear more than one of us has had the honor of wetting Mistress Seela’s undergarments.”

Langdon’s eyes went wide. “She told you?”

Stenton nodded. “Just as I was about to make my move.”

A bright laugh burst from Langdon’s mouth. “Ouch. That must’ve hurt.”

“It did, you bastard. How did you manage it?”

Langdon’s smile was a mile wide. “She practically fell into my arms. I’d like to try that again soon.”

Stenton put a hand out, pressing against Langdon’s chest. Langdon glanced down at it, his eyes darkening. Stenton’s voice was crisp and clear. “Let’s get one thing straight. We all get an equal shot here. No dirty tricks. No talking bad about the other brothers. Let her decide.”

Langdon slowly removed Stenton’s hand. “You think Jerrard would like a go?”

Stenton scoffed. “Have you seen her?”

Langdon nodded in agreement, then held up a finger. “Though, by birthright, I am the firstborn.”

“That nonsense died when our kind did. Along with our fortune and our ability to shift.”

A slow burn of anger was building in Langdon; Stenton could smell it.

Langdon continued. “Though, we have to acknowledge that she could break the curse for one of us. There’s more at stake here than Seela’s sweet pussy.”

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