Backstage at the Freak Show (Harem of Freaks #7) - Crystal Ash Page 0,30

soaking up the affection. “It was good to catch up with Luca. I missed my loves, though.” He grabbed Hunter’s hair in his fist, hard enough to make the wolf whimper slightly, before kissing him hard and aggressively. “Sorry to take off like that. I just had a very narrow window of when I could see him.”

“It’s okay.” Hunter was panting slightly from the kiss, golden eyes sliding over toward me. “Mel made me understand.”

I grinned at them together, my chest buzzing with love at their connection. Perhaps it was a shifter or scent thing, but they seemed so in tune with each other’s smallest shifts in emotions.

The sly grin returned to Raz’s face as he lifted the hem of his shirt. “Look what I got done.”

He pulled the shirt all the way off, tattooed flesh already golden with a light tan. My eyes traveled over the designs, hunting for a new addition to the art on his body. It took a good several seconds before I spotted it.

“You pierced your nipples!” I said, already salivating at the new metal bars on his chest.

“They look good, don’t they?” He looked down, turning from side to side like a woman checking out her cleavage.

“You always look good,” Hunter growled softly, leaning in to kiss him again.

“What, steluta, you don’t want to be in the middle of this?” Raz grinned lazily, spreading his hand behind him on the ground as Hunter peppered kisses on him.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” I stretched out on my side, propping my head on my elbow. “I just love watching you two.”

My dragon let out a pleased hum at that, catching Hunter’s jaw in his hand to kiss our wolf again. I clamped my thighs together in a futile attempt to stave off the friction that my body craved. But it was no use, watching my two shifter lovers kiss and touch with abandon. It was only us out here, no one to judge based on sexuality or shifter species.

Hunter resumed the path he started kissing down Raz’s neck. The dragon shifter caressed his face, pushing his pale hair back as the kisses moved down his chest. He let out a groan as Hunter’s mouth covered one of his freshly-pierced nipples.

“Does that hurt?” Hunter glanced up at him.

“No,” Raz grunted. “Feels fucking good. Should’ve pricked those ages ago. Don’t stop.”

With a grin, Hunter’s tongue flicked out to move the metal bar through the sensitive bud. He looked over at me with those golden eyes, and I had to check myself for visible drool.

“You should play with the other one, beautiful. It’s fun.”

Raz sucked his lip between his teeth as a grin threatened to split my face. “Don’t mind if I do.”

I scooted over to sit next to Raz, first losing myself in his grey, lust-filled eyes. “Hi, my handsome dragon.”

“Fucking kiss me, my sexy wife,” he moaned with a lopsided grin.

Our lips crashed together, the heat of fire within him filling my mouth and drenching my core. His split tongue fluttered around mine, always such an odd but addicting sensation. By the time my kisses fell to his neck and started down his chest, Hunter was already at his navel.

“God.” Raz’s head rolled back on his neck. “You two, just…fuck.”

“Mm-hm,” I agreed with a light tug of his nipple bar between my teeth.

His tattooed hand ran along my side, then underneath to grope my breasts. “Would you get some piercings here for me to play with?”

“Nope.” I looked up at him with my cheek on his abs. “Not in a million years. Pain is your thing, fire boy.”

“Fine,” he chuckled. “Your nipples are perfect as they are, anyway.”

I kept my kisses at his chest and neck level, giving into hungry clasps of his mouth on mine when he begged for it. That split tongue would undo me if I let it, a seductive serpent flicking out for a taste. If I didn't keep my head on straight, I'd stand up and let that flexible muscle work my clit into a greedy frenzy of orgasms. But it wasn't all about me. Right now, I wanted to assist two of my men in enjoying each other.

Raz let out a heavy groan the moment Hunter freed his cock, heat lighting up in my dragon's throat with his desire. Soft wisps of smoke escaped his lips and nostrils as our wolf lover wrapped his mouth around him, tongue flicking over the metal balls piercing the flared edge of Raz's