The (Not) Satisfied Dragon - Colette Rhodes Page 0,50

restlessly, that achy feeling between my legs back with a vengeance.

“Are you going to spread those pretty legs for Seff or would you like Hiram and Levi to help you?” Ezra asked smoothly, his voice sliding over me like water.

“Help me,” I rasped, my voice embarrassingly breathy. I wasn’t sure I had the confidence to do it on my own.

Without further encouragement, they each wrapped a hand underneath a knee and pried my legs apart. My nightgown rode up and the rush of cool air over my core made my hips buck, even as my face burned at the exposed position I was in.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Levi growled. “You are perfection.”

Before I could formulate a response, Seff’s head was in between my legs, his hot breath somewhere I never expected to feel anyone’s breath on before. Oh my. His tongue flicked out, swiping confidently through my folds, and my eyes rolled back into my skull.

I didn’t even entirely know what was happening, but his tongue was strong and wet, both soothing the ache between my legs and making it worse at the same time.

Seff’s strong hands ran up and down the inside of my thighs, pinning my legs open so he could explore at his leisure. It wasn’t enough; I needed pressure. I needed something. I tried to organize my garbled thoughts into words, but before I could, Seff stiffened his tongue and flicked hard against something that made my midsection contract and my vision go white at the edges.

“Gods, what is that?” I choked out, thrusting my pelvis shamelessly in his face, encouraging him to keep doing whatever he was doing to that magical place he’d discovered. It was like when I’d found relief on his lap, but ten times more potent.

“That, babe, is your clit,” Hiram responded, sounding cheerful. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it, I imagine it’s a part of your body we’ll all want to spend lots of time with.”

“Whenever you want,” I rasped, reaching up behind me and digging my nails into Oren’s biceps. “Well, not you,” I added, glancing at Hiram who grinned back at me.

Seff slid one finger inside my soaked channel and the sound he made bordered on pained. “So fucking tight,” he muttered, the vibrations doing incredible things to this magical clit I apparently possessed.

“Add a second finger,” Ezra commanded, standing at the end of the bed, supervising. I felt the heat of his gaze trailing up my inner thighs, over my stomach, across the breasts that Oren was still cupping and massaging. I didn’t feel embarrassed this time, though. His stare made me feel beautiful, cherished and adored.

Seff pushed a second finger into my soaked channel, and I couldn’t focus on anything except the delicious fullness. Overwhelmed by sensations, I felt muscles I didn’t know existed bear down on his fingers. My stomach contracted, then everything exploded. Oren swallowed my scream, capturing my lips as I bucked and writhed against Seff’s ministrations and Oren’s teasing fingers on my nipples.

I could feel the pleasure everywhere, and instead of letting me ride out the wave like he had when I’d writhed shamelessly on his lap, Seff didn’t let up, adding a third finger and wringing a second wave of ecstasy out of my body, his teeth scraping against my sensitive clit. This time, I pulled my mouth away from Oren’s, screaming loud enough for the whole mountain to know what was happening in here.

“Fuck,” Hiram whispered next to me. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Seff was still massaging my channel almost lazily, teasing me. It was too much and not enough. I needed something to fill the emptiness. Seff’s fingers weren't cutting it.

“I think she needs more. Are you ready, Shira?” Seff asked quietly, placing a soft, reverent kiss against my sensitive clit that had my hips shooting up off the bed. He looked up and gave me an impossibly sexy wink before moving off the bed, making room for our enormous, imposing Alpha.

“I’m ready,” I breathed, looking up at Ezra as he dropped his trousers. I could feel my eyes bugging out of my head as I took him in. All of him. Oh my. Ezra was big everywhere.

“Will that… fit?” I asked, nerves making my voice tremble despite my best efforts.

“It will, I promise you,” Ezra assured me.

I parted my thighs further to accommodate his huge frame as he kneeled on the end of the bed. The others shifted back a little so Ezra