The (Not) Satisfied Dragon - Colette Rhodes Page 0,70
ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks, his dark skin contrasting with her pale. She tossed her head back, hair swishing around her neck as she raked her nails down his chest and over his shoulders, marking her territory. Oh yes, our gold definitely had a jealous streak.
“I hate knowing you've done this before,” Shira gasped with another particularly furious swipe of her nails, though it was nowhere near enough to break dragon skin.
“I know,” Levi gritted out. “But we can always find new ways to experiment together.”
He slid one hand further over, toying lightly with her ass. When Shira didn't push him away, he slid his fingers down, coating them in her arousal before dragging them back up to her virgin asshole.
Bold fucking move, my bro.
Yup — I was going to come in my pants.
“Levi,” Shira moaned as he worked his finger past her ring of muscle. “Gods, is that meant to feel so good?”
“Fuck yeah it is,” I groaned, unlacing my trousers and pulling my painfully hard dick out to give me more room. “One day you can take both of us together if you want.” I almost came just thinking about it.
“And another in my mouth? Like I did with Seff in the kitchen?” Shira asked coyly, looking back at me over her shoulder, obviously trying to kill me. Her eyes focused on the precum that was quickly beading and by the fucking gods that visual would haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.
Seff had kept awfully quiet about the fact Shira gave him head in the kitchen. Maybe I should cook more.
“Yeah, babe,” I croaked. “Whatever you want.”
Here are my balls on a platter, do with them what you will, you beautiful, perfect sex goddess.
“I think I'm done punishing you now.”
Shira's face was flushed, still moving against Levi while she looked over her shoulder at me. Her dark eyes practically glowed with pleasure as she stared at me like I was food. Eat me. Devour me whole and spit out my bones. I'll thank you for the privilege.
“Some punishment,” Levi muttered, slamming up into her once more before abruptly stilling. Shira let out a needy whine that she'd for sure deny if I ever asked her about it, bucking against Levi's dick and the finger he still had embedded in her ass.
“You'd best get up here, Hiram, before you blow your load on your hand,” Levi said with a smug grin. Fuck it, I'd punch him later. I scrambled up the bed, throwing myself back against the pillows next to Levi, my cock still weeping in my hand. Shira eyed it greedily, still writhing on Levi's lap.
“Should I sit on Hiram now?” she asked, batting her eyelashes, laying the innocence on thick, considering the threeway she was in the middle of.
“Why don't we try something new — to all of us?” Levi clarified, and Shira's eyes flared in triumph as her jealousy got the better of her. “Get on your hands and knees, face the door.”
Shira lifted herself off him slowly, shooting us both a hesitant look as she moved to kneel in the center of the bed, but she didn’t immediately get on all fours like Levi had ordered her too.
“You okay, babe?” I checked, scooting up behind her and playing with the ends of her hair. “Are you not comfortable with such a submissive position?”
We didn’t know the full extent of what Shira had been through, and the last thing we wanted to do was send her back to that dark place in her head. Did she not trust me enough to give me her back? The thought felt like a hot knife to the gut. Unconsciously, I moved my hand under her hair, cupping her nape. I wanted to demand her trust, knowing I had no right to. When she leaned back into my possessive gesture rather than recoiling from it, my knees almost went weak in relief.
“It feels like it should be too submissive,” Shira said carefully. “Like it goes against everything I’ve been trying to achieve.”
“You’re basically an Alpha, babe,” I reassured her. “You don’t have to lead in the bedroom too, if you don’t want to. It doesn’t make us think any less of you.”
Levi moved around to her front and clasped Shira’s jaw with his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. “We only do what you’re comfortable with, Shira. If you don’t want something, we won’t do it. But know that letting us take the reins,