Page 11 of Dragon Rivals of New York (Dragons of New York #3)

Chapter 11

Kyro

“ Y ou take the South side.” I rub my hands together. “I’ll take the north. We’ll corner her.”

Jethro claps me on the back. “Look at us, working together.”

I glare at him before stomping into the forest, not bothering to run. I enter at the same point she did, glad that Jethro didn’t fight me on who took which side of the clearing. Her path is as clear as street signs. A broken branch here. A footprint there. She shouldn’t be barefoot out here. I’ll have to check her for cuts and make sure nothing gets infected.

A swath of fabric catches my eye. The silk of her dress. I pick it up. A souvenir.

That’s when I hear her panting breaths. She’s trying to be quiet. But I’m a dragon shifter. She can’t hide from me .

I slow my steps, spotting Jethro coming up along the other side. I motion to where she’s hiding near a fallen tree. He nods. We stalk forward. This is my favorite part of a hunt, zeroing in on the prey.

In one smooth motion, I lunge forward, grab her ankle, and pull her out from under the log. She screams and fights—as all prey does. To my surprise, she lands a good kick to my face. I let go, but she barely makes it a foot before Jethro is lifting her up and spinning her around to throw her belly-down over the log, his hard body pressing in behind her.

“Hello, lovely,” he whispers in her ear, brushing her long hair off her neck and out of her face. It’s matted with dirt and twigs. Sweat glistens on her brow. She’s never looked more lovely.

“You caught me,” she whispers.

“Did you think we wouldn’t?” Jethro asks.

“N-no, I just… what now?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“But… I mean… um, how are you going to…?”

He glances back at me. I shrug.

“You tell us,” he says .

“But… I don’t know.” She looks around as much as she can with her body pressed into the log, like she’s searching for an answer, running through possibilities of all the different ways we could take her.

“You do know,” Jethro says. “And one day you’re going to tell us all those naughty little thoughts. But until then, we’ll help.” He lifts her like a rag doll and tosses her to me. I catch her in my arms. The moment her heated body connects with mine, I lose it, kissing her as I shred her dress down the back.

She pulls away with a gasp as the night air hits her backside, leaving her exposed.

Jethro hops up on the log, dangling his feet and leaning back just enough to make his abs clench and his dick twitch. Cocky jackass. Goddess above, I wish he had nothing to be cocky about. But the man has the prettiest cock I've ever seen. Long and neatly trimmed, with a perfect bead of precum right at the tip like a jewel. It's infuriating.

He puts his elbows on his knees and leans forward, closer to us. “Kyro is going to fill your tight little pussy while you suck my cock like the greedy girl you pretend not to be.”

Jethro looks at me, and I nod, directing our girl between his legs so she’s facing him. He kisses her long and slow while I slide off the remains of her dress and touch her everywhere. I wish it wasn’t so dark. I want to shine a spotlight on every inch of her, learn every curve and dip, freckle and scar.

For now, I settle for exploring her with my hands. She moans as I move my palms over her breasts, teasing her nipples. There’s a gasp from her pretty lips as my hands slide down the curve of her belly to her thighs, and when I glide my fingers between her legs, she quivers. She’s so wet for us.

Us?

Fuck, I wish I had her all to myself. I will soon.

But this is what my mate wants now. Experience. Experimentation. And I’ll give her everything she needs. Even if it hurts to share the first time I’m inside her with the man who took my world from me.

The goddess is good, and she’s given me a new world: Sora.

I pull her hips back and gently kick the inside of her ankles. She understands and steps wide. Her hands land on Jethro’s bare thighs. He cups her face and kisses her. I give myself a few slow strokes. Her butt clenches like she’s trying to get some friction by squeezing her thighs together, but can’t because her legs are spread.

I drag a rough palm over the smooth skin of her backside, and she tenses more under my touch. Bending, I kiss the curve of her back. “Relax, Ara’ha. ”

Cock in hand, I direct the tip to her entrance, flinching back when I accidentally brush against Jethro’s fingers, rubbing her clit. He breaks their kiss just long enough to smirk at me over her shoulder, as if to ask, “ What are you going to do about it? ”

He’s not scaring me off that easy. I go to grab his wrist and pull his hand away, but Sora whimpers, “Don’t stop. I’m… close…”

Fuck. Okay, fine. With my eyes locked on Jethro, a dare, a challenge, I press myself inside Sora. Just the tip at first, because, fuck, just that is enough to almost set me off. I breathe through my nose, hot smoke puffing in the air. I’ve never had great control over my dragon side while worked up.

Jethro keeps polishing her clit with tight little circles and the same pressure and speed that she likes. I push in a little deeper, her wet heat choking my cock so well. It’s a tight fit. So tight. And it feels so good.

The only thing that keeps me from going off is Jethro’s annoyingly handsome, cocky smirk. Keeping my eyes on him, I pull out just a little, then push in. Her grip on his thighs tightens. I do it again, pulling out less and pushing in more. A consistent rhythm and force.

Jethro keeps his wrist back and his fingertips right at her clit, not touching me, but there’s something in his eyes that makes me wonder if he’ll keep that up. I silently dare him to try anything. My muscles clench, working hard to hold back.

Think of something else. Think of Jethro. His cocky smile spreads. He licks his lips. I can almost feel the phantom of his touch on my cock, even though I know he hasn’t changed what he’s doing, hasn’t touched me.

Not working. Not working. Fuck, this is good. A moan escapes me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Sora chants. “That’s… Oh!” She throws her head back and gasps, clenching.

Fuck, she’s gonna send me over the edge. I slow my thrusts as Jethro slows his strokes. She shakes, trembles, relaxes. Jethro’s fingers leave her clit to trail down the length of my cock that isn't buried inside Sora, never breaking eye contact. I groan when he cups my balls exactly the way I like.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“Do you want me to come?” I snap.

He pulls his hand away. “Not yet. I think we should fill our girl together. What do you say?” He turns his attention to her, palming her cheek and gently kissing her forehead.

She’s panting heavily as she slumps and rests her forehead on his. She’s shaking like a leaf, unable to hold herself up, exhausted, adrenaline crashing after the run through the woods and that orgasm.

Picking up on the same thing I am, Jethro pushes her back to study her. I can’t see her expression, but he gives his head a little shake. I pull out.

“No,” Sora says, twisting away from Jethro to look at me, but the expression on her face isn’t eager desire anymore. It’s guilt.

“You’ve both made me come twice now without coming yourselves. I can’t let you… it’s not fair.”

“Love isn’t about fairness, lovely,” Jethro says, and for once I couldn’t agree more with the man.

He hops off the log.

“No. I’ll never be able to relax if you don’t finish. I want this, I do, I just… need a minute to recover. Is… is that alright?” Her eyes drop to her hands.

“I’m happy to finish Kyro off for you, if you want, lovely,” Jethro grins, distracting her from the shame she shouldn’t be feeling.

I scowl at him, but when I see Sora’s expression lighten a little, I frown and brush her tangled hair out of her face. “You have every right to your body and to ask for what it needs.”

“My body likes the idea of Kyro’s mouth on me,” Jethro says .

Without looking, I punch him in the gut. To my annoyance, it comes off more playful than anything, and he laughs. So does Sora, which makes a smile threaten my own lips.

“I’ll fly,” Jethro says. “You can ride with our girl this time.”

He transforms before I can protest, though I’m not sure why I would, other than to just be argumentative. I like the idea of holding my mate right now.

I’m still painfully hard, but I’ll survive waiting a little longer to fill her. Even without finishing, that was the most erotic experience of my life. I’ll be getting off to that memory plenty in the future.

Rather than letting Sora climb onto Jethro’s back, I scoop her into my arms bridal style. She doesn’t protest. Her eyes are already half closed and her body is trembling from more than just the light chill in the air.

“We pushed her too far,” I say quietly to Jethro.

His dragon head nods. I hate to say it, but the man’s not a horrible mate. No matter how much I still hate him.

I shift partially, allowing just my wings to take shape, then use them to lift myself and Sora onto Jethro’s back.

She snuggles into me, and I hold her tighter, hoping pressure and heat will calm her nervous system. Her eyes are closed when she mumbles, “That was… thank you.”

“No, thank you, Ara’ha,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.

I don’t know much about my mate’s past, but I think it’s going to take some time before she trusts she doesn’t have to earn our affection. Hopefully, this is a step in that direction.

Jethro lifts into the sky with the same grace he has on the dance floor. He’s careful not to rock his body the way I rocked mine on the way, careful to fly steady, making it easier for me to hold Sora while straddling him.

An image of me straddling him in a very different way slips into my mind, and I shake it clear. I’ll never seek pleasure with the man who killed my best friend, my mate.

Even if the goddess has given me a new one. Sora is incredible, perfect. But she’s not a replacement for Nadia. No one ever could be.