Page 16 of Dragon Rivals of New York (Dragons of New York #3)

Chapter 16

Jethro

T he club is every bit as exquisite as I imagined. Jasmine leads us into the main room, where a bar lines one wall and a stage the other. The stage is currently empty, but I’m sure it won’t stay that way for long.

Little tables of different heights pepper the space. Couples and small groups cluster around them. In this room, the guests are all dressed, but that won’t be the case deeper in.

The lighting is low, the walls, floor, and ceiling black. Swaths of velvet material fall from the ceiling at different points in the room, some framing round booths, easily closed off from prying eyes by the heavy curtains.

Aerial dancers swing from varying lengths of fabric, all wearing nothing more than skimpy lingerie or boxer briefs.

Little silver accents adorn the space, a nod to the horde that owns The Black Wing, though most who come here know nothing of dragons.

Sora’s gaze dances around the room, as enamored as I am. When a man walks by eyeing her ample cleavage, I immediately regret helping her choose that dress. I should have suggested she wear a sackcloth. She still would have looked beautiful, but I’d have to deal with fewer men ogling my girl.

The man sidles up to us without even glancing at her bracelets. “Care to join me in a room?”

“She’s not interested.” I step in front of Sora and cross my arms.

“Come on, man, it’s clear she’s new. Let her get the whole experience.” He reaches around me and grazes his fingers down Sora’s arm.

Experience might be what Sora wants, but I’ll be the one to give it to her. Not this lowlife who has no respect for the system.

I stare down my nose at the man until he finally turns away. That’s when I spot Kyro strolling over. He’s got his hands in his pockets, which does nothing to hide his prominent arousal. When he stripped down on the way to Finley’s transformation, my mouth wasn’t the only part of me that drooled. The man is a fine specimen of a dragon .

His gaze catches on our uninvited intruder as he walks away, then swings to a bouncer standing against the wall. Seconds later, the man who approached Sora is escorted out of the club. I smile at Kyro. Not bad.

Sora’s oblivious to the entire exchange, her attention fixed on the stage where two men and a woman now dance provocatively for the audience.

“Like us,” I whisper in her ear. “Want to dance with your mates again, lovely?”

“I think…” She twirls the blue bracelet around her wrist. “I’d like to try something new tonight.”

“Do you want a drink first?” Kyro asks. Sora shakes her head. Smart.

With his palm on the small of her back, he leads her toward a dark hall off to the side of the room. He doesn’t check to see if I follow, but that’s fine. I don’t mind walking a few steps behind his sweet ass.

The hall is lined with windows that reveal private rooms. Some have closed curtains, others are open to viewers. Some are empty, some full.

“What do the lights mean?” Sora asks, pointing to the green light over a door with the window blacked out .

“Green means the room is open and empty. Green and yellow means the room isn’t empty, but whoever is inside is open to more guests. Red means it’s closed. The club sometimes closes rooms for cleaning and things like that, but often it just means whoever is inside isn’t open to additional partners.”

The next door is red, but the window is open and Sora stops to look inside. The room is set up like an elegant Victorian living room, with ornate antique furniture. I would very much like to defile my pretty mate on that polished wood dresser.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Kyro looking at me, but he quickly looks away.

Currently, the room holds only one guest. A woman. She’s wearing a corset and white skirt as if she planned to match the room. Facing the window, she unhooks each clasp on her corset and lets it fall to the ground, revealing perky breasts. She’s beautiful, but she doesn’t hold a candle to my mate, who gasps as the woman reveals herself.

Sora’s lips are parted, her chest rising and falling in fast breaths. Her hand comes to her mouth, and she looks around like a little mouse caught with a piece of cheese.

“It’s alright to watch her, lovely,” I whisper. “She wants you to. She wouldn’t be in there if she didn’t.”

The woman in the room keeps her eyes on the window, where a small crowd has now gathered, as she strips off the last of her clothing and lowers herself onto the floral couch, spreading her legs. She slides her hands over her body, caressing herself shamelessly.

“She’s so… so… powerful.” Sora’s voice is full of awe and envy.

“So are you,” I tell her, hoping she’ll believe it and claim it for herself.

She holds her head a little higher as she meets my gaze.

“Come on,” Kyro says, taking her hand and leading us farther down the hall.

We pass a few other rooms that capture Sora’s attention momentarily, but none as much as the woman alone. A few times, at rooms with green and yellow lights, Kyro asks if she wants to go in, but she shakes her head.

When we reach the end of the hall, Kyro opens a door with a green light. The empty room is nothing like the Victorian themed one, or the mock torture chamber, or the room with a throne, or the room with padded walls and flooring. It looks like a regular bedroom. No, more like an expensive hotel room. There’s a bed in the center of the room that faces the window. Nightstands with lamps on either side. Along one wall, there’s a low dresser with platters of various fruits, pastries, and deserts on top.

Kyro closes the door and pushes Sora against it, kissing her breathless. The intensity of it leaving me panting. The man can kiss. Not breaking contact, he hits the light switch that will turn on the red light in the hall. When they part for breath, he asks, “Window open or closed?”

“Open,” Sora immediately gasps, then covers her mouth as if she’s trying to take back the word. Kyro wrinkles his brow. The big brute can’t seem to understand her reaction to her own request.

“Hmm, that’s it, lovely. Own what you want.” I kiss the side of her neck. “Let’s give them the best show they’ll see all night.”

Sora covers her smile by sucking her lips into her mouth. Kyro leads her to the bed, then slowly unzips her dress and kisses her back.

Letting them have their moment, I stroll over to the platters of food, pick up a banana, and peel it. With my hip propped against the dresser, I watch Kyro undress our mate. His large hands work the dress down her body until it lands in a puddle on the floor.

The black lingerie I helped her pick out looks even better on her now, with her wide eyes and eager glances at the window. Kyro twists the strap of her bra between his thumb and index finger.

“Leave it on,” I say .

When he looks at me, I twirl my tongue around the banana before breaking off the tip with my lips. His jaw clenches, hands flexing as Sora fumbles with the button on his jeans. Eyes on me, he helps her undo his pants. The dark jeans join Sora’s dress on the floor. He grabs the back of his black t-shirt and pulls it over his head. His short boxer briefs leave nothing to the imagination. Black, of course.

The two of them look like a matching set, ready to be devoured. I join them by the bed. “Close your eyes, lovely.”

She does, and I drag the banana slowly around her lips. Kyro goes over to the dresser and opens a drawer, pulling out a black silk blindfold and a long length of soft rope. He drops the rope on the bed, then wraps the silk over Sora’s eyes, tying it securely before he guides her to sit on the edge of the mattress.

“Do you trust us?” Kyro asks.

Pride wells in my chest when she doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“This is one of our sensory rooms. We’re going to deprive you of some senses, some freedoms, in order to heighten others. If at anytime you want to stop, just tell us.” He looks at me as if to confirm that I’ll stop if she tells us to. He’s got more trust issues than she does. I’ve got my work cut out for me if I’m going to make this throuple work before the end of the week.

“Okay.” She plucks at the comforter like a nervous tick. Being blindfolded will do that, heighten the nerves, increase the element of surprise. I love being blindfolded, but I love blindfolding someone else even more. It means I get to play.

Stepping between her legs, I press her bottom lip with the banana. “Open.”

She does so easily. Her pretty pink tongue flattening and sticking out, begging for more of the sweet, perfectly ripe fruit. I let her take a bite. Swallow. When she opens her mouth again, like an obedient little bird, I push two fingers along her tongue. She’s startled, but sucks them in a way that has my cock twitching. The room is absolutely silent. Kyro and I don’t speak as I pull my fingers out and he takes my place. This time when she opens her mouth, she’s rewarded with chocolate. It’s melted on his fingers, so he puts them in her mouth too. She sucks and moans.

“I love chocolate,” she whispers.

Good to know. My girl will get chocolate every day for the rest of her life, if that’s what she craves.

I hand Kyro a slice of lemon, and he drags it along her lips. She scrunches her face and reaches for the blindfold on instinct as she recoils from the abrasively sour flavor. I stop her, taking hold of the knotted silk behind her head.

Keeping a grip on the blindfold, I wiggle my eyebrows at Kyro’s crotch. “Give her what she really wants. ”

He scowls, but drops his boxers, freeing that beautiful cock. A small smirk climbs one side of his lips as he places a small piece of chocolate just under the crown and guides it into her waiting mouth. I lick my lips as she sucks him down.

Her muffled moan is the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. Crawling onto the bed, I pepper her shoulder and neck with feather soft kisses. “Does he taste good, lovely? Does his cock mix well with chocolate?”

Fuck, I wish I could find out. But the chances of him letting me do that are zero to none.

Sora takes hold of Kyro’s hips, pulling him deeper, but I grab her hands and place them on the bed. “Just taste.”

I step back over to the dresser and open a bottle of champagne. The look of pleasure on Kyro’s face is replaced by a scowl. Why is it so oddly hot when he looks like he wants to kill me?

After taking a swig straight from the bottle, I tip it, letting the alcohol drizzle down between my mates and onto his cock as his length disappears in her mouth. She whimpers and twirls her tongue around his tip, licking up every drop. I drizzle more over him, letting it trickle onto the floor. These rooms are made for messes.

Kyro swipes the bottle from me. At first, I think he’s just taking over, but then he smiles, a full, genuine, devious smile, and tips the bottle over my head. Drenched in sweet, sticky liquid, I laugh.

“What’s going on?” Sora pops off Kyro’s cock and lifts off the blindfold, pushing it up her forehead. This time, he lets her. Her eyebrows pinch together as she takes in my dripping hair.

“Just a bit of good fun, lovely,” I say, giving her a champagne flavored kiss.

“It’s time to move to a different sense.” Kyro picks up the rope. It’s black and soft, especially made for this purpose, and he handles it like someone who knows what he’s doing.

“On the bed,” he commands, looking right at me. “Naked.”

Well, this is a surprise. My body tingles, balls drawing up as my cock twitches. I rip off my shirt and pants, undressing faster than ever. Kyro takes a swig from the bottle in his hand while he watches, but makes a face when he remembers its champagne. It’s delightful how much he dislikes the delicious bubbly.

While I take off my boxers, Kyro pushes Sora down onto the bed, then tugs off her underwear. She glances at the window, but doesn’t tell us to stop. Goosebumps lift across her skin, and a deep blush colors her chest.

She looks gorgeous laying there in only her bra, her hair spreading around her head like a halo. Naked, I join her, kissing a path up her legs while Kyro rolls the cold glass of the bottle across her breasts. She shivers and moans from the sensation.

“Next to her,” he says to me. “On your back.”

Fuck, bossy Kyro is just as hot as grumpy scowling Kyro. Once I’m laying beside Sora, he ignores me, his focus fully on our mate, which doesn’t bother me at all. She deserves all of it.

He spreads her legs, kneeling between them. She flinches when he drags the bottle over her clit, whimpers when he slides it inside her. We both watch with rapt attention as her thirsty little cunt sucks the top of the champagne.

Fuck me.

She squirms, and Kyro pulls the bottle out, bringing it to my lips. Her flavor clings to the glass in a way that has my body tensing with the need to drink straight from the source. Kyro’s not careful as he tips it, sending the sweet liquid straight down my throat. I swallow and sputter, champagne spilling out the side of my lips. But fuck, it tastes good. My mate’s arousal mixing with the rich alcohol. This is my new favorite cocktail.

“Are you okay?” Sora tries to sit up, but Kyro straddles her.

“He’s fine,” he looks at me, “aren’t you? ”

I lick my lips. “More than fine.”

He tilts his head, examining me with a wicked smile. “You like drowning in what I give you.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. “Dirty fucker, aren’t you? Begging for it like a little needy cumslu—”

“Hey!” Sora makes another move, but Kyro snaps my yellow bracelet, reminding her I’m okay with this. Fuck, I’m more than okay with this. Not sure what my baggage is that makes me so hard when he’s calling me names, but my skin is hot and my cock is dripping all over my stomach.

Sora clamps her lips shut, but her eyes are wide. I jerk my head in her direction. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable with this. Kyro picks up on my subtle cue to tone it down for Sora’s sake and doesn’t go back to the comments he started. But he doesn’t take his eyes off me, and I think I’m gonna combust just from laying here under his scrutiny.

He takes the rope and begins intricately tying Sora’s arm to mine as we lay side by side. He’s conscientious, checking with us both each step of the way, pausing now and then to drag the edge of the rope slowly up Sora’s skin, to kiss the inside of her elbow, her breasts, her belly. I never would have guessed Kyro could be so gentle or so skilled at Shibari. The intricate knots and patterns he wraps around Sora’s whole body and around my arm, binding me to her, are elaborate, elegant even. This isn’t just bondage, it’s art .

He makes sure the rope isn’t too tight, but the pressure is enough to keep me very aware of the sensation. He leaves my body free, unlike Sora’s, but after tying my arm to hers, he moves down to our legs. Our girl is panting and whimpering with each new knot, and it’s driving my anticipation to a frenzy. He doesn’t tie her legs together, but begins to wrap her leg with mine.

Being bound to her like this feels like a symbol of everything I feel toward Sora, everything I hope for our future.

Starting at our feet, Kyro wraps and knots and works his way up, higher and higher. When he gets just above my knee, I purposefully tense and relax my muscles to make my dick twitch like it’s waving at him.

He glares at me and stops.

Shit, that’s not what I wanted. I’m pretty sure he’s only tying me up because he takes some sick pleasure in controlling me, and because he prefers me bound and unable to participate while he pleasures our girl. If he knew how much this was working for me, he’d stop, which I guess is exactly what just happened.

Fuck.

I open my mouth to say something, though I don’t know what .

“Shut up,” he says. “Spread your legs.”

“Oh, I like that idea,” I say.

Sora giggles.

“You too,” he adds.

She and I both spread our outer, unbound legs wide. Kyro ties Sora’s to one bedpost and mine to the other, locking us to the bed and to each other. Completely at his mercy.

Fuck, this is going to be the best night ever.