Page 17 of Dragon Rivals of New York (Dragons of New York #3)
Chapter 17
Kyro
I sit back and admire my work. Wrapped in lines of rope, Sora looks like a present I can’t wait to open, or a candy cane I can’t wait to lick. She’s beautiful. And completely captive. I circle the last of the rope around the outside of her breasts and tie intricate knots between her cleavage, framing the mounds like I’m trying to put her nipples on display. Which I am.
My gaze shifts to the left. I didn’t do a full Shabari design on Jethro. His outer hand and foot are simply tied to the bed with tight knots. The only part of him tied with any finesse is the arm and leg wrapped with Sora’s. There’s no slack. No give. He’s trapped where he is. At my mercy.
For years, I’ve dreamed of tying Jethro up and slowly torturing him. I just never imagined him naked in those scenarios. Those dreams ended with me killing the fucker, not f—Nope. Not going there.
I turn all my attention on Sora, pick up a feather I got out of the dresser earlier, and trail it between the lines of rope that wrap around her body. She quivers at the light touch and pinches her lips between her teeth.
“Fuck her with the bottle again,” Jethro says. “She liked that.”
“You know what I like?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“I like when you shut the fuck up.”
Sora moans. “Stop fighting and make me come.”
She's been quivering with need ever since I tied the first knot. And now, she arches against the binds, seeking the release that's just out of reach.
“Maybe he can’t do it all on his own,” Jethro mocks.
Fuck that. I grab my boxers from the floor.
“He’s only ever gotten you off with my help before. Maybe he—”
I shove the boxers in his mouth.
His eyes roll back, nostrils flaring. Okay, that backfired. Guess the asshole likes the taste of me, cause I was definitely dripping cum all over those boxers, hard from the moment Sora walked into my club. I almost rip them out of his mouth. But instead, I take the blindfold off the top of Sora’s head and put it over Jethro’s eyes.
“You’re not gonna speak. You’re not gonna watch.” I lean over him and whisper in his ear, too quiet for Sora to hear, “You’re going to lie there, helpless, as I fuck my mate until she climaxes so hard she forgets your name. She’s gonna come harder than you could ever make her come on your puny little dick.”
He moans around the gag, a sound of pleasure more than protest. And just to taunt him or maybe torture him, I wrap my hand around his cock and give him one firm stroke. His back bucks off the bed, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of anything more.
Sora looks at me with those beautiful big eyes of hers. “I kind of… I’d like it if… would you…” She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Nevermind.”
“What is it, Ara’ha? Anything you want, I’ll give you.”
“Wouldyoukisshim?” She asks the question like one word.
“Jethro?” I don’t hide the disgust in my voice, and I know he hears it. So why does my cock get impossibly harder? “No.”
Jethro is earnestly nodding his head. Good to know he’s into the idea. All the more reason not to do it.
Sora’s brow wrinkles at my denial after I told her I’d give her anything she wants. Fuck, that’s not what I want. But what she asked is too much. To distract her, I suck her nipple into my mouth. I trail the feather between her legs. She tries to squeeze her thighs together, but of course, can’t. I ditch the feather and replace it with ice from the ice chest, where we keep the champagne.
She shivers as I skate the ice cube around her breasts and over her nipples. When I follow the path with my hot tongue, she whimpers. I bite. She gasps. Fuck, the noises she makes are gonna have me coming before I’m even inside her.
Jethro seems to feel the same. He’s bucking up the few millimeters he can, moaning around my boxers. If he was anyone else, I’d say it was hot.
Pulling back, I stop touching Sora all together, which I can tell she hates by the way her eyes fly open. She glares at me, and I smile, holding her gaze as I place the ice cube right on her clit. Removing it, I lower myself between her spread thighs and exhale a hot breath. I alternate cold, then hot until she’s writhing against the bonds, begging me to make her come.
Jethro is as tense as a board beside her.
Forgoing the teasing, I lick up her center and give her what she wants. My cock throbs as I taste her on my tongue, and I can barely stop myself from rubbing against the bed, seeking the friction I need. But it’s not what I really want.
Already so worked up, Sora comes within seconds, screaming Jethro’s name in defiance.
And I fucking love it.
No, I don’t. I want to rip his name from her mouth. But I love that she’s letting out some of that rebellious fire she keeps hidden.
There’s a muffled sound from Jethro that has me looking his way with my tongue still pressed against Sora. Hot squirts of cum are flying from his cock, drenching his tight abs. Fuck, he came just from that? From hearing her yell his name and knowing what I’m doing to her?
My hand shoots out and covers the tip of his cock, as if I can stop the flood, shove it back in, keep him from getting off on something I meant to be torturous for him. It only makes more cum drench my fingers.
I slap his inner thigh, hard enough to turn the skin red. He bucks against the restraints, more cum leaking from his tip.
Sora is panting as she watches us. She worries her lip between her teeth, her eyebrows pulling together. Oh, sweet innocent girl, I’m gonna give her so many new experiences tonight.
I slap Jethro’s thigh again, then drag two fingers through his cum soaked abs and shove them in her swollen pussy. She gasps, like she’s shocked. But I don’t give her time to react more before I’m bending their bound knees to make room for myself and slamming my cock into her, driving his cum deep as I fuck her raw, just like I did in the forest, just like it’s meant to be. My mate. Mine .
With my forearm across Jethro’s clavicle and their tied legs over my shoulder, I shift my weight into the other dragon so I can use my free hand to tease Sora’s clit. Hot pressure tightens my balls, my abs flex. Fuck, I’m close.
“Come again for me, Ara’ha.” I pinch her clit. “Come now!”
This time, it’s my name she screams, body spasming, clenching, clamping around my cock like she’s the fucking milkmaid trying to squeeze every drop out of me. Heat licks down my spine and up my hard length. I erupt, pouring myself into her. “Yes! Yes! Fuuuuuck! ”
It goes on and on. Best. Orgasm. Of my damn life.
As the last spurt leaves me, I adjust our positions, allowing Sora and Jethro to stretch out the leg I’d pulled up before I carefully rest on my mate. I kiss her slowly, still inside her. Savoring the languid, sleepy kisses she gives me.
“That was…” She sighs. “That was incredible. Th ank you.”
“No, Ara’ha, thank you. That was the best gift I’ve ever received. And whatever happens at the end of the week, I’ll hold this memory close to my heart forever.”