Page 23 of Dragon Rivals of New York (Dragons of New York #3)

Chapter 23

Jethro

“ S o all you needed was a good fisting, huh?” I tease as my heart rate slows. Kyro punches my arm, but there’s no force in it.

Sora’s laugh is a light, breathless sound that has her muscles clenching around us. Squished under them both, I can’t breathe, but I’m still the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m inside my mate, cum leaking down my thighs. Mine and Kyro’s.

My counterpart pushes up, easing some of his weight off my chest. “What are you ready for, Ara’ha? I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m ready to mate you.” She twists her head to the side to look at me. “Both of you.”

Kyro’s cock twitches against my softening one—well, not soft anymore. Neither is he. He thrusts slowly .

“I think we finally gave her all the experience she craved.” I thrust from below. “Isn’t that right, lovely?”

Her laugh is sleepy and relaxed. “No.” She stretches her arms and legs, flexing in a way that has us all moaning. “But all the orgasms don’t hurt.”

“If you’re still wanting more, we haven’t done our job. Right, Jethro?” Kyro’s thrusts become a little more insistent, his cock thickening. “We want you so sore you won’t be able to take a step without thinking of us.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem. I’ve been thoroughly stretched and fucked. I’m not sure I could walk right now even if I wanted to.” She laughs as she speaks, but the musical sound trails off too soon. “Just… be patient with me. Okay?”

“Of course, lovely.” Kissing her shoulder, I add, “We can take this as slow as you want, even if we’re mated. We don’t have to move in together right away, and we don’t have to legally get married—”

“Wait, how will that work? We can’t all get married.” She looks from me to Kyro, then covers her face with her hands. “What will my parents think?”

“Hey,” Kyro pulls her hands away from her face. “It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. This works. The three of us work. That’s all that matters. ”

“You get to choose what you tell them and what you don’t. But can’t you feel how well we work together, lovely?” With a tilt of my hips, I drive my cock deeper inside her.

Kyro does something I don’t expect, partially shifting, his scaley cock scouring mine. Now I’m the one experiencing something I never have before.

“This wasn’t what you expected for your life. We know that. It’s not what I expected either. But you’re ours, little mate. You always have been. And you always will be.” He punctuates his sentences by pounding into Sora. “We’re claiming you, here and now. We’re gonna fill you so full of our cum it’s gonna be a miracle if you don’t get pregnant—no matter what birth control you use. And after you enter the pool with us, we’re gonna mount you as dragons and fuck every lingering doubt right out of your mind.”

“Fuuuuck,” I groan, already unable to hold back. I spill myself inside of her again, then reach between them and thrum her clit until she follows seconds after me. Kyro holds out, slowing his thrusts. He kisses Sora, slow and sweet, then trails his lips along her jaw to find my mouth.

“I’m still not sure I like you,” he whispers. “But you’re a good mate, and fuck it all if I don’t love feeling your cock alongside mine.” He groans and speeds up his movements. “I’m claiming you, too, Jethro. Once we enter that pool, you’re my mate, too. ”

With that proclamation, Kyro comes. He pulls out, hot cum hitting my thigh as he slides down Sora’s body and starts licking her pussy with my cock still inside her, cleaning up the mess we made together with his tongue. With his mouth on her clit, Sora comes again, squeezing me for all she’s worth. She’s so fucking perfect.

Kyro climbs back up her body and rolls us to our sides on the massive couch, none of us eager to move. Who cares that we’re covered in sweat or cum? I just want to bask in the moment, celebrate that she’s ours.

“When would you like to enter the pools, lovely?” I whisper. “And which temple?”

“It doesn’t matter to me.” She sighs. “Although, I guess I’ve seen Kyro’s temple and haven’t seen yours. So maybe we do it there? Would that be okay?” She twists like she’s trying to see me and gauge my reaction.

I kiss her temple and say, “That would be perfect. It doesn’t matter to me where or when we make you ours, just that we do.”

“Agreed,” Kyro echos.

I thought the big guy would put up more of a fight about which pool we entered. But his indifference shows just how far we've come .

“Then let’s do it tonight.” Sora shifts a little.

Her eagerness surprises me. “Are you sure, lovely? Just hours ago you weren’t convinced you wanted to do this at all, and now you want to do it right away?”

“I don’t have much of a choice.” Her voice is soft, but not with the same resignation as before. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt, but… I think… it’s more than that. I like what we have. I’m scared shitless, but… this is good.” She wiggles her ass against my groin.

“Careful, lovely, or we’ll give you round three.”

She laughs, but stops moving around. “I think I’ve had enough for a little while. But… I like the idea of being with the two of you. I think this might work.” There’s a mischievousness in her tone as she adds, “You definitely kept that promise to make me too sore to walk.”

“It’ll go away once you transform,” Kyro says.

“All the more reason to go now.” She tries to push herself up.

“You should rest, lovely. Let us clean you up and get you some dinner. We can make arrangements to go first thing tomorrow.”

“I have work tomorrow.”

“Then first thing after work.”

“Cleaning up and eating sounds good, but can’t we go tonight? I don’t want to wait. Now that I’ve decided, I’d rather just do it.” She twists her hair around her fingers nervously. “I don’t want any special arrangements or ceremony. I’d rather have it be just us. Can it be just us?”

There’s a little excitement mixed with the anxious edge in her voice, and it makes me want to carry her to the temple right now, just the three of us.

“I’m sorry, Ara’ha,” Kyro says. “Our mating concerns the whole horde now. We can’t do it in private.”

“Why not?” I find myself asking.

Kyro’s brows tug together.

“I mean, we need a priest or priestess there, but that’s all that’s really required, right?” I push up a little to see him better.

“Yes, but—”

“There’s not a lot we can control in this situation,” I say, “but if our girl wants it to be just us, that’s something we can give her.”

Kyro is quiet for a minute, then his gaze lands on Sora.

“Please,” she whispers on an exhale.

“Alright,” he agrees. “But first we shower and eat. And if you’re too tired after that, we stay and sleep.”

She squints as she glares at him and scrunches her nose. “Oh, is that so?”

I chuckle. “He’s not trying to be controlling, lovely. Are you, Ky? He just wants to take care of you.”

She relaxes her face and sighs. “Fine.”

I clap my hands. “Perfect. Now, the important part. What should we order for dinner?”

We spend the next hour showering and fighting over what to eat. And it’s the most glorious hour of my life. Kyro was right that this wasn’t what I expected, but it’s exactly what I want.