Page 29 of Dragon Rivals of New York (Dragons of New York #3)
Chapter 29
Jethro
I wake pressed against a hard body with a masculine scent. Hmmm, he smells delicious. I could get used to this.
Kyro stretches in a way that makes all his muscles flex, and I enjoy the movement by rubbing up against him. He startles a little when he opens his eyes and realizes it’s my leg draped over his thigh and my hand on his chest, but he relaxes instantly, yawns, and closes his eyes again.
“Where’s Sora?” he asks in his gravely morning voice. My dick twitches against his thigh. His lips curl. With closed eyes, he says, “Get our girl, and I’ll teach you something new.”
I slide down his body until my face is level with his morning wood. “Maybe I’ll teach you something new.”
He laughs, but the sound chokes out when I take him in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he moans. He grabs my hair and pulls me off. “Are you trying to make me come so you can take our girl while I’m recovering?”
“You know you hog her pussy.” I smirk at his dark look.
“You didn’t seem to mind last night.”
“Oh, I don’t mind at all.” I wink, then swallow him all the way down until my nose hits his abs. The thought of Sora coming back in from the bathroom to find us like this has me spreading Kyro’s thighs so I can sink between them and rub myself against the sheets.
He keeps his fingers in my hair, but the grip is lazy. He’s letting me control this, which makes me even more eager to please him.
“Sora, baby, if you don’t get in here soon, I’m gonna waste my cum down Jethro’s throat.”
I pop off just long enough to say, “Maybe that’s what she wants.”
Goddess knows it’s what I want. I’ve been dying to taste him ever since The Black Wing. Before I take him in my mouth again, I tongue his balls, lick up the underside of his shaft, and flick his tip. He tastes just as good as I imagined. Masculine and smoky.
He throws his head back against the headboard and groans. “Fuck, that’s good. Don’t stop.”
“Say you love me,” I coerce. It probably won’t mean as much if he says it under duress, but fuck, I want to hear him admit it. And not just as part of a ceremony. Because I want to say it to him, just as much as I wanted to say it to Sora for the past year. I bit my tongue because I knew she wasn’t ready to hear it, and I’m doing the same now with Kyro, but goddess above, there’s so much in me just bursting to come out. I’ve never been a patient man.
Kyro is demanding and stubborn as hell, but he’s also sweet and tender with our mate, with me too. He’s going to be the leader in this dynamic, that’s clear, and I don’t mind. He’ll also be the anchor, the steadying presence, which is something I need, especially since I have a tendency towards dramatics and extravagance.
But he needs me too. He needs to relax sometimes. Take the weight of the world off his shoulders. Live a little.
He’ll keep us rooted, and I’ll push and prod to ensure we soar.
Which starts right now.
I take just his tip in my mouth and suck hard. His whole body jerks, and he curses. Taking him deep down my throat, I swallow around his length, tensing my muscles to squeeze him tight. With his cock this deep, I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. I want to show him all that he’s not ready for me to say.
I pleasure him like my life depends on it. Sucking, swallowing, humming. It’s sloppy, spit dripping down his length, but I can tell he likes it by the way he’s clawing at the bed.
When I add my hand, he thrusts from below, slamming into my throat. He holds the back of my head to keep me where he wants and spills himself with a gruff curse.
I gag, cum spilling out the sides of my mouth. He pets my head. “That’s it, baby, choke on my cum just like that. Such a good little cumslut for me.”
Fuck, he knows just what to say to get to me. I’m already wound tight, but the mix of his praise and degradation sends a jolt of pure electricity down my spine. I swallow him greedily, bucking my hips frantically against the bed. It only takes a couple of thrusts before I’m spilling myself all over Kyro’s sheets.
Releasing him from my mouth, I drop my head to his thigh and place a kiss on his spent cock.
He sighs. “Thank you.”
I look up at him, surprised. “No one’s ever thanked me for sex before. ”
“Then you’re doing it wrong.”
“Are you saying I don’t give good head?”
“No, baby,” he smooths a palm over my cheek, “that was the best head of my life. You’re just doing it with the wrong people. That was a gift, and I’m grateful.”
I kiss his thigh, then crawl over his body and kiss his lips. We make out languidly for a few minutes before he says, “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and see what’s taking our girl so long.”
But when we get to the bathroom, Sora’s not there. Her clothes from last night are still on the floor, but her phone is gone. The happy hormones I was riding vanish in an instant.
“She wouldn’t just leave without telling us.”
“Maybe someone saw her,” he suggests.
We both pull on sweat pants and hurry out of the apartment, up to the roof. Neither of the guards saw her, but they were watching the sky for signs of the Ruby Diamond Horde, so they couldn’t say for sure if she left on foot or not.
My worry increases with each moment. I should have realized she was gone sooner. I shouldn’t have gotten so caught up in Kyro. My girl is on her own and there’s another horde in town who wants to stop us from mating.
Kyro curses, and smoke pours from his nostrils as we rush back down the stairs. He’s losing it.
“Maybe she went to work?” I suggest, swinging open the door to his apartment and going for my phone. “I’ll call her. You call the school.”
I grab my phone and dial Sora. It rings three times before going to voicemail.
“No answer.”
Kyro ignores me, speaking into the phone while he paces. He catches my eye and shakes his head. When he hangs up, he says, “She called in and took the rest of the week off.”
“Good for her,” I say, proud of our girl. Since I spent a fair amount of the last year basically stalking her, I know taking time off isn’t easy for her. In fact, I don’t think she’s ever done it before.
Kyro just glares at me. “Where the fuck is she?”
We call Finley and Jeslyn next. Then pound on doors to see if anyone else in the Silver Horde saw her leave. No one in the building saw her. A few people don’t answer their doors, but it’s late enough in the morning that they’re probably already at work.
We’re just about to fly to her apartment when we hear a familiar laugh. We run down the hall and find her in the stairwell with Otto. Kyro growls and throws his arms around her. “Don’t ever fucking do that again!”
Our beautiful girl juts out her chin, looks him straight in the eye, and says, “I’ll go to the grocery store if I want to go to the grocery store. You can’t suffocate me, Kyro, or this won’t work.”
I’m so damn proud of her. But she also needs to understand how dangerous that was. “He’s not trying to be controlling, lovely. We were just scared. Especially with everything going on.” I wrap my arms around them both and kiss her temple. “Next time, could you let us know where you’re going?”
“Of course.” She runs her hand over Kyro’s hair as he buries his face in her neck. His shoulders shake and he sucks in a breath. “I’m okay, Ky. Otto was with me, so I wouldn’t be alone, and we didn’t go far. I’m okay.”
He nods but doesn’t pull away.
“You’re actually suffocating me for real, baby.” She half laughs, gasping for breath.
Kyro loosens his grip just enough to throw her over his shoulder, caveman style. She lets out an adorable little squeak as Ky heads back up the stairs to his place. I race after them, calling over my shoulder, “Thanks for looking out for her, Otto.”
“Yeah, thank you!” Sora adds .
Otto chuckles.
Kyro doesn’t stop until he throws Sora down on the bed. He punishes her with a thorough fucking, one that has us all screaming in pleasure. And then he holds us both tight, while we reassure him we’re all okay. As much as she doesn’t want to be smothered, I don’t think Sora minds this protective side of our mate one bit.
I certainly love it.