Page 38 of Dragon Rivals of New York (Dragons of New York #3)

Chapter 38

Sora

I ’m not sure how I know to stay under, but I do. And when two bodies find mine in the pool, I know immediately it’s my mates. They’re here. They made it.

As much as I resisted this initially, now there’s nowhere I’d rather be. I’m so happy that I want to cry. But… I’m not shifting. Nothing’s happened or changed. Is it because we didn’t enter together? Is there something else we did wrong? Are the vows more important than we first thought?

Shit. Shit! What are we supposed to do?

Jethro’s cock brushes my entrance, and that’s when I remember what he told me during Finley’s transformation.

Sometimes they have to orgasm in the pool.

There’s no working up to it, no hesitation or easing in. In barely a heartbeat, Jethro pulls me all the way down onto his hard length until he’s seated deep inside. A moan builds in my throat with nowhere to go. My lungs ache with the need to breathe.

I’ve always been good at holding my breath, but I’m starting to see spots at the back of my closed eyes. It’s too much, and somehow not enough.

An orgasm seems impossible with my head spinning and my lungs burning, but I can’t resist him. Ever. I tried. For a whole year, I tried to deny what’s between us, and it didn’t work. He’s mine, and I’m his. Have been since the first moment I saw him.

I pull him closer, rubbing up against him as he thrusts. He feels so right . Even now, even here. The silky liquid wraps around us like a cocoon. Our own little bubble.

Kyro puts pressure on my back entrance, a burning sensation that quickly turns to pleasure as Jethro works me up. Kyro’s hands cup my breasts from behind, kneading and tweaking.

He was a surprise I never expected or asked for, but he’s the perfect addition, exactly what I didn’t know I needed. I think we’re what he needs too.

My mates move in and out, taking me from both sides, making me theirs. They fill me so completely I feel as if I might burst, every cell tight with pleasure. Unable to moan, I bite my cheeks.

Their hands slip along my skin as they work my body in a perfect rhythm. Heat seeps out from my core to my extremities. My toes curl. My thighs clench. My head spins, dizzying spots of light flashing across my eyelids.

Faster than I’ve ever experienced, I’m right there, on the edge.

The need to breathe adds a desperation to the pleasure climbing inside me. Like a firework, I explode. My mates clench and shake along with me. Unable to hold back, I open my mouth and gasp at the intensity of the orgasm that washes over me.

Liquid floods my mouth, but it doesn’t choke me. It overflows and expands within me until my body erupts. Scales. Claws. Teeth. Wings. All bursting out of me in one harrowing instant.

A rumbling vibration shakes both my mate’s scaly chests and sends a pulse straight down to my clit. They change with me, still hard inside me, neither letting up their thrusts. They slam their hips forward with more force, propelling us up with the movement, wings flapping behind them.

Lightheaded, but euphoric, I suck in air as my long neck breaks the surface, but we don’t leave the pool and we don’t stop, too lost in rapture.

I rub myself against them, letting them know what I want, desperate to know what it feels like to come in this new form. They mount me with a wild animal ferocity. Claws digging into scales, Jethro bites my right shoulder and Kyro bites the left. With their wings thrashing and their mouths locked onto me, they use that leverage to hump and grind and fuck me senseless. They’re not gentle. They’re beasts. And now I’m strong enough to take it.

Fire bursts from my mouth when I come, and they growl as they fill me again.

It’s only once they change the rhythmic beat of their wings and we all three lift a few feet to land on the side of the pool, that I realize we’re not alone. Puddles of our success drip onto the temple floor. Gold and silver.

Every head is turned toward us. Every noise hushed. The pool has changed, swirls of silver mix with the gold. A dragon steps forward, gritting his teeth, but another holds out its wing to stop him. They share a look I can’t interpret.

I don’t wait for them to decide whether they’ll attack us or not, I huff in air, then throw hot flames across the room, roaring my announcement to all of them. It’s done. I’m a dragon. And I’m not giving up my mates.

Just then there’s a screeching roar from outside the temple. When I look between the pillars to the open sky beyond I see a cohort of dragons flying towards us. Dragon’s I recognize. Finley and Cyrus. Midas and Jeslyn. Adrianna. All of the two hordes swarm forward.

The dragon’s in front of us growl, but one roars louder than the other, and then they're flying, racing out of the temple. Unexpectedly, away from our friends charging the scene. Guess they figured since they already failed to stop us there’s no reason to fight and risk injuring or hurting their own.

But I get the impression they won’t sit on their hands as my newly formed, combined horde grows big enough to challenge their power.

Gracefully, Midas and Jeslyn swoop through the temple entrance and land, shifting into their human forms. They both still carry the tattoos that mark them as royalty.

“Are you okay?” Jesyln asks, craning her neck to look up at me in my dragon form.

I’m a dragon. An actual fucking dragon !

Not ready to shift back yet—and not sure how—I blow a puff of smoke and smile while nodding my head.

Adrianna lands a moment later, her skin bare. She looks down at herself, and a myriad of emotions flit across her face. But the most prominent seems to be something like relief. She smiles in a way I’ve never seen her smile before. Kyro gives her an equally goofy dragon grin .

Jethro shifts first, asking what I want to know. “How did you all…?”

“We had scouts watching the temple. They saw the fireworks, so we knew something was up and came to help,” Jeslyn says. “Seems you didn’t need it though.”

Midas pulls her to his side, but the look he levels on me and my mates is cold. “What you did was reckless, and, as your king, I never would have condoned it. But…” He dips his head. “Thank you.”

More dragons swoop into the temple. Cyrus, shifting gracefully just as he lands. Finley, awkward, with a stumble, but a wide smile.

“Shift back,” Finley says, bouncing on her toes. “I want to hug you.”

I’m honestly not sure how to shift back, but I watch as Kyro changes forms, suddenly realizing shifting would mean being naked in front of all these friends. Finley seems unbothered by her own nakedness, after only a week of being a dragon, and that gives me a bit of bravery.

I wish I could ask what to do, how to do it, but before I can struggle too much, Jethro is petting my side and whispering in my ear. “Just relax and think about being human.”

Doing as he instructs, I shift more easily than I expected, instantly stepping behind him to hide.

“Come here, baby,” Kyro coos. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Easy for him to say. Nakedness has always been normal for him. But I’ve grown up feeling nothing but shame about my body. It was something to be covered and hidden, lest I tempt someone into sin. It was too curvy and alluring, my boobs too big and enticing, which was somehow my fault. I always tried to hide those features. Until I got divorced and realized how messed up that all was. But this is pushing way past even my newfound confidence. It helps slightly that people aren’t paying as much attention to me now, too busy talking about the Ruby Diamond Horde’s quick retreat and what it might mean for the future.

Finley gives me an understanding smile and says, “Hugs later,” before she takes off into the sky again with her mate.

Midas, Jeslyn, and Adrianna are conferring about something or other, a few other dragons giving them reports after following the Ruby Diamond Horde. Seems their siren was injured and that was part of why they left so quickly. It looks like they’re headed back to Europe, but Midas sends scouts to keep an eye on them from a distance, and more to watch the east coast to ensure they don’t circle back.

Kyro comes up behind me and brushes my hair off my neck, whispering into my ear, “Your body is beautiful and natural and nothing to be ashamed of.” He kisses the tender skin of my neck. “I love you.”

Jethro wiggles his eyebrows. “What about me?”

“What about you?” Kyro asks.

Jethro huffs out a hot breath. “Well, I love you, you big grump, and now there’s nothing you can do to stop me from loving you for the rest of our lives.”

Kryo chuckles, and Jethro steps closer, sandwiching me between them. He kisses Kyro over my shoulder.

“Say it,” he whispers.

“Can’t I just show you?” Kyro takes Jethro’s face in his hands, but Jethro pulls away.

“Say it, and I’ll let you show me.”

“Brat.” Kyro reaches around me to slap Jethro’s ass. The movement pulls him against my backside, his cock notably hard despite what we just did in the pool. Twice.

“Yes, but I’m your brat.” Jethro grins, then takes my hand and kisses my palm. “Don’t worry, lovely, I won’t be a brat for you. I plan on worshiping the ground you walk on.”

“I love you,” I tell him. His grin is electric, but then his eyes shift to Kyro with a question .

Kyro steps around me, so he’s standing right in front of Jethro. He wraps the other man in a tight hug and whispers something in his ear too quietly for me to hear.

“I knew it!” Jethro exclaims with a smile so big it’s got to hurt. His eyes meet mine. “He loves me.” He whoops loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the temple. “He loves me! And I love him.” Jethro sweeps me into his arms and spins me around. “And I love her! And he loves her! And she loves us! And we’re gonna fuck and love and care for each other forever!”

I’m laughing, and Kyro’s laughing, Jethro’s contagious joy infecting us all.

“I’m taking my mates home,” Jethro hollers at the top of his lungs. “No one bother us for at least twenty-four hours!”

“You’ll be at the last night of Goddess Week,” Midas says, his voice commanding.

“Of course,” Jethro answers his king and follows it up with a wink. “But don’t expect to see us before then.”

“Come on,” Kyro touches Jethro’s shoulder. “Let’s teach our girl to fly.”