Page 7 of Dragon Rivals of New York (Dragons of New York #3)

Chapter 7

Sora

W ell, I said I wanted new experiences. But two dragons fighting over who I would ride to a hidden temple wasn’t really what I was thinking.

“We’re going to my temple, so she’s coming with me,” Kyro says as he takes off the black tuxedo jacket he wore to the wedding. I’ve never seen a man fill out a tux the way he does, and I’m a little sad to see him take it off. Until I realize what it means that he’s taking off his jacket. The jacket won’t be the only thing to go.

“Can’t we just take a cab or something?” I ask, trying to defuse the tension between the two men.

“You can only get to a dragon temple if you’re a dragon, or touching a dragon,” Jethro explains.

We’re standing on the massive patio that wraps Jethro’s penthouse apartment where the wedding took place. It was beautiful. As was the reception. Apparently, Jethro always hosts a party on the first night of Goddess Week, but this year the annual party included a wedding and a few guests from the Silver Horde. It was a pre-party for the real celebration, which starts at the Silver Horde’s temple at midnight. It’s now eleven fifty.

“Alright, fine,” Jethro says, pulling the jacket he already discarded back on. “You make a good point. You fly. I’ll ride with Sora.”

Kyro’s mouth drops open. “I’m not carrying you there.”

“Would you rather ride me?” Jethro winks.

Kyro’s mouth tightens into a scowl. He turns to face me. “What do you want, Ara’ha?”

Great, I’m already having to choose between them. This is exactly what I don’t want. I glance around, looking for Finley and Cyrus, thinking maybe I can ride with her. But the bride and groom are already gone.

Two other groomsmen, Damian and Otto, are still here, though. From what I’ve heard from Finley, the two becoming friends is a small miracle after the animosity their hordes held for each other until a year ago.

“Otto,” I call. “Would you mind taking me to the temple? ”

He gives me a gaping wide-eyed stare. I feel a little bad for asking, but I won’t let Jethro and Kyro put me in the middle of their petty arguments, either. If they can’t manage their jealous insecurities, I know exactly what my decision will be at the end of this week.

“Um…” Otto scratches the back of his neck. “Maybe it would be best if you went with one of your mates?”

Damian steps up. “I could carry all three of you.”

“Are you sure? That seems like a heavy—”

“I’m sure.” Damian gives me a smile that makes two growls ring behind me.

“No. I’ll fly,” Kyro says. “Jethro can,” he pulls in a breath, “ride me with you.”

“I love this plan.” Jethro rubs his hands together while Kyro unbuttons his shirt.

I don’t know where to look. To the side of me, Otto, Damian, and a whole slew of other dragons from both hordes are undressing. Which is understandable, since they’re all wearing expensive clothes they won’t want destroyed when they shift into dragons. Finley told me they don’t have the same feelings about nudity that we have, but knowing that doesn’t stop the heat from climbing my chest to my neck. I can count on one hand the number of people I’ve seen naked in my life, but now I’m about to triple that.

I rub the silk of my dress between my thumb and fingers and look out over the city. The twinkling lights of the buildings calm my mind a little.

“Turn around Sora,” Kyro’s voice comes from just behind me.

“Listen to your mate,” Jethro says with that damn wink of his.

I swallow and turn. Kyro is completely naked. Not a scrap of fabric covers his body from my view. I try to keep my eyes on his face, but when he steps back, it’s nearly impossible.

He puts his hands on his hips, legs wide, confident and unashamed. What would it feel like to be so free? Even with my ex, I never felt that. There was always the pressure to be a little thinner, a little more put together. He’d make comments now and then. Nothing that seemed too horrible at first. In fact, it was the same type of thing I’d heard from my mom my whole life, so it just seemed normal. And true.

I believed what they told me and internalized it so much that I didn’t want to have sex with the lights on. He didn’t want to either. Or at least, he never put up a fight about it. Never wanted to look at me. It wasn’t until my most recent one-night stand, after almost a year of therapy, that I tried keeping the lights on, but I still hid my stomach under lingerie .

Kyro hides nothing. His body isn’t perfect by the standards I’ve been told I should want. He's big and muscular, but not hard or defined. He’s got the kind of strength that comes from manual labor, not a gym. It would probably be no problem for him to bench press me.

And his body isn’t the only thing that’s big. His cock is… gigantic. Hard. And sticking straight out like a homing beacon locked onto me. I can’t look away from it, and it grows. Thickening. Lengthening. Scales popping out along his skin.

Dragon dong.

“Show off,” Jethro mutters beside me.

Kyro smirks, and then his whole body shimmers and shifts.

I’ve seen Jethro in his dragon form, and he’s big, but Kyro is massive. He only fits on the patio because everyone else has left now, and he curls himself up in a ball. He drops his head and hot breath tickles my ankles.

“Shall we?” Jethro offers his hand and helps me onto Kyro’s back before climbing on behind me. He kicks Kyro’s side with his heel and yells, “Giddy up!”

Kyro’s head twists around, and his glare is pure fire, but he spreads his wings as much as he can and leaps into the air. My breath shoots out of my body in a gasp. I knew this was going to happen, but it’s still shocking. I’m flying on a dragon !

Jethro wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. “Think I can make you come before we get there?”

“You… you want to make me come right now?”

“I always want to make you come, lovely.” His breath is warm on my ear, but a shiver slides down my spine. “Hmm, but maybe this time I’ll just tease you.” He nips at my earlobe. “Will you help me out, Ky?”

Kyro’s body undulates like a wave. Jethro pushes me forward, tilting me so my clit presses against Kyro’s smooth scales. He kisses my neck, slowly easing the straps of my dress down off my shoulder. I’m wearing a white strapless bra that matches my lacy white thong. I may or may not have worn the set in case an opportunity like this arose.

Jethro’s hands drag over my skin and into my hair, freeing it from the updo I spent hours on this morning. My eyes close as I give in to his touch and the rocking sensation of Kyro’s body beneath me. The cool wind on my chest and face. The warmth of the dragon between my legs.

Jethro unhooks my bra, and I open my eyes just in time to see him drop it, letting it flutter down over the City of New York.

“What the—”

“You won’t need it tonight.” His hands cup my breasts. “No one will be wearing clothes at the temple. You don’t have to be naked if you don’t want, but no one will mind your tits being free of their constraints. And doesn’t it feel good to be free?”

Fuck, it does feel good. He’s skillfully teasing my nipples between his fingers, kissing and licking and sucking on my neck, pressing me against Kyro in a way that rubs my clit just right. I moan, feeling the pleasure mount. But before it can get anywhere, Jethro pulls back.

I twist to look at him with a frown.

He smirks and takes off his jacket, dropping it. His shirt goes next, revealing his bare chest. The one night we were together, I still wasn’t ready to have the light on, so I didn’t get to see his body. He complied with my request, but unlike my husband, he didn’t seem happy about it. Sitting astride a dragon, facing away from him, I don’t have the best view, but twisting allows me to see more than I got to see the last time he was naked with me.

His chest and abs are chiseled perfection. He’s muscular, but leaner than Kyro, with more definition. He’s the epitome of a male specimen. A man that should be immortalized in sculpture.

While I watch, his claws pop from his fingers, and he rips his pants with a grin, letting them slide off his legs and down to the city below. Someone is going to be very confused when they find them. The thought makes me giggle, but the sound gets cut short when I glance down. Jethro’s cock is just as beautiful as he is. Like the rest of him, it’s not as big as Kyro, but it’s longer. My thighs clench, remembering how deep inside me it touched.

“Turn around. I want you facing me, lovely,” he says.

I shake my head. Scales are slippery enough. There’s no way I’m attempting to turn around while hundreds of feet above the ground.

“Kyro won’t let you fall.” He pats Kyro’s side. “Will you?”

Fire shoots from Kyro’s mouth. I’m not sure how to take that response, but Jethro laughs.

“He doesn’t like the idea of me fucking you on his back.”

“Then, no.” I lean forward and wrap my arms around Kyro’s neck.

“Alright, Ara’ha, but I think it’s an experience you’d like one day.”

“I’m not going to do something Kyro’s not comfortable with.”

“Kyro’s going to need to get on board, because I’m not giving you up.” Jethro presses into my back, pushing me flush against the dragon’s back. “And I know he’s not either. ”

Kyro puffs smoke.

There’s a moment of silence before I whisper, “What if I choose to give you both up?”

My heart hurts just thinking about it, but I know I can’t deal with their fighting for the rest of my life—which will be incredibly long if I become a dragon. And even if they could get along and Kyro could “get on board” as Jethro says, I don’t want to be locked into a lifelong relationship. I don’t want to belong to a man again. I want to be mine, not someone else’s.

Jethro sighs in my ear. “I wish I could say that I’d let you go, if that’s what you want, Ara’ha…” The way he kisses my temple makes my chest squeeze tight. “But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop fighting for you. For us.”

Kyro’s head nods slowly up and down to the rhythm of his body.