Page 15 of Tempting Her Dragons (Embracing The Bond #10)

Chapter Fifteen

Saphira

I tug on the bottom of my nightgown as I twist in front of the mirror.

Is it too much?

While Maverick was securing the house, assuring me Kingston would be able to get in without a key by moving the lock with his mind, I sprinted to my room. I rifled through my drawer for something to wear and grabbed a silky green nighty. I don’t wear it often, but I thought he would like it. The thin straps are barely holding the fabric over my breasts. The deep vee isn’t helping. It touches the top of my feet but has two long slits to the top of my thighs.

I wanted to feel pretty and sexy.

I have never wanted anything more than Mav and King. I want my time with Mav to be special. I need him to ease the need. He’s sexy and causes a yearning in my body.

Hearing more about him makes me feel closer to him and erases many of my doubts. I need to listen to my body and my heart.

He’s in bed. I heard his clothes hit the floor, and I stalled. I brushed my teeth and hair and ran my hands over my legs, grateful I shaved them yesterday.

I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.

As I turn off the light and leave the bathroom, my eyes lock on a shirtless Mav spread out on the bed. His arms are folded under his head, and his attention swings my way. His gaze flares with heat as he looks up and down my body. I take steady steps to the bed, the slowest I have ever moved. He doesn’t move out of the way as I climb up, and I end up on all fours over him. The fabric slides away from my legs.

“Beautiful,” he rumbles.

“Thank you,” I whisper. I don’t know what to do. I usually like to be in control of every situation, but with them, I feel shy.

“What do you want, baby?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. I want his touch, and I want to touch him, but don’t know where to start.

“Do you want me to guide you?”

“Please.” He looks down at my body, and I shiver.

“What’s your word?”

“Collar.”

“Good girl.” He breathes deep. “I can smell your need.”

“Shit,” I whisper, totally turned on.

“Crawl up my body. I want your tits close to my mouth.” I lick my lips as I slide up, his words causing warmth to rise to my face. “Yes, baby.” My thighs touch his bare sides. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, his dragon is watching me, calling to the dragon inside me. She wants him desperately. “I’m going to leave my hands behind my head for now, and I want you to do everything I say.”

“Okay,” I say, my heart beating fast.

“I love your nightgown,” he says. “Did you pick it out with me in mind?”

“Yes.”

He caresses me with his eyes.

“Thank you. Are you wearing panties?”

“No.”

“Good girl,” he hums, and I groan. “Do you like praise?” I nod frantically. “Expect a lot of it.” He touches his tongue to the corner of his mouth. “I want you to take your tits out,” he says.

“You do?” I ask and I don’t know why the question popped out.

“Yes,” he smirks. “King got a taste, but I haven’t yet.” He tips his chin up. “Feed them to me.”

I shudder. “Yes, Sir,” I say, once again surprised the words slipped out. I’m not going to question the need to call him that. I balance on my left hand and slip the fabric away from my breasts. The straps easily fall from my shoulders. I groan as they tumble out. I slowly palm the underside of my breast, push up, and hold it over his mouth. I tremble in anticipation.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers, his breath floating over my sensitive skin. He circles my nipple with his split tongue, and I look down at him in fascination. I’m amazed at how much he can make me feel with one touch. He covers the nipple, tasting lovingly. “I want you to come from me sucking your tits,” he demands. “Are you ready?” My other palm hits the bed beside his head as he takes over.

“Yes,” I gasp, and he sucks hard. I throw my head as he goes from one nipple to the other, greedily taking what I’m offering. The pleasure in his scent adds to mine as he explores every inch. The heat from his body and the way he commands me makes my heat rise. I had my doubts that I could come without any other stimulation, but he’s making me a believer. My hips move over his stomach.

“No,” he commands. “Do not move.” I hold back the growl. “Listen,” he warns right before he pulls my nipple deep in his mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan. It takes all my effort to keep from rotating my hips. He’s tempting, just out of reach. He uses his tongue, teeth, and lips to drive my need higher. I’m wet and swollen even though I’ve had very little stimulation. My scent is strong and gets stronger with every pull of his mouth. His scent blends with mine and calls to the animal in me. She is ready to be taken. The noises that echo around the room turn me on even more. “Sir,” I whimper.

“Find it, baby,” he encourages, his words giving me permission to fall into the feelings pulling at my center. “You can.” He licks the underside of each breast and slowly moves closer to my nipples. Over and over, he worships me.

That is what this feels like. Worship.

“Sir, please,” I beg, not knowing what I am begging for. My arms shake, weakened by the lust and need inside me, and I struggle to hold myself up.

“Come, baby. Now,” he commands, and for some reason, it releases something inside me.

I have never been a woman who responds well to a man telling me what to do. I never thought I would melt when a man demanded my submission. I am. I do. I come. My pussy pulsing around nothing. Waves of euphoria roll over me in ways I didn’t think possible.

I drop to his chest as my body trembles, and I groan as my sensitive breasts press tight against his hot skin. He drops his arm and caresses my back. I slowly regain my senses and feel his hard cock. It was too fast, and I want more. I’m not ready for our time to be over.

Sliding down, my eyes find his, and his hand moves as I do, tangling in my hair when I stop. I reach for his pants.

“Baby, this was about you,” he says, his voice rough. I can hear the need he won’t admit.

“I want it to be about you, too,” I respond as I lower his zipper. He lifts his hips as I widen the denim.

Sucking cock isn’t my favorite thing. Let’s be honest, a penis is the least attractive thing about a man. The one thing I do enjoy is the reaction. Mav watches hungrily as I palm him. His breathing escalates, and his hand contracts in my hair. I lick from base to tip, and he hisses through his teeth. I am definitely not an expert on giving blowjobs, but I will give it my best shot.

He moves his legs apart to make room, and I kneel between them. I take him in my mouth, and he lifts his hips. I keep my eyes on his, taking in every breath and movement. I want to give him as much pleasure as he has given me.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps. “Harder.” I give him what he wants. “I love your mouth. So fucking hot.” He drops his other hand and fists the sheet at his side. I take that as a good sign.

What I lack in technique, I make up for with enthusiasm. I take him as far as I can without gagging and am rewarded with a deep growl. My hair falls around my face, and he gathers it in his fist when it blocks his view. His stomach flexes, and a deep rumble comes from his chest. I slowly gain speed, sucking hard with every upstroke. The slurping sound is obscene, and I never thought hearing it would give me such satisfaction. I grip the base of him, squeezing.

“Saph, I’m going to come,” he groans. His eyes brighten, and the natural blue bleeds with green. His mouth opens, and his teeth elongate. I double my efforts, eager for him to lose control. I want him to come into my mouth. “Baby,” he garbles, and he releases. For the first time, he looks away as he presses his head deeper into the pillow. I swallow quickly.

I become loving, using my tongue to caress as I pull back. His hand drops heavily from my hair to the bed as I sit back on my heels, and I watch his chest heave. I restrain myself from asking if I did well. Ultimately, if he comes, I believe it was successful.

“Come here,” he demands, and I crawl over him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against him. “Thank you, baby. That was fucking amazing.”

“Really?” I ask and bite my lip.

“Saph, you did so good,” he says, and I grin, absurdly pleased with myself. “I wasn’t expecting it. I loved it.”

“Good,” I mumble. He moves to his side, and I drop beside him. He zips his pants but leaves them unbuttoned. I meet his eyes, and he cups the side of my face.

“You can do that anytime you want,” he smirks.

“Ditto,” I smirk back and he laughs.

“You didn’t feel the urge to use your word?” he asks.

“No. I trust you, and I didn’t feel any of the panic I did before.” I think it was an isolated incident.

“That’s good.” He kisses me. “Don’t ever forget to use it in the future if you panic.”

“I won’t,” I promise, and the warmth and trust for him expands.

“Are you tired now?”

“Yes.” He moves his arm underneath me and lays on his back, pulling me into his side. “What about King?” I have no idea how much time passed.

“He’s fine.”

“How do you know?” I relax, sliding my hand over his stomach.

“I can feel him,” he says. “Really?”

“We are bonded in a way. Being together for as long as we have as best friends and brothers, we can communicate in our dragon form, but also to some degree in our human bodies.” He throws the sheet over us. My brothers can connect emotionally and mentally on another level even in their human forms.

“I suppose that makes sense.” My eyes droop. The orgasm and being snuggled up to my hot dragon relaxes me.

“When the bond is complete, we will be able to communicate with you, too,” he says.

“I can’t wait,” I mutter. My tired brain doesn’t register the words as I fall asleep next to my mate.

I roll toward the warm body that joins us sometime later. I smell the yummy scent of King, along with the scent of the night. I kiss his bare chest. His hand slides over my hip and under my nightgown as he pulls me close.

“Sweet nighty, Firefly,” he whispers.

“Thanks, Mav liked it,” I say, hovering on the border of asleep and awake.

“I bet he did.” His chest vibrates. “Did you have a good time?”

“Uh-huh…”

“I’m glad. Sleep.”

“Okay.”

I stretch my arms over my head, my palms hitting the wall as I open my eyes. I’m alone in bed. I hear voices in the kitchen and smell food, and I smile.

I could get used to this. Two hot men keeping me warm and safe through the night and feeding me in the morning. My time with Maverick was perfect. I feel closer to them every minute we spend together. My dragon pushes her feelings of impatience through our bond. She would rather complete the bond with them and get to know them later. The animal side of us doesn’t understand the human’s emotions.

As much as I love spending time with both of them together, it is nice to spend quality time with them individually. I should make it a point to be with Kingston alone today.

I jump from the bed, energized and excited for the day. After using the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I grab my robe and swing open the bedroom door. Kingston is at the stove, and Maverick is setting out the plates.

“Morning,” I sing. When their attention turns my way, I hear a car stop in the driveway. I switch directions and move to the door, shrugging on the fabric to cover my nightgown.

“Firefly,” Kingston calls.

“I haven’t had this many visitors since I moved here,” I say dryly, my hand on the doorknob.

“Baby,” Mav says as they leave the kitchen.

I swing open the door just as Heath reaches the bottom step. “Heath, what are you doing here?” I ask. Heath has become my friend and contact for some of my kills. He has never come to my house.

“Morning, doll,” he says. “I wanted to check in.” He stops when he sees Kingston and Maverick at my back.

“Firefly,” Kingston says, grasping my hip. “Do me a favor.”

“What?” I look over my shoulder.

“Go put some clothes on,” he says. His face is calm, but his eyes are serious and swirling dangerously. I look down and realize I didn’t tie the belt on my silky robe, and my nipples are playing peek-a-boo with the fabric.

I decide not to argue. “I’ll be right back.” I look at Heath. “Come in.” I push through my dragons and hurry to the bedroom.

Shit. I didn’t think about my mates and their possessiveness when I opened the door or my lack of dress. I hurry and strip. I almost fall on my ass as I jump into some jeans. My fingers fumble with the zipper and button in my rush and nervousness. I don’t want to leave them alone too long. I yank a shirt off the hanger, causing it to fall on the floor, but I don’t look back as I sprint to the bathroom, looking for my bra. I hit my hand on the wall next to the sink as I push my arm through the strap once I found it on the floor.

Heath is a new friend, but he means something to me. I see the loneliness in his eyes and the pain he covers with his standoffish behavior. He’s been nice to me, and I have never thought of him as anything but a friend and perhaps a brother. Sure, I’ve admired his looks and the way he carries himself, but I don’t think of him as anything more. I appreciate his trust in my abilities, not only because I am a woman but because he considers me an equal. Heath is powerful. I can feel it in my bones whenever I am around him. I may not know what he is, but I really don’t care as long as he allows me to be his friend.

I leave the bathroom, yanking my shirt over my head.

“I’m not a threat to you,” Heath says, and I quickly open the door.

“What’s going on?” I ask. King is standing with his arms crossed beside Mav. They barely allowed Heath to enter the house. I look at my mate’s fierce expression and then at Heath. He looks amused.

“I was reassuring your mates,” Heath answers. I stride fast to stand between them.

“Why would you be a threat to me?” I ask. He has never acted inappropriately toward me.

“It’s natural,” Heath says. “They are protective.”

“He’s my friend,” I say, looking at King and then Mav. “He helps me.”

“Helps you?” King asks.

I go on after Heath gives me a slight nod. “The man I killed the other night was someone Heath told me about. Sometimes, he supplies me with information.” I would have told them after speaking with Heath. I didn’t want to reveal a part of his life if he didn’t want me to.

“He’s your contact,” Mav says slowly.

“He’s one,” I say and bite my lip. I have to talk to my other contact. “I didn’t want to say anything yet without talking to him.”

“I hear about a lot of abusive men.” Heath leans against the closed door. “I spent some time speaking to Saphira recently, and she confided in me about her activities. I needed someone I could trust to take care of problems.”

“Why can’t you take care of them?” King asks.

“I have a business that takes up much of my time,” he says. “I have to have complete control over my animal. The men I send to Saphira would test that control.” I narrow my eyes as a silent message travels between them.

“You know what his animal is,” I accuse my mates.

“We do,” King says.

“It’s nice to not be asked for a change,” Heath grumbles.

“Why can’t I know?” I ask, hurt.

“I don’t want them to tell you,” Heath says, lowering his gaze. I study his body language. His hand is white on his cane, and his shoulders are tense. I’ve never seen him so unsure.

“Why?” I ask softly, and he looks up.

“I’m not ready,” he says, but he’s lying. A part of him may not be, but I think the real reason is he is afraid of scaring me. I look into his eyes for a moment.

“I’ll listen when you are,” I promise, and his body relaxes.

“Thank you.” He clears his throat. “I hear there is trouble.”

“Nothing we can’t handle,” Mav says.

“How did you hear?” King asks, his eyes narrowing. I assume Sally said something after Roxanne shared during their slumber party together. Sally is a big fan of Heath’s, and I know they speak regularly.

“I want to offer my assistance,” Heath says, glossing over the question. “Just in case you need it.”

“We—”

“Thank you,” I interrupt King, widening my eyes at him. “We appreciate the offer.”

“Of course.” Heath nods.

“Have you eaten?” I ask.

“I haven’t,” he says, grinning.

“I can make more if there is only enough for three,” I offer, looking between my mates.

“We made plenty,” King says.

“Great,” I say. “Should we eat?” I ask, touching King’s arm, and his face softens.

“Of course, Firefly,” he says. “Heath, join us.” I squeeze his arm.

I prepare myself for the most uncomfortable breakfast ever with my mates and the mysterious man who has become a big part of my life.