Page 8 of Tempting Her Dragons (Embracing The Bond #10)

Chapter Eight

Saphira

I feel like a teenager with a crush. As I stand in front of the mirror, I make sure everything is in place and press my palm to my stomach.

The guys are in the living room waiting for my appearance. I admit it takes time to prepare, especially when going out. On a date. With my hot mates. I don’t care that everyone is going to be there. I want to make a good impression. I want them to want me just as much as I want them.

Hearing their story was heartbreaking. I already love their mom for giving them a home; their painful journey told me a lot about them. I don’t care how many years have passed; going through such a traumatic time either makes you fall into the agony of it or rise above. Respect for their mom is evident in every word they say. They love her fiercely; it makes me want their love, too.

I want to fall. My body is flushed with heat just thinking about them.

I twist and have second thoughts about the dress. The shorts I had on were the same length. The light glistens off the multi-colored fabric. My left arm is covered from collar to wrist. My right is bare, and the top slashes over my breasts and down the side, barely covering my side to my waist.

My makeup is black and dramatic. The blush I used enhances my flushed face. I curled my long hair and pinned the right side, so I have nothing to hide the skin on display. My heels are red, high, and sexy.

I spray a light perfume from neck to feet and nod before going into the bedroom. Shoving my money into a cute matching bag, nothing is left to linger on. So I take a deep breath and open my bedroom door. I take one step and freeze.

My mates are leaning on the back of the couch, waiting for me. Hands cupping the top, legs crossed, side by side.

I should have brought a spare pair of underwear.

Strikingly hot.

King is wearing black—black slacks, a black dress shirt, and black boots. His wrist adornment stands out, the only thing on his frame that’s not black. His hair seems even brighter, and his eyes are locked on my shiny legs.

Mav tilts his head, his soft-looking hair falling into his eyes, traveling from the top of my head to my feet. His slacks are black, but he’s wearing a green dress shirt. His boots are dark green.

How do they make slacks and combat boots look so fucking good?

“Fuck, Firefly,” King rumbles, standing straight, his eyes meeting mine. My heart skips a beat at the heat I see in them.

“Fire,” Mav says. “You look like fire.” I resist the urge to put my palms on my face, instead rubbing my hand down my hip and back up. My fingers of my other hand clench my purse.

“Come here,” King demands. I remember a conversation I had with Sally about dominating men. We both agreed we would listen to the right man.

I think they are the right men.

Hoping my legs don’t give out, I walk across the space and stop in front of them.

“You both look so handsome,” I breathe, running my palm over King’s chest and then Mav’s.

“Thanks, baby,” Mav says. I melt. The heat is increasing every moment I am with them.

“Put your hands on the back of the couch,” King commands softly, and I shiver. They move further apart to make room. He takes my purse from my hand and waits.

My hands are shaking with anticipation as I do as he asks. I feel the hem of my dress creeping toward my ass as I bend. I breathe through my mouth while I wait, ready for their touch.

“Beautiful,” Mav says, stepping behind me.

“Are you ready for our touch?” King asks, joining his brother.

“Yes,” I say, my nails digging in.

“We want to ease your heat,” Mav says.

“We have been aching to feel your skin,” King whispers.

“Do you think it’s as soft as it looks, brother?” Mav asks.

“I think we should find out,” King says, and I feel the air move.

Fingertips touch the inside of both ankles, and I gasp as they slowly move up my legs. My skin is electric. I close my eyes when they reach my thighs.

“We love soft things,” King says.

“Warm things,” Mav says, and I squeeze my eyes tighter.

They reach the edge of my underwear, tracing the fabric to my hip. I drop my head when they each slip a finger inside the fabric and pull. As the lace slides down, my toes curl.

“Step out,” Mav says, so I lift one foot and then the other. My underwear appears beside my hand, and their caress begins again.

I’m going to come before they touch me where I need them the most.

“Please,” I beg.

“Patience, Firefly,” King says, his breath coasting over me.

“Fuck patience,” I growl.

“Our girl wants our touch bad,” Mav chuckles.

“We want to give it to you,” Kings says, their fingers inching closer. “But we want you on the edge.” He taps the inside of my thigh with two fingers. “Wider.” Fuck, I’ll do anything as long as they make me come.

“Good girl,” Mav says. His words soothed a place inside me that I didn’t know existed, and I wanted more.

I groan when they drag their fingers through my lips. Finally, they tease, their touch barely grazing, and then take it away. I grit my teeth, holding the words of desperation from escaping. They reward me with a deeper touch. One finger presses on my clit, while the other circles when I need it inside.

“So wet, Firefly.” King slides the tip inside. “Tight and wet.”

“You like your mates’ attention?” Mav asks.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Do you want more?” King asks.

“Of course,” I whimper.

I feel every ridge of his finger as he grants my wish. Mav swirls his thumb around and around, adding pressure with each pass. The pressure is building with every stroke. My experiences are limited. I don’t allow many men close to me, physically and especially emotionally. I could never have dreamed of feeling the emotions and pleasure my mates pull out of me. I decided to go slow when we met, but now, I want fast. I want them to take it because I freely give it.

“Mav, I think she needs more,” King rasps. “Do you want both of our fingers?”

“Yes. Both.” I widen my legs more, showing them how much I need it.

“I can smell how much,” King says. I’m glad. I have zero embarrassment. We are animals in many ways. We use our scent for knowledge. They know everything they are doing is giving me pleasure. I want more.

“Fuck,” Mav grits out, his finger moving alongside King’s. “You are going to be so tight around our cocks.”

“Fuck, yes,” I cry.

“Not yet, Firefly,” King says. “I want you to come on our hands, but not yet.”

“Yes, now,” I grumble, the pull in my stomach demanding I give in.

“Wait,” Mav says.

“We want you to hold it,” King adds.

“I can’t,” I deny.

“You can,” King stresses but increases their speed.

“King,” I whine.

“You’re not wet enough,” he says, and I strongly disagree. I’ve never been this wet, but I hold my tongue.

“Her pussy is dripping,” Mav says. “So swollen in her need.”

“Yes, it is. Let’s see if we can make her gush,” King says.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp. Their mouths kiss the back of my knees, and then their tongues lick. They press open mouth kisses up my legs and back down. “Fuck me.” This is out of my dreams. Two men worshiping at my feet. Although they control every movement, and when I come, I gladly give over that control.

“Stunning,” King says. “You are so good, baby.” He sucks my skin on the base of my ass. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, King, yes.” I push back, causing their fingers deeper.

“She’s ready. Our hands are already covered in her juice,” Mav informs him. Later I will blush at his statement, but right now, I need to come so fucking bad.

“Come, Firefly,” King demands, and that’s all it takes.

“King,” I moan. I thrust and grind. “Mav,” I whimper. The orgasm cascades over me, rolling over and over. My legs shake from the intensity. Just when I think it’s ebbing, two tongues lick the wetness dripping down the insides of my thighs, following the trail up, and it starts again.

“Delicious,” King says against my skin.

“I’ve never tasted something so sweet,” Mav says.

If they don’t shut up, I won’t be able to walk to the party.

I lean heavily against the cushions, unable to hold myself up anymore. My eyes drift shut, enjoying the aftershocks.

“Lift,” King says, tapping my foot. They slip my underwear back in place.

“I need to change those,” I say.

“You will not,” he says. “I want every fucker there to know you belong to us.”

“So barbaric,” I say softly, and I fucking love it.

“If you bend over, showing anyone what belongs to us,” Mav starts, pulling the hem down as far as it will go as I straighten. “We will blister that ass.” Two hands pat my cheeks.

I should feel annoyed by the statement, but my pussy contracts.

The car ride to the club was filled with my chatter. I gladly sunk into the buttery leather seat of their sleek, black car. The coolness of the leather gave me a brief relief from the heat their touch caused, but it didn’t take long to rise again. Smelling their scent in the closed vehicle set my nerves on fire. Everything about them turns me on.

So, I gave a rundown of everyone coming, their animal, and my relationship with them. For the first half of the ride, I stared at King’s hand on the gearshift. For the second half, I kept my eyes on my window since watching his hand only made me hot.

I wait as they insisted they come to my door. I press my knees together so I don’t flash all the goods, even though they barely give me enough room to step out. I feel like a queen as they stand on either side of me, my hands cupping their bent elbows as we walk to the front of the line. I get several dirty looks when the bouncer nods at me and steps aside.

It’s still early, but the line is long, and the club is almost full.

Jax and his brothers own Club West, which they recently expanded and remodeled. The club has two long bars, a huge dance floor, a stage, booths, and VIP rooms. You can see customers leaning over the rail from the second floor, watching the action below. There are two sets of stairs to get up to the rooms and another bar on the second floor.

“Upstairs,” I say, nodding. The panthers set us up in the biggest VIP room.

King pulls ahead of me, and Mav falls behind. They both take a hand, sandwiching me between them, and I smile. A girl could get used to this.

I was afraid they would be put off or nervous about our command attendance with the family, but they are calm. Steady. My anxiety is flaring.

This is important. These people are important. I have to have them accept my mates. I want King and Mav to feel at home. I won’t be able to give them up even if it goes bad. It would kill me to have to choose.

King starts up the stairs, and Mav is at my heels, his palm pressing against my ass. I have to smile; his possessiveness and worry over my dress pleases me.

King turns at the top and lifts a brow. “Third room down,” I inform him. He continues over the balcony walkway in front of the open-style rooms. I hear Sally’s laughter, and it puts me at ease. I know I have my friend on my side.

“Holy shit,” she squeals as she spots us. “Saph, your men are fine.” She sprints over, wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging me tight. I can’t squeeze back since my mates won’t release my hands.

“Hey, Sally.” She pulls back, her hands patting my hips.

“I love this dress,” she says. “You look like fire.” I look over my shoulder at Mav, and he smirks. “You said the shorts were too short.” I roll my eyes.

“You want to let them in the room?” Laken grumbles, and it’s Sally’s turn for an eye roll.

“Of course, big man,” she says, sliding away.

Everyone is here. I mean everyone. The room is open, with three long couches along the walls and a round table in the middle filled with food. The guys face them, guiding me between them.

“I will say this once,” I say, glaring. “This is Kingston and Maverick.” I pull up our joined hands with their names. “Be nice. No grilling them. If they want to volunteer information, they will. They are my mates, so I expect good behavior from all of you.”

“I was nice,” Ryker says dryly.

“I didn’t kill them,” Laken says, his arm wrapped around Penny’s waist.

“Laken,” Penny warns. “You will be nice.” I love Penny; she has become a sister.

“It was a close call,” Bishop says seriously, but his eyes crinkle.

Micah is stretched out in his seat, Daisy perched on his thigh, silent.

“What about you?” I ask, my eyes narrowed.

“They’re alive, aren’t they,” he says, and Daisy shakes her head, leaving his lap.

“Can I hug my friend?” she asks my mates.

“Of course,” King says, and they release my hands.

“You look gorgeous,” Daisy says, pulling me close.

“Thanks.” I hold her close. We started off roughly. She didn’t like my relationship with Micah but was recently mated and territorial. She still is, but she knows I would never do anything to threaten her bond. Plus, Micah is a father figure. It took some time, but we became incredibly close.

“You didn’t wear any jewelry,” she teases as she steps back. Daisy is the best pickpocket. Sometimes, she can’t help doing it, even with the family. We humor her, and Micah replaces what she takes.

“Not tonight,” I laugh. “Nothing went with the dress.”

“You shine bright enough,” King says quietly. I hear the resounding sigh of delight from all the women. The men grumble, knowing they will have to step up their game.

“Thanks, King,” I say, leaning in and kissing his lips.

“Are we going to eat?” River asks, but his hand is gripping a taco.

“Wolf, you’ve been eating for ten minutes,” Bash says. River is a wolf shifter, and he magically has food in his hands at all times. I think he’s hilarious. Bash is constantly annoyed with him.

“I haven’t taken a bite.” He motions with his taco. “I was being polite.”

“Polite,” Bash snorts.

“Let’s eat,” Harmony says. She has long black hair and a killer body. She was the beginning of our family. She mated three brothers, and it snowballed from there. I don’t spend much time with her, but she is gracious and tough.

She breaks the tension, and everyone wanders around the food.

“What do you want, baby?” Mav asks.

“A little of everything.” He nods, and King guides me to the end of one of the couches. He waits until I sit and takes a seat to my left. I cross my legs toward him, and his warm hand cups my thigh. Shit, I can’t get turned on. It’s bad enough everyone in the room can probably smell what we did before we came.

“Sally mentioned you love rabbits,” Micah says across from us.

“Mentioned,” Quinn rumbles. He’s a bear shifter. Steph is his mate, and he holds her close. “She wouldn’t shut up about it.”

“It’s an important fact,” Sally snaps, walking over with her plate.

“We do,” King says as Mav sits on my other side, handing me a full plate. “Our mom is a rabbit shifter.”

“Your mom?” Micah asks, and Sally’s hand stops halfway to her mouth.

“Yes. Our parents were tortured and murdered when we were children. We were kidnapped and held captive for four years. She rescued us and told us how to kill them. She took us in and has been our mom since we were twelve,” King explains bluntly. Everyone’s attention bounces between King and Mav.

“Besides the blanket she snuck us while we were held in a closet, her fur was the softest thing we have felt,” Mav says. “Until Saphira.” I feel the red bursting across my cheeks. “Her hair is very soft.” He winks at me.

“I’m sorry,” Micah says softly. “I’m glad she was there for you.”

“Your parents were killed?” Laken asks roughly.

“Separate parents,” King says. “They were best friends.”

“King is my brother,” Mav says aggressively.

“Of course he is,” Bishop says.

“We understand,” Laken says with a new respect in his eyes.

“What’s her name?” Sally asks softly.

“Roxanne,” King says. “She will be here soon.”

“We told her not to come yet, but she doesn’t listen,” Mav says.

“I would love to meet her,” Sally says.

“She will be thrilled,” King says. “You remind me of her. She’s the best thing that happened to us.” Another round of sighs come from the women. “Until Saphira.” I swallow hard and put my hand over his.

“Fuck,” River says with a mouth full of food. “I thought there would be blood. How are we supposed to dislike them?”

My attention bounces between my mates with a dreamy little smile.

Yes, how could I not like them? I’m already past that, and the word love floats around in my head.

It only took two days to start to fall.