“Um, from what I understand…” I bide my time, but every woman I’ve ever heard talk about it said the same thing—they didn’t come. Or at least, they didn’tthinkthey did. “From what I understand, women like the feeling of it. It feels good to be wanted. Touched. Loved. So I guess they don’t care as much about, um… actual orgasms as much as men do.”
“What the fuck?” Aric hisses so loudly that a disgruntled snore echoes in the back of the cave.
The line between Latham’s eyebrows is so deep now it’s grown from curiosity to outright concern.
“They don’t care about coming?” he asks blatantly.
I half shrug, half shake my head.
The few dates I’d been on in the past never lead to actual sex, but the fun times we did have in the back of cars and movie theaters didn’t lead to an orgasm either. But it was still nice. It was nice to be with someone who actually wanted to spend time with me… to kiss me… to touch me…
Orgasm wasn’t important compared to that.
“And the men, they don’t care about making their partner come?” Latham’s tone grows more and more outraged as he speaks.
Once more, I do that stupid shrugging shake.
“Lazy is what it is.” Aric grunts. “Fucking is an event. Make her come before, and it’ll be better during. Make her come during, and it’ll be even better after. And shit, make her come after and—”
“Okay! I get it. You fucking drown in orgasms, I get it!” My cheeks are so damn hot I have to shove out of his embrace and stumble into the abrupt coldness.
Both men stare at me, bewildered.
“Um.” I swallow harshly, but my pussy is pulsing so hard there’s clearly not any blood flow left for my brain. “Uh… truth or dare?” I swing my attention up to the cocky dragon shifter.
A smile tips his lips.
“Dare.”
Of course he chooses dare.
Of course he does. He doesn’t give one flying dragon fuck about streaking across the snowy mountain naked. Probably does it all the time just for a bit of exercise.
Asshole.
“Fine.” I fold my arms and try to regain some control over this game.
Words flit through my mind like a grown woman playing flower girl, tossing words at me that I know I shouldn’t say.
I dare you to kiss me.She tosses a few petals of ideas into my brain.
I dare you to fuck me.She scatters more merrily.
I dare you to make me come before, during, and after.She sprinkles the stupid petals all around like a raining parade of bad ideas.
My wolf practically purrs, loving the sound of each dirty, sinful thought.
“I dare you to kiss Latham,” I blurt.
The grown-ass flower girl drops the basket of petals as she glares at me and the words I just spoke that don’t benefit my throbbing pussy whatsoever.
Aric blinks at me in confusion, and to be honest, I’m fucking confused at myself too. Latham smirks to himself as Aric lifts his hands in what appears to be frustration in front of him. Yeah… I turned our sexy talk of wet orgasms into a dry two-man sausage fest.
I hate me too, buddy.
Latham steps forward, and though Aric seems flat-out confused about my choice of dare, he slides his long fingers through Latham’s messy black hair and pulls him in good and close. My mouth falls open as the two men lock eyes, even as their lashes lower ever so slowly, the space between them slipping away with every passing second. Aric’s fingers tighten as he claims the kiss. Latham’s hand slides up, pushing at his friend’s shirt until it lifts slightly and hard lines and inky swirls of tattoos glide beneath his palm. Their tongues meet with a single delicious flick just before their lips seal sweetly.
I think I just discovered a new part of me I didn’t know existed.
