My throat closes. I can barely breathe. I don’t blink, not willing to miss a second, and my thighs shift against one another so hard the pressure only frustrates the neediness that’s already rising.
Aric tugs lightly at Latham’s inky locks as he kisses him once more before both men pull back with a pair of slicing smiles clinging to their lips.
Deep down, I know I should close my mouth. I shouldn’t leave it open and gaping as I watch the two of them like a total fucking creep. But I just can’t reasonably think clearly enough to actually do it.
Then they’re looking at me, still huddled close, still touching lightly as the two of them turn their heads and appraise me like I’m their next meal.
“Truth or dare?” Aric asks with a rumbling tone full of sinful want.
I somehow remember to close my mouth and take an actual breath of air.
Dare.
Dare.
Dare.
“Truth,” I squeak.
Fuck!
No!
Ask for a redo! And panties, for fuck’s sake!
Aric’s smile is a cruel, predatory expression filled with bad, bad decisions.
“Is it true you want me to kiss you like I just kissed Latham?” His sexy, gravelly words are carefully spoken, and I can tell he simply rephrased his original dare into a truth that will screw me either way.
Yes.
The answer is a hard, irrefutable yes.
My tongue slips over my lips, and both men follow that small movement like they can taste me just by watching. There’s always been this back and forth, double-sided coin of a personality inside of me. The quietness is that little girl who was never accepted in life. The one who loved deeply but never received it in return. And the fearlessness inside of me is the wolf who wouldn’t let me shrink away into the submissive servant everyone wanted that little girl to become.
I want to be the latter. I want to be her so fucking badly.
And that’s all I think about as I stride forward, my steps assured and dominant as I walk right up to the intimidating dragon shifter, and run my fingers up his worn shirt to feel the hard lines of his chest underneath as I hold his taunting fiery gaze. Anxiety and recklessness run rampant within me. Even as I stretch against him as high as I can reach and hover my lips just over his.
“It’s true,” I whisper against him. His eyes flash with a dare. His head lowers closer. My back arches so hard my breasts meld against him. My lashes flutter. Then his tongue slides torturously slowly against mine.
He claims me with a single thrust of his fingers through the locks of hair at the base of my neck. The dominating feel of his hand takes control of my entire body as he pulls me as close as he can get me, his hard body colliding with mine in a rush of power that sparks all across my flesh. My hands slide beneath his shirt just as Latham’s had moments ago, and the hot spark of his skin meeting mine is an addiction I didn’t know was possible. Deeper he kisses me. His mouth taunts mine just as much as his words always have. His other hand jerks at my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh until I’m lined up just right to feel the hard bulge beneath his jeans.
A whimper slips from my lips on a gasp of breath that my manic dragon eats right up as he consumes my lips, my tongue, the very air I breathe.
From behind me, a gentler touch skims up my waist and over my ribs before stopping abruptly at the curve of my breasts. Warm breath kisses the back of my neck as hesitant lips hover along my ear.
“Rhys,” Latham rasps against my skin, his nose running the length of my jawline and down the curve of my neck.
Another needy breath hums through me as I grind my ass against the man who holds me so sweetly from behind.
“Rhys,” he whispers once more, and my lashes flutter as I pull away from Aric to look into his bright, sun-kissed blue eyes.
Because the sun has risen.
The night has passed.
And that spell of complete confidence within me wanes as I realize what we have right now won’t last. Not even for a minute longer.
