Glancing up, I realize they’re all staring at me, mouths hanging open.
Reaching for my hair, I start smoothing down the strands. “Do I look like a wreck?”
Alaric clears his throat. “Not even a little bit.”
Lucien changes the subject. “So, who’s better in bed, the Hollowborn or us dragon riders?”
I cross the room and sit on the bed crosslegged, thinking. “I don’t think you guys really want to know…”
That seems to snag all of their interest. “Seriously, we want to know,” Lucien says, then more quietly, “I was your best, right?”
I laugh and shake my head. “You don’t really want to know.”
Gareth’s eyes are dark as he watches me. “We’re big boys. We can handle it.”
I try to hold back my smile. “Well, my best was actually this farmer back in Pennyvale. Not only was he the kind of guy who didn’t have to come up for air, but his hands… the things he could do with his hands would blow your mind.”
Gareth comes over and sits down beside me on the bed, looking pissed. “Bullshit.”
“No, really,” I say, fluttering my lashes. “Being with him was an all night fuck fest. I’m pretty sure we got a round of applause when we were done. They named that day after us.”
Sevrin comes and sits on my other side, looking more than a little irritated. “You wanted me to… lastlonger?”
I think of that actual night, and my face feels hot. If he had lasted longer, I would’ve been pounded into a pile of goop. No, no way did I need that to last longer.
“And I hardly got enough time. I didn’t even get a full night to show you what I could do,” Gareth says grumpily.
I change my tactic. “The thing is… he just did a few special things. Things to get me really going.”
“What things are these?” Alaric asks, entirely focused on me.
I have to swallow down my smile. “He… danced for me while taking off his clothes.”
Complete silence follows my comment. I can see all of their drunken brains working, and it’s cracking me up. I go and snag another bottle of liquor, then sit right back down between them, enjoying the feeling of their warm bodies beside my own.
“I could do that,” Lucien says, like he’s come to an awe-inspiring conclusion.
It’s hard to hold down my squeal, but I manage it. “I don’t think you can. This guy just had something about him.Pizzazzmaybe.”
“I have pizzazz!” Lucien argues.
I pretend to study the bottle of liquor as I sip it. “And confidence. He had so much confidence. You know that’s the number one thing that attracts women to men.”
Lucien leaps to his feet. “I have confidence!”
Then he walks until he stands in front of the fire and starts to dance. My jaw drops, and I can’t take my eyes off of him as he reaches for the buttons on his shirt.
“This is really doing it for you?” Sevrin asks in disbelief, but I can’t even answer him because I’m too busy staring at, what I assume, will be a complete disaster, standing in front of me.
He works his way down the buttons on his shirts, dancing to some unheard song. I’m about to tell him to stop, that I was just teasing him, but then he pulls back his shirt, and my mouth goes dry. I don’t know if it’s the liquor, or my connection to my dragon, but the room suddenly feelsreallyhot, and all I can see are the ripples of muscles across his stomach and belly.
“This is bullshit,” Sevrin mutters, then stands from beside me and moves to the front, beside Lucien, and begins to undo his shirt.
I drink more and more as all four men come to stand in front of me, and the temperature in the room continues to rise as their shirts come off, and a display of perfect muscles pops up in front of me. Trying to drink more, I discover that I’ve finished whatwas left of the bottle. I set it down on the floor and keep staring as they somehow manage to make removing their shoes and socks sexy.
The fact that this “fantasy” of mine was supposed to be a joke teases at the back of my mind. It’s super funny until I realize that I’m wet as hell. My mind is going to places I never fully went before this moment. Their hands reach for their pants, and my mouth goes dry. I wish I had more to drink, but instead I’m just left panting over the very erotic display in front of me that’s one hundred percent my fault.
All four of their pants come off at nearly the same time, and my cheeks heat, as I see four hard dicks hidden behind tight pairs of underwear. My heart pounds in my chest. My palms feel damp.When had they gotten aroused and what was the reason behind it?
