Warmth gathered everywhere Ryu’s body touched hers.
“Are you afraid?” Ryu teased when she didn’t immediately answer.
“Not afraid.”
“Prove it.”
Male dragons weren’t the only ones who couldn’t resist a challenge. Females were just as prone to picking up gauntlets.
Ilith did something. Tate couldn’t explain what. Something inside loosened, a barrier Tate had never been fully aware of lowering.
She gasped as powerful sparks of energy zipped across that barrier. Her body reacted, pleasure dancing along her nerves.
Ryu’s husky groan anchored her as two energies poured into hers. It felt like lightning, scorching her nerves as pleasure and pain intertwined.
“Is that Rath and Ilith?” Tate managed to get out.
Her body jerked as the energies hopped from her to Ryu. Each jump only lasted seconds, but every time they shifted hosts, her lower stomach tensed as need tightened.
“Shit,” Tate gasped as prickles ran down her arms and back.
Ryu’s laugh was broken, sweat breaking out on his forehead. “This—”
Rath dove into Tate, bringing with him a wave of sensation. Tate mewled as Ilith responded.
The reins Ryu normally kept on himself disintegrated. His fingers skillfully played between her legs, preparing her. Not that it was necessary with the antics from the two dragons.
Tate was already wet, the flesh there almost unbearably sensitive.
“Hurry,” Tate said, clutching his shoulders.
He didn’t answer her verbally, instead lifting her hips. She reached between them, guiding him inside.
She slid down, her head falling back and her eyes closing at the feel of him filling her.
Slowly. Slowly.
Tate didn’t even have time to adjust before Ilith dove back into Ryu.
He leaned forward, biting her shoulder. The pain-pleasure rushed through her, heightening everything she was experiencing.
Ryu’s hands gripped her hips, lifting her off him until only the tip was still inside. He forced her to ride him, their breathy moans filling the air as the tempo picked up until the humans matched the pace of their dragons.
Tate let herself get lost in the feeling of him moving inside her, slowly rising and falling until his hands urged her to pick up the pace.
Her legs quivered, but she didn’t stop, chasing the pinnacle as her inner muscles started to tighten.
The pleasure crested, the sound of their bodies coming together loud in her ears. That ball of warmth at her core surged hotter each time Ilith and Rath moved between their bodies, until it reached a fever pitch.
If the world were to burn down around them, Tate and Ryu would never have noticed.
Finally, that wave they’d been climbing crested, breaking. Tate detonated, her internal muscles squeezing Ryu as she cried out. Pure pleasure arced through her.
The world spun as Ryu tumbled her onto her back. He pushed into her more forcefully, finding his own climax with a shout seconds later.
They panted as Ryu’s head hung, his hair brushing her chest.
Tate looked up at the ceiling, too spent to even lift her arms to hug him.
