Evander removes the clasp with the emerald jewel at her neck and lets the robe fall to the ground. His lips hit the side of her neck, opposite my hand.
I glance at Roark. He’s still holding her fingers but hasn’t moved in. He hasn’t claimed that he’ll join us. My eyes lock with Roark’s. If Evander, the one more cognizant of traditions, is all in, Roark will follow.
I hold his gaze.What are you going to do, my friend?
There’s a low growl from him, his dragon. Smoke circles above his head, and then Raine is ripped away from my grasp into his arms. He takes the stairs two at a time. Evander has Raine’s robe clutched under his arm.
I manage to speed past all three of them and open the door to her suite, the one that’s been reserved for our thunder mate for a long time. I pull the covers down in one swish, throwing the duvet to the ground.
Roark tosses her onto the bed, and she bounces.
“Careful,” I say.
Raine’s laughter fills the room, and she scrambles onto her elbows. A pillow flies across the room and smacks me in the head. “I’m fine.”
Evander’s chuckling as his robe and other clothes fly onto the day lounger. Roark’s doing the same.
“Right.” I pull off my robe. I’m a few steps behind, and by the time I’m naked, Evander has her lips on his, one hand on her breast. Roark has her legs spread and his tongue flattened against her clit. I’ve been away in the other realm, but in my imagination, they’ve had their hands all over her for the last few weeks. “It’s my turn,” I growl.
Evander’s head cocks to the side, but he doesn’t lift his lips from her and Roark doesn’t so much as twitch. I smack the side of his head. Yes, I’m acting like a spoiled dragonet who hasn’t been allowed to play with his toy. But she’s not our toy. I can feel it in my dragon’s heart. We were made for her. It’s only a matter of time. She’ll have the lightning, and when she does, it will be glorious seeing her mark spread across her skin. I don’t care where it is or what it looks like, but I want it now. I push against Roark’s shoulder, and his muffled laugh has Raine’s hips shaking.
“Fine.” He lifts his head at last. “You deserve a taste.” He lifts one of her legs and rolls out of the way. We’ve never shared a woman before. Never even come close to breaking one of the cardinal rules of a thunder. Raine is different. She’s ours. There’s no breaking of the rules when we know she’s ours. We’ll have two first times. Now and after she has her lightning.
“You’re so beautiful laid out like this.” I skim my fingers up her leg.
Evander lifts his head, and Raine’s head drops to the pillow, her dark hair splayed over it. She bites her plump lip, her blue eyes sparkling in the low light. I skim my fingertips up her leg and lower my face between her legs. The first taste of her has my dragon roaring. I will never have enough of her. Her legs quiver beneath my hands. I understand what Roark means, though. Her taste is addictive, and she’sso responsive. I’m squeezing her hips, holding her sweet flesh to my face.
Roark’s moved up to give her perfect breasts the attention they deserve.
“That’s it. Oh, it feels so good,” Raine says, her voice full of tension.
I speed my pace and add a second finger in rhythm with my tongue, and she comes. Screaming my name. And it’s never been like this for me. I want to make her come a hundred more times before I even think about what I want. Her moans drop to quiet unintelligible mumbles.
“What are you saying, Duchess?” Roark asks, a laugh in his voice. It’s so odd to hear him so happy.
“I’m a flat pancake.” Her head flops to the side.
“A pancake?” Evander asks.
“Do you require food to keep up your stamina, Duchess?” Roark holds her hand.
“No, I don’t want pancakes. I am a pancake. I... Never mind, my brain’s not making sense.”
“What do you want?” Evander traces a finger around her jawline. “Do you want more?”
“Yes.” Her eyes flash at me.
A second ago, I didn’t care about my own needs. But if she wants more, there’s no reason it can’t be good for both of us.
Roark resumes feasting on her chest.
I’m on my knees for a second before she’s repositioned herself, wrapping her legs around me, her hips rising off the bed. Fuck, I’m not worried that she’s not the one. My mark down my spine tingles as I hold my cock at her lips. Sliding into her, I’m fire. My dragon’s roar awakens lava inside my chest. I won’t mate her. But I’m thinking that more as a mantra to myself. That would be too far.
Would it?My dragon barks at me.
Yes, no. As I slide deeper into her, worlds collide and I don’t know what realm I’m even in.
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