“Oh—”
“Is that what you wanted to know?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Hang on.” He places my hands around his neck. There’s no wrestling with him trying to get his dick into me. Roark’s got good aim. He slides in a little at first. I thoughtI’d be along for the ride. But he holds himself a few inches in and waits. “You okay?
“Yes,” I say with a huffy breath. “It feels good.”
“Of course it does,” Roark says.
Evander laughs. His dark brown hair bounces above Roark’s arm. “You’re fucking beautiful, Raine.” He moves to the side and comes into complete view. His suit pants are tented. “Focus on the brute, love.” His brown eyes twinkle at me.
Obeying his command isn’t hard when Roark turns my head to his, locking eyes with me. He reaches down and tips my hips before pushing the rest of the way into me, then pauses. He asks with his eyes if I’m good.
I’m biting my lip. I can’t speak. I’ve never... “Yes,” I finally say.
He starts slow, his pace picking up. My eyes close. It’s too much. It’s not sex, it’s not rutting. It’s more than anything I’ve ever imagined.With an audience, my badgering brain adds before I lock it down. There’s another ball of need building in me. A sensation Roark picks up on. He’s well-aware. He slows and changes his hold on me before his thrusts fly us across the bed, our bodies mashed together.
“You’re per—a damn good fit, Raine. You’re amazing, Duchess,” he says. He’s in way more control than I am. I’m not sure what language even is anymore. Then his teeth scrape along my neck and he gathers my hair in his hand and pulls... and I shoot off, screaming, taking him with me.
I’m still making little odd noises when Roark rolls us over. His cock is still in me. I’m lying on top of him, sweat pouring from me. I’m not sure what happened. I’m not sure?—
“No thinking,” Roark says.
And it reminds me of the day in the pantry when I dropped to the floor. “I can’t not think.”
“You can do it more quietly, Duchess.” He runs a hand down my back. “You made Evander speechless. Good job, Duchess.”
The door clicks shut, and I turn my head toward it. Forgetting that I’ve been avoiding looking at the other side of the bed. As long as I didn’t, some weird part of me was thinking that he would still be asleep. Not that anyone could sleep through me screaming Roark’s name like I was at a football game. Now I’m faced with a very much awake Kieren.
“I told you you could sleep,” he says, his lips turned up into a smile.
“Sleep. I guess I did. I’m awake now.”
“I guess I did too.” Kieren slides off the bed. His back is to us, but I see him adjust himself.
“You should say that out loud,” Roark says, glaring at Kieren.
“I wish I could touch you too.” Kieren pauses by the door. “Be ready to go in twenty minutes.”
Roark pulls me into his chest. “She’ll be ready when she’s ready.”
“Twenty,” Kieren says and pulls the door shut behind him.
35
KIEREN
I’m across the hall and in my suite in twenty seconds, my clothes flying right and left in my wake as I toss them. I turn the shower on. Watching Roark take her where I’ve wanted to since the second I inhaled her thyme and chamomile scent? Fun. Not.
My dick’s rock hard and in my hand. Two strokes in, I’m coming against the marble like an academy dragonet. Her face flashes before me. How pink her cheeks were when she came while Roark went down on her. The surprised expression on her face, as if she didn’t know what was going to happen. What the hell is wrong with human men if they don’t know how to make a female shatter?
I’m holding what should be my limp cock in my hand, but it’s still hard. I’m still hard. Fucking hell, I can’t walk around next to her, not touching her, hard. Or at least, I can’t start the day that way.
She crawled into bed with me. Surely she can’t be that scared of my dragon, right?
My smoke mixes with the steam clouding up the room. I see Roark’s hand over her breast. Her hand on top of his. I come again, my head banging backward into the glass. Beads of safety glass rain down onto my feet.
