Jed and Zane came from behind and surrounded her, and Rhea’s smile went bigger.
A newer remix of an early 2000s club anthem hit the speakers, and Emmy groaned in pleasure. “I love this one.”
Zane arched a brow. “You gonna dance for us?”
“Hell no,” she said. “You’re dancing with me.”
She pulled both of them into the crowded living room, bodies pressing close on every side, and moved between them — Jed behind, Zane in front — and started swaying, loose and sensual, her hips rolling with the beat.
Zane smirked and matched her rhythm, close enough their chests brushed with every shift. Behind her, Jed’s hands found her waist, guiding her back into him. She laughed, caught between them, and ground her hips in time with the bass drop.
“Oh, we’re doing this,” Zane said, sliding his palms up her arms, teasing the sides of her breasts before dipping low again.
Jed ducked and murmured, “We’re gonna get kicked out of our own party if you keep moving like that.”
She tossed her hair and rolled her hips again, more exaggerated this time, and Zane matched her stroke for stroke.
She saw Rhea and Lucas walking up the stairs together, and she smiled, delighted her friend would get a happy ending tonight, too.
It was good to fuck people who weren’t going to feed from them. Weren’t going to drink their blood.
Emmy focused on the music again, and she draped her arm over Zane’s shoulders, pulling him closer while her ass ground into Jed’s crotch behind her.
They made it through probably a dozen songs, though they went for beers a few times, cutting up and teasing each other.
They kind of went crazy duringBohemian Rhapsody, everyone in the party belting out the lyrics while crazy dancing, fists in the air, screaming out the words — but then the first notes ofTake Me to Churchsounded, and Emmy jumped onto Zane, wrapping herself around him and kissing him, her hips on autopilot while Jed ground into her from behind.
She heard the fake shutter sounds of a few phone cameras with her dragon’s senses, and she brushed her lips along Zane’s jaw to tell him, “We might need to move behind closed doors again.”
His answer was to turn toward the stairs and once again walk up, with her attached to his front rather than over his shoulder this time.
Chapter 17
Jed stepped ahead of them in the hallway upstairs and opened his door to let them in, and then closed and locked it behind them.
Emmy wanted dick, and she wanted itnow. The boots came off easy, she stripped her pants and undies down all at once, slid the thong into her right pants pocket, and then her socks into the boots. Her shirt came off last, and the men were both shirtless and pushing their jeans off.
And she caught color on Zane’s back.
She stepped behind him and her breath caught.
Stretched across his upper back was a coiled dragon, fiercely winged in brilliant, jewel-toned emerald greens.
Not exactly like her, but damned close, and the coloring was freaky. Too much like her.
Her knees nearly gave out.
“You good?” Jed asked.
“Fine,” she managed. “Just appreciating the view.”
Fuck. It didn’t mean anything. Lots of people have dragon tattoos.
She pulled her hair into a ponytail with a holder on her wrist, and crawled onto the bed on all fours, spine arched, ass in the air. “Come get it, boys. Does that cover your team rules?”
“Sounded kind of like an order, but yeah, consent seems to be covered,” Jed said.
She turned to look behind her, and watched Zane roll a condom onto a cock that looked as big as she’d expected. As big around as a coke can, and a good bit longer.
