“Two seconds to choose, firefly. Either I’m coming down your throat, painting those perfect fucking tits, or I’m returning the favor and claiming you in front of these bastards while they watch.”
A tortured sound slips past her lips as she rocks between us, swallowing hard with her gaze locked on him. “Don’t make me choose. Dragons take what they want, right? Show me.”
An animalistic growl is ripped from his chest. Brushing his thumb across her lower lip, he demands, “Open.”
Slowly, he feeds her his cock, attention rapt on watching every additional inch disappear between her lips. His quiet, “Fucking hell,” breaks the spell we’d all fallen under. Stone wraps a hand around her throat, snapping his hips and driving into her ass, and Kodiak fists her hair, holding her steady as he fucks her mouth in earnest. My grip on her hips turns bruising as I slam her down on me with every upward thrust.
It’s not gentle.
It’s not sweet.
It’s exactly what we all need, restaking our claim so thoroughly that any shifter who catches her scent won’t dare to touch her ever again.
We’ve spent enough time treating Amara like she was made of glass, when we should have been showing her that dragons don’t break.
We get revenge.
And Amara? She’s a prime example of why our enemies don’t stand a fucking chance.
“We’re the luckiest men on the damn planet, getting to see you like this, to feel you strangle our cocks like you’re begging us to come. Is that what you want?” Stone asks, breathing ragged. “Our cum dripping down your thighs and your throat? Painting your skin so everyone knows that you’re ours?”
She makes a strangled plea, nails digging into my stomach as she snaps her hips, the other hand stroking what she can’t take of Kodi’s dick. Stone buries himself to the hilt, flexing his hand around her throat as he rocks against her, coming with a full body shudder. My grip is bruising as I slam her down on my cock, coming hard enough that black spots appear in my vision.
Kodiak growls, tensing as he spills down her throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop. “Anyone so much as thinksabout touching you, I’ll fucking gut them. You’reours.”
ChapterTwelve
KODIAK
“Disappointed?”
“Surprised.” Amara fingers one of her new earrings made from part of the arm band I always wear, twin silver lightning bolts now adorning her ears. “I was sure you were going after my nipples when you bargained for two.”
“Almost did, but I like being able to look over whenever I want and see you wearing something of mine. Unless you've decided to go topless from now on? Because I’m happy to correct my tragic error if that’s the case.”
She rolls her eyes with a small smile. “Afraid not. But it's probably for the best. The last thing I want is you vibrating some metal impaling my nipples and turning me into one of those chicks whose breasts ‘quiver with excitement whenever you walk into the room’.”
My bark of laughter sends birds flying from the trees. “Definitely can’t have that.”
Stone captures her free hand while Raiden falls into step behind us, covering Amara’s back from any surprise attacks. The walk down to the lake is a short one, but the setting sun has shadows dancing between the trees, putting the three of us on edge.
Dominic’s people rely on their heightened sense of smell to alert them to danger too much.And I hate that I’m jealous dragons get mood-rings for tongues instead, because that ability would be a useful fucking addition to our arsenal these days.
‘I can’t handle living in a constant state of anxiety anymore, always afraid that I’ll fuck up by not being careful enough, or strong enough, and it’ll be you three that pay the price.’Amara’s words have played on repeat ever since they punched me right in the damn heart and stamped themselves there permanently. But it’s only since crossing onto Dominic’s land that I’ve been able to put my own insecurities aside enough to figure out the solution to hers.
We need her to quit looking at her mate-mark like it’s a death sentence, and like it’s something to be shown off with pride.
I’m going to make her see that we’re stronger together, and turn our mark into a symbol that strikes fear into her enemies the moment they catch sight of it.
First thing’s first. Our girl has only seen the darkest parts of the world. We need to show her that you need to embrace the good moments whenever you find them, because those memories are what get you through the hard times.
The world willalwaysbe dangerous. The trick is finding reasons it’s worth fighting to survive.
“You okay?” Amara’s whisper snaps me out of my thoughts, and I blink a few times, surprised to find we’re already at the outskirts of the lake.
“Never better.”
Cupping the nape of her neck, I massage my fingers over the mark hidden inside her hairline while internally kicking my own ass. Here I am talking about making her feel safe, and I zone out and lose track of my surroundings. Biting back my self-deprecating scowl, I scan the scene, making mental notes and getting my head back in the game.
