Page 65 of Dragon’s Rebel

Blaze and Zane were making out in the far back seat of the SUV, and Rebel didn’t really want to know what the hell else they were doing. “Feet on the floor, hands visible at all times,” she called out.

“Fuck you,” Zane said, his voice muffled. “We’re mated.”

“That doesn’t mean we have to watch.”

“Grab your mate’s crotch, then, and stop thinking about mine.”

“Of all the things in the world I spend time thinking of, Sky Lizard, your crotch is near the bottom of the list.”

“Ha! But you do think of it.”

She heard Blaze smack him, and then a whole lot of giggling.

She looked over at Thorne’s crotch. Why not? She was drunk, and he had an impressive package. Casually, she slid her hand over onto his rock-hard thigh. Mmm. He had more muscles than any human should be allowed to have.

“Hands visible at all times,” he murmured.

“You can see them.” But her hand was drifting further up his thigh, and she could definitely feel him getting a boner. Score She let her fingers drift against it, the lightest touch.

“You’re going to pay for this,” he said, softly.

Rebel just smiled. She hoped so.