Heart of the Dragons: Bad Dragons 2 Page 14

  Instead, he looks aroused, like I am. His hand moves to my shoulder, hovering above my breasts, and I push up, my nipples aching to be touched by him.

  When his hand finally cups my breast carefully, I arch into it with a moan.

  Van’s eyes widen slightly, and I realize just how beautiful his face is when he looks this surprised.

  It’s so… innocent.

  I grab his chin and pull him in to kiss him, letting out a moan as his hand tightens on my breast and Byron continues to stroke my fever higher and higher with those talented fingers.

  “I don’t know how to do this,” Van says, moving his hand to tweak my nipple, making me arch. “But I like it a lot.”

  “Me too,” Byron says, biting my shoulder. “I want to see you come, dragon heart.”

  I feel trapped by them, by their beauty, by what they are doing to me, but only in the best way. I don’t know where things will go from here, but I know that this chance is once in a lifetime.

  These dragons might not be bad, but right now, I want to be bad with these dragons.

  Chapter 19

  Anna

  “Damn, this is hot,” Byron says, his breath tickling the back of my neck as he places a slow, languid kiss there.

  I want to say something too, but all I can muster is a soft mewl as his long, deft finger continues to stroke over my clit. I’m so wet from both Van and Byron touching me at the same time that his digit glides easily over me, only making the contact that much more intense.

  His cock is still pressing into me from behind, teasing me with ideas of what sex with two dragons could possibly be like.

  “Overwhelming,” Van says. “All-encompassing. For the rest of your fucking life.” His purple eyes watch me carefully, dark hair mussed and sultry.

  And to his point, he cups both my breasts in his large hands, squeezing them and tweaking my nipples, stimulating my body further when it’s already on fire, so tense and close to the edge.

  I’m completely surrounded by these men. But they’re not just men; they’re dragons. Dragons who want me just as badly as I want them.

  “You have no idea, dragon heart,” Byron mutters, his huge arm wrapped around me, holding me tight to his chest and hips as he continues to stroke. His skin is so warm, his muscles like firm pillows protecting me everywhere.

  And Van? He looks hungrier than I’ve ever seen him as his eyes dart from my eyes to my lips to my breasts still in his palms. His thumbs press into my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me that seem almost timed with the press of Byron’s fingers against my sex. I didn’t know that so many big, strong hands could make things happen so quickly.

  I bite my lip, trying not to come too fast, but I can’t hold on no matter how hard I try.

  “Oh God.” My voice is tight in my throat, my core coiled tight just as I fall over the edge.

  “Incredible.” Van’s soft voice sounds almost underwater as pure pleasure floods through me, making it hard to breathe or think. The fact that I’m completely encircled by Byron and Van only makes me come harder, my pussy throbbing with wave after wave of intense release.

  Byron, like the rock he is, just holds me tightly as I ride out the last bits of our first orgasm.

  First?

  I guess it’s hard not to picture more when these dragons can’t stop making everything feel so good.

  So. Damn. Good.

  “That was only the start,” Byron says, his words soft and sensual. His hand withdraws, leaving me aching for more, and I roll onto on my back, looking up at both of them.

  They’re on their sides, propped up slightly as they watch over me, and I can’t even think where to look, with rippling muscles all around me and purple and gold eyes watching my every breath.

  Just how far will this go?

  “As far as you want,” Byron says, and Van answers with a nod, his hand trailing down my side, moving toward my hip, bringing electric sparks with it. Even the lightest of touches is arousing right now.

  “Would you like us to stop?” Van asks, his attention going lower, making my body squirm in anticipation.

  Hell no!

  Byron sends Van a pleased grin as both huge men reposition slightly, Van sitting up on his knees at my hips, and Byron lying on his side next to me.

  Van’s muscles are so defined, in spite of his pale skin, and I want to run my fingers over them. Want to feel each indent, each ridge from his collar all the way down to his deep Ken doll lines that disappear under his black pajama pants.

  “Maybe some other time,” Van says, responding to my thoughts. “You aren’t ready for that yet.”

  But before I can feel a shred of disappointment, Byron leans over me at an angle, propping himself up on one arm by my left shoulder while he uses his free hand to guide my hands to his chest.

  I groan, squeezing them lightly. I’ve always been a pec girl.

  “I got you there,” Byron says. Then he gives me a movie star grin that makes me understand how he can be so cocky sometimes.

  But right now, I want to focus on how good his muscles feel. So firm and strong. He’s as good a protector as he is sexy. But I can’t just touch his pecs. I need to drag my fingertips down his abs, feeling every ridge, stroking over his forearms, and just soaking in his beauty surrounding me.

  Van seems to have claimed the lower half of my body, and his hands grasp each of my hips as he leans down to place a kiss on my stomach, licking the sensitive inside of my belly button, eyeing me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

  “Maybe you are,” he utters, making me blush crimson before he trails rough kisses down to my hips, then to the other side, and then so close to the edge of my pants. So close to where I want him to kiss me.

  Then his fingers trail over my waistband, and he pauses like he’s waiting for my response.

  I can’t help thinking just how different this is than the other night. I wonder what the change is.

  “It’s you,” he says softly, his handsome face shaded by long dark hair. “You changed me by leaving, and you changed me by staying last night. And I think if I stay by your side, I might continue to change.”

  I just blink at him, not knowing what to say, too touched and aroused at the same time to think clearly.

  His hand brushes again over my waist, and he raises one dark eyebrow in question, asking me if I want what he’s offering.

  I nod harder than I ever have before in my life.

  He pulls the soft fabric down, dragging them down past my feet and chucking them off the bed. As he does, Byron closes the short distance between us, his lips crashing over mine in an all-consuming kiss. I immediately open my mouth, letting his tongue swirl with mine even as my hands continue to clutch his chest.

  I’m vaguely aware that my underwear is being slid slowly off my legs, teasing me even as Byron’s possessive kiss sends little lightning bolts through me. His hand moves to my breast, squeezing for a moment before he pulls away, leaving me aching for me.

  Van shifts so he’s between my legs at the foot of the bed, watching me with those amethyst eyes as I kiss Byron.

  His arms are folded as if he’s waiting impatiently for Byron to finish what he’s doing. His cool expression is possessive, studying every inch of my now-naked body, and I feel my cheeks flush even as I close my eyes and let Byron’s kiss light me up.

  I hear footsteps and open my eyes to see Van step adroitly off the huge bed, moving around to the base of it. Byron jerks back from the kiss to watch him as well, golden eyes glinting, golden hair mussed and sexy as hell.

  Van looks up at us, a slight smile playing at one corner of his sharp lips. Then he reaches down, his hands gripping my ankles firmly but softly, and he drags me slowly toward the edge of the bed, making me feel I’ve just been caught in the grip of a hungry monster.

  Maybe I have.

  The soft sheets beneath me crinkle until my knees hang over the edge.

  “My fucking turn,” Van s
ays, his eyes narrowing to intense purple slits as he kneels between my open legs. My heart’s hammering, my sex is clenching, and I’m so wet I don’t know how to function.

  Byron moves at the same time until he’s kneeling above my head, his wide thighs on either side of me.

  Split once again between two very hungry dragons.

  “Oh, you have no idea,” Van growls. He leans down, and his tongue covers my clit entirely, swiping upward with a rough flick.

  My vision blurs from the intensity of it.

  My hands shoot up, grabbing the nearest thing they can find, which just happens to be Byron’s arms resting on his thighs. It’s as if he knew I’d need something to hold on to, and I’m glad to feel him there as Van starts to lick eagerly against me in a rhythm that’s imperceptibly faster with each passing second.

  “I—Don’t stop,” I say, or at least I try. It feels like all I can manage is gibberish. The feelings are so strong.

  Byron leans down from above to give me an upside-down kiss that is just everything. His tongue swipes against mine in unfamiliar but incredible ways. His arms are like warm steel that I can hold on to as heady, overwhelming sensations course through me, tightening with each flick of Van’s tongue against my sex.

  My legs jerk, and I can feel Van’s hands gripping my thighs. But I don’t feel trapped even though I’m totally pinned down. Instead, I feel utterly supported, like they’re working together to ensure I can take all of the pleasure they can give.

  Byron pulls away, and he watches me for a moment, tanned skin practically glowing in the morning light coming through the windows.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says with kiss-swollen lips.

  Then his eyes dart downward, toward the base of the bed, and I look as well, seeing Van’s intense gaze watching me. His presence is commanding, dominant, even between my legs.

  Especially between my legs.

  Van licks me a little rougher, making my core jump with sparks of anticipation. My whole body is tight with want.

  Byron gathers my hands in his one more time, draping them around his thick neck as he leans over me from above, kissing ravenously along my collar and shoulders. I feel utterly overwhelmed by his size, by both of them for that matter. It’s almost enough to make me come just watching them.

  Except I’m still so aware of Van’s tongue and the wicked way he is using it, like he’s speaking to my clit and saying the dirtiest things possible. Oh God, I’m so wet I could die.

  But then he lifts his head to look at me and one side of his mouth crooks in a gesture that is almost a smile, and I can see my wetness on his lips. He bites his lower lip, sucking it in, savoring it, and then keeps his eyes on mine as he slowly lowers his tongue again.

  He’s making circles now, just edging around me over and over until I feel like I can’t take any more or I’ll burn up.

  Then Byron covers my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, and Van’s tongue slides over my clit in one long, rough lick.

  And I orgasm so hard it feels like I’m going to pass out.

  My finger’s dig into Byron’s shoulders above me, clutching him desperately as I cry out against his mouth, the muffled noises I’m making only pushing me deeper into my release.

  As if there’s nowhere else to go but blinding pleasure.

  Van’s hands are on my legs, warm and steadying. In my mind’s eye, I can see him staring intently, watching me come from the sensations he wouldn’t stop giving me.

  And then slowly, gradually, I come back to earth, and Byron’s full lips release me.

  At the base of the bed, Van’s standing now, tall and daunting as he licks his lips, looking more than satisfied.

  Byron is stroking my hair, and though I wish I could do more with them, I think I’m totally tapped out.

  “There will always be time for more later,” Byron says.

  “I told you. Overwhelming. All-encompassing,” Van adds.

  I flop back on the bed, exhausted and trembling, and have to admit he was right.

  Now I just need to go take a shower and hope that my hormones calm down.

  Chapter 20

  Anna

  Breakfast is a little bit awkward, especially since Van just told me that he had a vision the other dragons were coming soon.

  I went to take a shower alone after what we did together. I guess I kind of fled, embarrassed by what had just happened and still a little turned on.

  My hormones were calmed slightly with the routine of getting ready. Brushing my hair. Putting on new clothes.

  But as I sit at the table, I’m still trying to process what happened between us. Why it felt so right and so good.

  I’m so confused about my feelings now. When I came to this world, I just wanted to help my sister. When I met Griffin, then Seth, I assumed they would just be friends on my journey.

  Then I kissed them and walked with them and was saved by them, and things got more intense.

  Then I met Rainier, and my feelings got even more complicated.

  Griffin is sexy and stubborn and complicated, and I miss his auburn hair and the way it sticks up on his head. His big body and the way he makes me feel safe.

  Seth is beautiful, and I miss his teasing and seeing the black tips of his blond hair blowing across his face.

  Rainier is complicated and hard to understand, but the intelligence in his silver eyes is unmistakable. And he does have deep feelings. He just keeps them close to his chest.

  Van is fighting inner demons I don’t understand, though I want to. And I can sense there is a leader behind those purples eyes, though he is reluctant to claim that role.

  And Byron. Byron is egotistical and strong and ridiculously sexy. Protective despite his own misgivings. Secretly, I know he wants to be good.

  Since coming to this world, I’ve gotten to know almost all of the dragons better. I’ve gotten to see the real face behind the “bad” one they show the rest of the world.

  All except for Lee.

  A shiver goes over me as I think about him. When he’ll show up again. What the other dragons think of him. What they’ll say when they find out he’s the one that sent me here.

  Because I know without a doubt that things are about to get weirder for me here in the Blur, once Griffin, Seth, and Rainier catch up.

  All of the dragons will be in the same place, except for Lee, and that’s going to make the omission more obvious.

  Although, maybe not, since I’m sure all hell will be breaking loose.

  I decide I’m thinking too much about it and go back to sipping my juice.

  Van is sitting across from me, wearing a black sweater over khakis, and his hair is actually groomed, pulled back in a long braid. His face has a little more color, though he’s still very pale.

  His cheeks have a bit of a glow, and his eyes sparkle slightly whenever he looks my way. He still scares me, but not as much as before he came to save me. Or before he slept next to me. Or before he sucked my clit…

  “Mmm, still thinking about it,” he says, eyeing me with those glowing dark amethysts shaded by curly lashes.

  I flush violently and shove more eggs in my mouth, washing them down with my juice. I never saw myself being in this situation. So many guys who want me.

  “But only two that matter, right?” Byron asks, bringing his plate in, piled with pancakes. I’m sure it takes a lot of food to feed those muscles.

  “Stop reading my thoughts,” I retort playfully, trying to hide my nerves.

  As for his question, I just don’t know. I don’t know what I’ll feel when I see Griffin, Seth, and Rainier again.

  Van is quiet, his eyes narrowed as he pokes at his eggs. “We’ll have to go into town today to talk to Azrael’s people. Explain what happened.”

  Byron nods. His gold hair is still slightly damp from his shower. “Maybe they can keep an eye on things while we’re gone.” He looks at me. “I suppose you might need some time together.”

  I raise my
eyebrows. “You would do that?”

  Van nods, standing to take his plate into the kitchen. “We kidnapped you. It’s only fair that they get to catch up. I’m not worried, though. I believe you’ll choose the superior partnership.”

  Byron looks over his shoulder at Van. “You think Griffin and Seth are paired?”

  “I think Griffin and Rainier might be,” Van says. “The vision was a bit hazy when I saw them.”

  Byron’s jaw drops. “But they hate each other. I mean, more than anyone else.”

  Van shrugs a shoulder. “I think they might realize, like we do, that the end justifies the means.”

  “Poor Seth,” says Byron, shoveling a whole pancake in his mouth at once. Even chewing with a comically full mouth, he’s unbelievably hot.

  “Yes,” Van says. “Though, I’m not surprised no one wants to pair with him.”

  “Too risky,” Byron says. “Without the blue dragon.”

  “He could go off at any minute.”

  “Go off?” I ask.

  Van’s eyes go serious. “Lose control of his poison. Let it loose, destroying himself and anyone around. Shouldn’t happen yet, though.”

  “We still have some serum, I think,” Byron says.

  “I’ll check upstairs.” Van walks out of the kitchen and jogs upstairs, emerging from a room I haven’t been in yet. “We have some.” He’s holding a blue vial in his hand.

  “Why?” I ask.

  “We know Seth,” Byron says, eating another pancake. No one should make eating pancakes look hot. “He was the first to help us understand this place when we got here. He travels around.”

  “So maybe he can help things go smoothly?” I ask.

  “Hard to say,” Byron says, setting down his fork as he finishes the last pancake. “Either way, I’m ready for anything.” He folds his tanned arms, and the muscles bunch there, reminding me how I held on to them when Van was between my legs.

  “Better control your thoughts when you’re with the dragons,” Byron says, golden eyes twinkling at me mischievously. “I don’t want to have to kill any of them when they attack me.”