Page 35 of Dark Fire Kiss

“N-No.” I shook my head. “It’s just…I scented truth in your voice. I’ve never been able to do that. It’s not even a vampiric trait that I’m aware of.”

The guys exchanged a look, then Fergus said, “It’s a dragon trait. Have any of your other senses improved since you fed from me?”

My cheeks heated. It was no use lying. They’d smell a falsehood as easily as the truth. “My hearing is better. It’s almost too good, actually.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Bram said. “Has it disrupted your sleep?”

“No,” I said quickly.

Fergus frowned. “Yes, it has.” His gaze sharpened. “Is that why you left your suite tonight?”

My heart pounded. At the same moment, desire rushed through me like a wildfire.

Bram’s nostrils flared.

Oh gods. I was trapped in the booth, boxed in by dragons who could smell lies—and, apparently, lust.

Understanding bloomed in Fergus’s eyes. “You heard us.”

I looked at my plate, misery mingling with my body’s inconvenient reaction. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. I left as soon as I understood what was…happening.”

Quiet reigned. Then Bram’s deep rumble slid around me. “And did you like what you heard?”

“I…” How could I answer that?

Fergus answered for me. “There’s no shame in it, lass. Fate chose you for us. I ken it may be an adjustment of sorts to think of yourself with two males.” He dipped his head until he caught my gaze, and his voice went low as he added, “But I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

“You must have a lot of questions,” Bram said. “We’ll tell you anything you want to know, whether it’s about us or you or the three of us together.”

My pulse spiked. He was right—I had a lot of questions. And maybe it was the alcohol—or a combination of the wine and my runaway lust—but I found myself beset by curiosity I couldn’t rein in. “You’re bisexual.”

“Aye,” Bram said, his green eyes gleaming.

“Both of you.”

“That’s right.”

“So you like having sex with women?”

“Most definitely.”

Heat pooled between my legs. “And you also have sex… Um, the two of you—”

“We do,” Fergus said, dimple in full view.

“And you…well, h-how do you…”

He leaned his elbows on the table, the expression on his handsome face downright devilish. “Let me guess, lass. You want to know which one of us does the, ah, receiving?”

My cheeks blazed, some of the heat caused by the way he rolled his R on receiving. It was so unfair the way he made everything sound so sexy. I chewed my lower lip, wondering just how I’d landed myself in such a taboo conversation.

But Fergus didn’t seem frazzled in the least. On the contrary, he flashed Bram a heated look before saying, “We’re versatile, though Bram will say it all depends on whether I’ve pleased him.”

I might not have grasped his exact meaning, but I didn’t need to. The desire arcing between them was hot enough to singe the ends of my hair.

Footsteps approached, and then the waitress appeared holding a small cake with a single lit candle in the center. “I heard we have a birthday here?” she said in a thick brogue. Her hopeful gaze shifted between Bram and Fergus.

“Aye,” Fergus said, nothing in his demeanor indicating he’d been discussing sexual positions with his longtime lover and a female he hoped to make his second lover. He nudged my dinner plate aside. “It’s this fair lassie who’s celebratin’.”

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