Page 46 of Dark Fire Kiss

My muscles clenched and my body unraveled.

And then came apart.

I screamed as pleasure engulfed me, sucking me under a warm, dark sea. My knees loosened, and my back slid down the tile.

Bram rose and caught me before I could fall. “Easy, lass. I’ve got you.” He moved with brisk efficiency, scooping me into his arms and shutting off the shower while I drifted, semi-coherent, against his chest. Somehow, he maneuvered a towel around us without dropping me, and then the world swayed as he carried me to his bed.

I struggled from my stupor when he pulled the covers back. “My hair’s all wet.”

“So?”

“I need to dry off—”

“Nonsense.” He lowered me to the sheets and settled beside me. “You don’t need a towel when you’ve got a dragon.” He ran a suddenly hot palm up my stomach to cup one of my breasts.

The door opened and Fergus strode in. “Two dragons, actually.”

I tensed, my gaze darting between him and Bram. Would Fergus be jealous? His mate of three centuries had just licked me to a mind-bending orgasm, and now we were naked in bed together.

Bram turned to me. “What do you think, lass? Should we ask Fergus to join us?”

Heat prickled across my skin. Bram was as unruffled as he could be. They both were.

Because they wanted this—the three of us sharing a bed.

Did I want it?

Could I handle it? Them? There was a difference between oral sex and, well, sex. For one thing, sex with them meant accepting the mate bond.

“I don’t know,” I said slowly, unsure if I answered Bram or myself. “Mating is a big step, and I don’t think—”

“It’s not a mating,” he said.

I blinked. “It’s not?”

Fergus smiled, his dimple appearing. “No’ this time, sweetheart. We have to take you together, at the same time, to seal our bond. Do you ken my meaning?”

Oh.

I definitely wasn’t ready for that. Maybe I’d never be ready.

But if this was different, with no conditions or commitments…

“No strings attached,” Fergus said, seeming to read my thoughts. “Just pleasure.”

Still cupping my breast, Bram drew his thumb over my nipple in a casual caress that made my sex clench hard.

Fergus drifted closer, his silver gaze devouring Bram and me both. “Say yes, Halina. I promise to be on my very worst behavior.”

Chapter Fourteen

FERGUS

Halina was exquisite—her pale curves a delectable contrast to Bram’s hard, muscled form. She’d been well-loved, too. Her eyes had that hazy, satisfied glow.

Which Bram had undoubtedly put there.

And, oh, but there was opportunity in that.

---