Page 55 of Dark Fire Kiss

Fate had brought us together. Maybe it sounded dramatic—especially when I’d whispered it in the shower as I prepared for my big announcement—but there was no denying the pull I felt toward the men.

One by one, they had reversed every preconceived notion I’d had about dragons. They weren’t a vicious species that kidnapped and abused females. They were the charming, funny males who’d taken me swimming and surprised me with a birthday cake. Bram had taught me to fight—or at least he was trying to. Fergus had helped me discover a fledgling sense of self-confidence.

And together, they had given me the most mind-altering sex imaginable, making me feel cherished. More than that, they’d made me feel wanted.

I’d never felt that before.

I wanted to feel it again. This was nothing like sila. I didn’t need a drug to make me want Bram and Fergus. This was real, and it was worth keeping.

I gave my reflection one last critical sweep. I’d arranged my hair in soft waves that fell down my shoulders, and I’d experimented with some of the makeup Fergus had left in my bathroom. My dress was by far the most revealing piece of clothing in my closet. The black material clung to my hips and thighs, and the neckline plunged provocatively low. I’d skipped a bra, and the fabric was thin enough to show the shadow of my nipples. My panties were nothing but two tiny patches of silk held together with pink ribbons—which, if everything went according to plan, the guys would soon be untying.

And then they’d take me…together.

My stomach fluttered again, and I drew a deep breath to calm myself. There was no reason to worry. They’d been nothing but gentle until now. Whatever happened, they would make sure I enjoyed it.

I kept that thought foremost in my mind as I left my room and entered the hall. There was a strip of light under Bram’s door, but I didn’t need it to know the guys were there. My enhanced hearing had yet to fade, and the murmur of their voices drifted around me as I knocked.

Within seconds, Fergus was at the door. He glanced down my body, and his jaw dropped.

“What is it?” Bram asked, walking from the fireplace. He caught sight of me and froze in place.

I shifted on my feet, warmth creeping up my neck. “Um, could I come in?”

Fergus recovered first. “Please do.” He stumbled back so I could enter and then appeared at a loss as to what to do next.

Both of them did. They stayed frozen, their gazes roaming my body. Bram reached down and not-so-discreetly adjusted himself.

If I’d possessed any doubts about their attraction to women, they vanished in that moment. My nerves vanished, too, and I smiled as I looked between them. “I’m glad you’re both here. I have something to say.”

Fergus cleared his throat. “Ah, so do we, actually—”

“Can I go first?” I blurted. “It’s important.” And who knew how long my confidence would last? If I waited too long I might chicken out and run back to my room.

“Of course, lass,” Bram said. “We’re listening.”

I sank to my knees—a move I’d practiced in my room. I wasn’t sure how dragon brides acknowledged their mates, so I’d settled on the vampire ritual, which required a female to symbolically bend before her lord.

In this case, lords.

My heart pounded. “I wanted to say…I accept our bond. And I offer my fealty as your mate.”

For a moment, they were so quiet I wondered if I’d made a horrible miscalculation. Then they came forward slowly. Bram took my hand and raised me to my feet.

“You never bow to us, lass. You’re our other piece. Our equal.”

Fergus touched a lock of hair that had fallen over my shoulder. “And our love.”

“You love me?” I breathed.

He smiled, and it was devastating in its tenderness. “How could you have ever doubted it?”

Bram touched my other shoulder. “Let us show you,” he whispered.

This was it. The point of no return for all three of us. It was like we stood on a cliff, our bodies poised for a fall into something irreversible.

Did I dare go over?

“Yes,” I heard myself whisper back.

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