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I nodded. But as I opened my mouth to comply, Callum looked up sharply, his gaze on something over my shoulder. I turned my head and locked eyes with a wide-eyed Georgie. She observed us from the center of the bed, her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling swiftly. Callum had stripped her to her underclothes when he checked her for injuries, and her nipples poked hard against the tight swath of fabric stretched across her breasts. As our gazes held, the sweet perfume of her arousal reached me. Her eyes lightened to violet.

“Do as he says,” she whispered. “Make him come.”

Chapter Fifteen

GEORGIE

For a moment, nobody moved. I was pretty sure nobody breathed. The only sound in the room came from the crackling fire, which was so big someone must have shoved all the fire sticks into the hearth. The men stared at me, their powerful bodies frozen in a tableau far sexier than anything my imagination could have cooked up.

When their moans first woke me, I’d assumed I was dreaming—or maybe I’d died in the storm, after all, and this was heaven. Then I realized that, no, that really was Graeme on his knees with Callum’s dick down his throat.

They were everything I hadn’t known I wanted. Callum nude and gleaming in the sunlight. Graeme clothed and kneeling before him. Callum’s strong legs spread wide enough to steady him as he rocked his hips into Graeme’s eager mouth. Graeme caressing Callum’s hip before squeezing Callum’s ass…and then moving his hand to a place that made Callum tip his head back and gasp at the ceiling. But he’d looked back down seconds later, his green eyes fastened on Graeme like he couldn’t bear to look away. Like something was tugging at him to take another look—and then another and another.

I knew the feeling.

“Please keep going,” I said, my voice breathless in my ears.

A beat passed. Then the air shifted, ferrying a powerful current of lust from the men’s direction. It slipped around me and caressed my skin. As if they’d rehearsed it, both Callum and Graeme lowered their gazes to my breasts.

My nipples were already tight. Now, they poked hard against the thin material of my sports bra. My breasts ached, and hot moisture dampened my panties.

Graeme lifted his gaze to mine, and for the first time since I’d met him, his pale eyes were hot instead of cold. He nodded toward my sports bra. “Take that off,” he rumbled, his voice rougher than usual.

From having his throat ravaged by Callum’s dick, I realized.

The tug I’d felt toward Graeme the first night in the castle returned. Callum’s words played in my mind. Resist all you want, but you won’t be able to ignore that bond. You’ll keep looking over your shoulder, searching and searching for it.

Graeme had done a whole lot of resisting. He’d pushed Callum and me away to the point where I doubted the bond was real. He’d sent us running from him.

And then he’d chased after us. He saved my life. He saved Callum…and then knelt before him and apologized with his mouth and his submission.

Graeme watched me now, need and expectation in his eyes. Above him, Callum’s gaze had narrowed. He stared at me like a hunter with prey in his sights. Before, the men had been consumed with each other, the two of them ready to go up in flames.

Now, all that heat concentrated on me.

Swallowing hard, I pulled my bra over my head. The stretchy material tangled in my hair, and my breasts bounced as I pulled it free and set it aside. My nipples thrust out proudly, tightening further under the men’s stares.

“Now the panties,” Callum said.

My breath hitched. I was soaked between my legs, nothing but the blanket and a thin layer of cotton concealing my arousal. But right now, those barriers were everything. They were the last warning signs before the road plunged over a cliff. If I kept going, I couldn’t turn back.

But I couldn’t lie to myself. I couldn’t ignore that I wanted these two men more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

The road was safer, but I didn’t want safe. I wanted to go over that cliff.

Desire and fear mixed inside me, potent chemicals combining and swirling through my veins. My heart thumped faster. Cool air teased my nipples, reminding me how decadent it was to sit in the middle of the bed with my breasts bared for two men.

“You would share me…the two of you,” I’d said to Callum in this very chamber. Dragons are polyamorous. It was the first thing I’d learned about them. And when Mariah Crane had returned to her parents’ house the morning after our sleepover, I’d dug out the book she left behind and looked at the drawings until the hot, squirming feelings I didn’t understand grew too intense to bear.

I understood them now, but they were no less intense as I pushed the blanket down.

Callum and Graeme followed the movement, and their eyes roved my bare legs and the plain cotton panties that were so wet they molded to my pussy. Heat slid like honey through my limbs as I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and stripped the fabric from my body. I was so wet, my arousal smeared the insides of my thighs.

“Callum,” Graeme said softly.

“Aye?” Callum answered, his stare fixed on my mound.

“What does she want the most?”

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