Page 47 of Kiss of Frost

Oh gods. I knew what was coming, but I whimpered anyway as Callum’s eyes flared bright green. His magic was painless. It didn’t ravage or invade. It was stealthy and all the more dangerous for it. Sex was a drug. A weapon. It was power. Maybe the only kind. And Callum wielded it with breathtaking precision.

He reached down and pulled Graeme to his feet. Callum’s dick was still red and engorged, and it bobbed as he wrapped an arm around Graeme’s shoulders and pulled him close. “She wants this first,” he murmured, and he took Graeme’s mouth in a searing kiss.

I leaned forward, my heart thumping harder. The castle could have exploded, and I’m not sure I would have noticed. They didn’t ease into it. There was no warm-up. No, they skipped straight to incendiary, the tangle of their jaws hotter than anything I’d seen in my life. It transcended a kiss, sliding into something primal and indelibly masculine. Maybe it was the hint of danger that burned between them or the low sound of their mingled grunts of pleasure. Whatever it was, it set my body on fire. If I’d been able to tear my gaze from the men, I might have looked down to make sure my skin wasn’t smoking.

Graeme’s hand found Callum’s ass and squeezed. Callum groaned and rocked onto his toes, grinding his bare dick into the front of Graeme’s pants. Callum moved like sex personified, undulating his hips in a slow, wicked roll. Without breaking the kiss, Graeme shifted his feet, rotating Callum so I had a full view of Callum’s ass.

And then Graeme put his hands all over it. He palmed both cheeks and dug his fingers into the muscle. He kneaded and teased, pulling Callum’s buttocks apart and giving me forbidden glimpses of Callum’s smooth cleft and tightly puckered entrance. Heat suffused my cheeks as Graeme rubbed circles around it. He pulled his mouth from Callum’s and locked eyes with me over Callum’s shoulder. Holding my gaze, he withdrew his hand from Callum’s ass and lifted it to his mouth. He sucked on two of his fingers, then carried them, wet and glistening, back to Callum’s cleft. Without breaking my stare, he painted moisture around Callum’s rim before pushing a thick finger into Callum’s ass.

My pussy clenched. Callum’s deep groan of pleasure reached my ears. Only half aware of what I was doing, I rose to my knees in the bed. My breasts felt so heavy and full, my nipples hard and aching. Desire pounded between my legs. Moisture seeped from my pussy, and the scent of my arousal lifted around me. My hair streamed over my shoulders, the ends grazing my nipples. Lust soaked the air, and it infected me, spreading through my veins and turning me shameless. I wanted to plunge my fingers between my legs and finger the silk I knew I’d find there. I wanted to crawl on all fours to the end of the bed just to feel my breasts sway.

And I wanted to keep going—to slip to the floor and crawl to the men and kneel nude at their feet. I wanted Graeme’s hands in my hair guiding my head to Callum’s cock. I wanted them standing above me, blue and green gazes watching as I took Callum into my mouth. I wanted so many things, and I wanted them with these men.

They’ll just take you, Georgie, and they’ll never let you go.

Good, I thought, holding Graeme’s gaze. I didn’t want to get away.

Graeme pumped his finger into Callum’s ass, delving a little deeper each time. My breathing went ragged, and I felt every thrust in my pussy as I watched Callum’s pink hole flex and flutter around the intrusion.

Power buzzed in the air, turning it wild and electric. The currents slipped around me, brushing my overheated skin and dripping pussy.

Graeme pulled his fingers from Callum’s ass and spun Callum to face me. He slung an arm around Callum’s chest and nuzzled his neck, making him shiver. Callum’s dick stuck out from his body, the head smeared with moisture and the skin of his shaft stretched so tightly it looked ready to split. When Callum reached for his cock, Graeme seized his wrist and held it at Callum’s side. Callum hissed, but he didn’t look angry. His throat bobbed, and he let his head fall against Graeme’s shoulder.

“What does she want now?” Graeme growled in Callum’s ear.

All the hair on my body lifted as Callum’s glowing green eyes fixed on me. “Me in her cunt,” he said, his voice so low and rough it was unrecognizable. “You taking my arse.”

Deep in my mind, in the part of my brain still capable of coherent thought, a voice whispered that maybe this was too much, too fast, and too soon. But then Graeme reached down and gripped Callum’s cock, and the voice flitted away.

“Is that what you want?” Graeme asked, his lips brushing Callum’s ear as he pumped a slow fist up and down Callum’s straining dick.

Callum’s eyes were two glowing green slits. “Aye.”

The men stared at me, their gazes pinning me in place. My body shook with need, but I didn’t dare move. As the air thickened with lust, I recalled another thing I’d read in Mariah Crane’s book.

Dragon blood runs true.

At the time, it had been nothing more than a fact on a list—a bullet point consumed and forgotten. But I understood it now. Dragons were the apex predators of the immortal world. Callum and Graeme may have inherited gifts from their mothers, but no one looking at them now would mistake them for anything other than dragons.

If I ran, they would chase me—and they would enjoy the hunt. Their forefathers had scorched entire villages looking for their females. They’d gone to war to find new brides. They’d burned and destroyed, doing as they pleased because no one could stop them.

Callum and Graeme watched me, the promise of the chase in their eyes. Try it, their gazes said.

And, gods help me, some part of me wanted to run, to be caught and pinned and taken in all the ways Callum had whispered in my ear when he pulled my darkest, most twisted fantasies from my brain. I wanted to be hunted and claimed.

“Please,” I rasped, wetting my lips. The men groaned in unison, and the sound shot straight to my pussy.

Graeme released Callum and swatted him on the ass. “Give her what she wants.”

Callum was on the bed in a second, snagging my legs and jerking me into position beneath him. He kept one foot on the floor as he tilted my chin up and brought his mouth down on mine, searing my lips with a kiss just shy of violence.

I moaned into his mouth as I spread my legs and felt his hot dick prodding my sex. I thrust my hips up, trying to screw my pussy onto his cock.

“Greedy lass,” he growled, and I got a flash of heated green eyes before he trailed his mouth down my body and latched onto one of my nipples. As he gave it a rough suck, Graeme appeared over his shoulder.

“Gods,” I whimpered, staring up at him while Callum bit and suckled my nipple. Graeme’s pale gaze roamed our bodies, taking in Callum’s ass and my spread thighs before settling on Callum suckling my breast.

“Now the other,” Graeme murmured. As Callum moved his mouth to my other nipple and sucked hard, Graeme studied the one he’d just abandoned. The soaked, reddened peak tightened under his regard, and I whimpered again as more moisture pooled between my thighs.

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