Page 21 of Surge of Storms

“Wait, what?” Aydan’s gaze slides to Granger. “Bro, what? You can control the weather? I think we talked about this, but I guess I didn’t really get it.”

Granger shrugs. “I wasn’t sure. There was a storm when I fought the green dragon, and I felt connected to it, but I was too focused on Sam.”

“As you should be,” Zane says, without missing a beat. “But now we have our large, powerful alpha. We will be untouchable. We will rule these skies and protect Sam with ease. And when the four of us take her to bed, she will be more satisfied than she ever imagined.”

Now, I feel embarrassed. “Four of you? I barely know how to handle three of you.”

Zane’s gaze meets mine and burns. “You were built for the four of us. As good as we have made you feel, it is nothing compared to when we all share you.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” Granger says, sounding uncertain.

Aydan shakes his head. “We might have to ease into seeing each other’s dicks in this new light. I mean, this is hardly like standing next to each other in the urinals. This is… intimate.”

A snort of laughter explodes from my lips. “It shouldn’t be that strange. You know what men look like naked. You’re all pretty much the same, even if you come in assorted sizes.”

“Assorted sizes?” Evander smirks at me. “As long as I’m the largest.”

I think of Granger and give a noncommittal shrug.

Evander’s eyes widen. “Wait, you meant it when you said he was bigger?Thatguy?” He can’t seem to form the words.

I smile. “The big, alpha storm dragon definitely lives up to his reputation.”

Granger is redder than an apple. “Sam!”

“They’re going to know soon enough,” I tease.

“There’s no way,” Evander mutters.

I give him a knowing look.

Evander crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “Let’s see it.”

“Now?” Granger chokes out.

It’s impossible not to laugh. “Give the guy a break. You’ll see it soon enough.”

Aydan eats some rice and murmurs, “I mean, I’ve been next to him in a urinal. I know he’s got an elephant trunk.”

Zane smiles ear-to-ear. “You usually work your way up to taking the storm dragon in your ass.”

All eyes swing to him as he dives into his food, seemingly unaware of what he just said, or the pictures that are swirling through our minds. Granger’s dick in my ass? There’s no way that’s going to happen. I won’t poop right for a year… it’ll just slide right out.

Evander clears his throat. “So, on a non ass or dick related topic, the three dragons have been quiet since their little plan failed.”

“That’s a relief,” I say, then devour the rest of my orange chicken.

“We can’t plan on this silence lasting long, so we should probably all rest up and prepare ourselves for more trouble.”

“Trouble the storm dragon will quickly handle,” Zane says proudly.

Granger reaches over and takes my hand. “It’s good we have a little time here. Sam might look okay, but she definitely needs some time to heal.”

“I’m okay,” I reassure him.

His expression leaves no room for arguments. “You risked your life to save me and got hurt in the process. Now, it’s my job to make sure you get better.”

I want to argue with him, but a yawn escapes my lips. “Maybe a little rest wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

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