Page 52 of Surge of Storms

He grins.

“Zane…” Evander begins.

“Trust me,” he says sweetly. “It will be fun.”

Famous last words.

NINETEEN

Samantha

The five ofus are packed tightly into a little military tent that’s been concealed in the long grass and flowers just a short distance from the solar panels. It’s dark, cold, and boring, but Zane believes that the dragon who dropped these off will be back to either add more to the pile, or to just check on the pile to see if I’d taken it. So, here we are. Staking out the drop site.

Fun, fun…

I snuggle a little deeper under the big blanket that covers all of us. Aydan and Granger are at my sides, warming me up, but it’s still colder than I like. It doesn’t help that I’m bored, so I only have the cold to focus on.

“Let’s play a game.”

“Or we can focus on the mission,” Evander says dryly.

I’m tempted to stick my tongue out at him, but I have other things to focus on. Turning to Granger, I say, “You’re looking mighty good, storm dragon.”

Granger gives me an amused look. “Oh?”

Leaning over, I kiss his neck, then start sucking down his throat.

He groans. “The… mission.”

“So?” I flick my tongue against his neck.

“Seriously, Sam, you have to stop. I can’t handle it.”

Damn.

I move away from him, then turn and kiss Aydan hard, sweeping my tongue into his mouth. I love the second I feel him melt against me, the moment his lips slant over mine, and his pulse speeds up.

“Sam…” Evander begins, a warning tone in his voice.

Breaking our kiss, I push on Aydan, until he’s on his back, then I lean over him and reach over, grabbing ahold of Evander’s cock. Which, as much as he’d been complaining about what I’m doing, is rock hard.

“Let’s play a little,” I murmur.

“I am ready to play!” Zane announces, starting to undo the buttons on his jeans.

Evander groans. “No, we’re not doing this. Focus. We’re on a mission. A mission to talk to this dragon, to reason with him. That’s going to be pretty hard to do with us all mounting and fucking Sam like wild animals.”

I pout. “It doesn’t have to be full fucking. You guys are all really skilled with your hands.”

“Want me to touch you?” Zane volunteers.

Evander shoots him an angry look that I can just barely make out in the moonlight. “No one is touching anyone. If we get Sam all hot and bothered, how the hell do we expect that dragon to stay in control?”

Shoot. I hadn’t thought about that. “Fine.”

“So, pants on?” Zane asks, sounding sad.

“Pants on,” I grumble.

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