Page 45 of The Alpha's Mates

“Dragons are voyeurs. We like to watch and be watched.” He licked the side of her neck. “This little arrangement is perfect. Touch us, Bell. Don’t be afraid. Be bold. Be adventurous. Love us.” There’d been a thread of absoluteness in his voice along with a hint of pleading.

“Yes.” She turned to him. “Show me.”

A cocky grin spread across his face. “I’m going to do more than show you.” The heat of his body in front of her mingled with the heat of Christoph behind her. Both men sandwiched her between them, giving her scant amount of room to move.

Before she could ask what happened next, Jackson wrapped his hand around the nape of Christoph’s neck and pulled him in. Surprise registered on her lion’s face seconds before Jackson covered Christoph’s mouth with his. Both men grunted. At first, it had been a tentative affair. Then, once again, something clicked. She witnessed it in their bodies first. The rigidness in Christoph’s lumbering frame bled out. His hand came up and mimicked Jackson’s, and then they groaned.

Watching them had a full-body flush consuming her. Never had she seen anything so spectacular, or carnal or erotic before in her life. Oh sure, she’d seen Jace kiss Blake, but not with such passion. She feared she’d dissolve into nothing before they turned their attention to her. A whimper of longing fell from her, and they finally broke the kiss. Both men panted for breath as they stared down at her.

“What the fuck?” Christoph’s cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed with desire, and if the thickness of his erection brushing against her butt was any sign of how much he enjoyed the lip-lock… Oh boy. “Why was that different?”

Jackson gave a playful lift of his shoulder. “Dragons are amorous during mating. We like to sample and try everything. It’s what connects us. The full moon makes all of this”—he motioned between them— “pleasurable. Intense. We’re like a walking aphrodisiac.”

“I want more,” Christoph groaned. “I can’t wait for estrus and the full moon to happen at the same time.”

Bell blanched. “Oh, my.”

Jackson laughed. “Not a problem. But, we’ll have to take regular breaks for Bell, don’t want to break her.”

Christoph flipped him off. “No shit. Bell is our priority.” He spun her around. “Her pussy craves us.” Palming her ass, he pressed her against him and captured her lips. He didn’t take his time, instead devoured her with his mouth and tongue until she didn’t know which way was up. She sank into it, wrapping her arms around his neck. He consumed her without even trying. When he broke the kiss, his eyes were hooded. The pink tinge to his cheeks had darkened, and his lips parted. Arousal glittered in his gaze. “Mine first.”

“O-okay.” She held onto his biceps for dear life while he carried her to the bed and laid her out.

“Pull off my shirt.”

“You sure you wouldn’t like Jackson to do the honors?” she teased him.

The bark of laughter from Jackson had him growling. “Good one, blondie.”

Christoph curled his lip and grave a low yowl of warning. “Take off my shirt, Bell.”

She did what he asked, exposing every muscular plane and ridge of his body. In an instant, she became the awkward, bashful girl she’d always been whenever she saw Christoph or Jackson naked. She dipped her chin and turned her gaze from him.

“No, you don’t.” He lifted her chin, so they looked at each other. “My body is yours. You don’t have to be timid around us because I guarantee we’ll be staring at your tits, your ass, and everything in between.”

“He’s right.” Jackson sauntered to the bed. Already he had his belt undone on his pants and the first few buttons were open, exposing the tan, hairless flesh of the upper part of his groin. The hard V-muscle… Groove… Whatever it was called tempted her beyond reason. She wanted to trace each vein with the tip of her tongue. If she pushed it down a little, she’d see the top of his penis.

She bit her lip as he slid into bed, and Christoph hovered over her. “What do I do?”

“You’re going to open my pants and pull out my dick.”

“Why am I still clothed?”

“I can help you there, blondie.” Jackson grabbed the zipper on the side of her skirt, then pulled it down. Each tooth being released sounded like a mini-explosion. Her heart pounded, and her breath came in shallow pants. He groaned when her pale flesh had been exposed to his perusal. “Don’t move, blondie. I can’t wait.” He slipped his hand beneath the band of her panties. The tips of his fingers slid through her already slick and sensitive cunt. “Damn, Bell. Why didn’t you say something?” He eased into the opening of her fold and continued to rub her.

The pounding of her heart increased. Her hands went to his shoulders, steadying herself as he continued to finger her. “Jackson.” She moaned his name, lifting her hips when he swiped her clit.

Christoph pressed her hands to the crotch of his pants, urging her to continue to comply with his instructions. She did so readily, opening his jeans, and fisting his long, thick erection. She gasped at his size. “If I never mentioned it before, you’re huge. I love when you push into me. It feels so good.”

“Thank you, kitten.” He winked at her and grabbed her hand. “I like it like this.” He grunted, helping her tighten her grip then showed her the pace he enjoyed. “Yes… Fuck. How does she feel, Jackson?”

“Heaven. So wet. She’s already coating my fingers with her juices. I think she got off on our kiss.” He flicked her clit, then filled her with his fingers once more.

She clenched around him. Her eyes went wide. “Jackson.”

“What do you need, Bell?” He continued to manipulate the small bundle of nerves while fingering her.

“I want to come.” Her thighs quivered. Her lower belly coiled with this overwhelming intense pleasure.

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