Page 43 of Smoke and Mirrors
Everyone’s hesitation went out the window in that moment. Raz pulled my hips back toward him as his tongue danced along my spine. Hunter cupped my nape in a fiercely possessive hold as he captured my mouth again, all the gentleness gone and leaving only hot desire to take my breath away.
“Hey,” Raz grazed his teeth along my ear. “Let’s head back to the bedroom tent. Hunter, where are the little ones?”
“Home,” he murmured gruffly. “At our den in the woods. They said they slept better there.”
“Perfect,” Raz hummed in a kiss against my shoulder. “My people have all left. No one should be around.”
Hunter broke away from me to peek outside the tent. Shirtless and with his pants partially undone, he looked hot as sin and I nearly found myself salivating. He’d be right at home in a Calvin Klein ad.
“Coast is clear,” he reported before stepping outside.
“Let’s go,steluta,” Raz said with a playful swat to my ass.
With Hunter already out and Raz right behind me, I darted out of the tent cackling with laughter. The bedroom was a quick jog away and I could have taken all the time in the world with no one else around, but it still felt naughty and thrilling being out in the woods without a lick of clothing on.
Hunter was waiting, leaning back on the messy air mattress on his elbows. “Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted with a wide grin as my naked form approached him.
“Hello, handsome.” I got the idea to crawl across the bed to him all slow and sexy, but that was quickly ruined by Razvan.
I screamed-laughed as the dragon shifter grabbed me around the waist from behind and picked me up. Despite my squirming, he easily carried me across the tent to the bed where he dropped us both in a freefall.
“I was going to do a sexy walk and then crawl on the bed but you ruined it,” I laughed, wiping away tears.
“Oh well. Next time,” the dragon grinned. “Preferably with meandHunter on the bed.”
“Fine,” I sighed in mock disappointment, wriggling my way up the mattress to situate myself between them.
“It’s the thought that counts.” Hunter grabbed my waist and rolled me toward him, kissing me deeply to continue what we started.
I closed my eyes, sighing contently as I explored him with only the senses of touch and taste. His body, so tall and lean, seemed to have muscles that went on forever. I tried to count his abs as my fingers drifted down his torso but he started kissing my neck, which was far too distracting for such a brain activity.
Behind me, Raz did the same exploratory touches across my back and waist. I never expected him to be so gentle while Hunter took control more aggressively. I thought they’d be the opposite.
Hunter and I finally worked his jeans down his legs and behind me, I heard the distinct unzip and rustling of Raz getting undressed. Giving Hunter one last kiss full of tongue and promise to return to him, I flipped over to face my tattooed dragon.
“Hi,” I said shyly to those grey eyes filling my vision.
“Hello,steluta,” he returned, cupping my chin for a kiss.
A sharp thrill ran through me as the length of his body pressed again. This was so new to us. I’d gotten to know Hunter’s body a little bit better since we spent more time together, but Razvan’s was completely uncharted territory.
My fingers traced the art on his shoulders, his neck, his chest, and my lips soon followed. He groaned softly, caressing me as I took my time to explore. When I reached the waistband of his briefs, he stopped my hands.
“Before you go there,” he rasped, “I want to say don’t be alarmed and don’t feel like you have to do anything.” A playful grin twitched on his face. “I’m quite modified down there too.”
“Now you’ve just made me curious,” I giggled. After just a breath of hesitation, I dragged the edge of his underwear down. More tattoos decorated his hips and lower abs. In fact, they never seemed to stop as I slowly pulled the fabric even lower.
Turned out, they didn’t.
My eyes widened as the black ink designs continued onto the shaft of his dick, decorating the thick organ with dot and line patterns like a monument. What was more, three metal balls pierced through the edge of his head just where it flared.
“Holy shit, Raz.” The declaration came from Hunter looking over my shoulder, as I had been rendered speechless. “Do you get off on pain or something?”
“Nah. The pain of body mods is a rush but it’s not a sexual thing,” he shrugged, his grin widening. “I just started to run out of real estate.”
“What’s next, your balls?”
“Yeah, probably,” he remarked as casually as if he was talking about something as innocuous as a haircut. “Thinking of getting a Jacob’s ladder too.”
