Page 11 of Taming
“Hey--” He turns his head as he shouts and the other two both tilt their heads to look at him. “--our …lovely hostwants to know if you two are just fucktiles like she thought.”
Ouch.Fucktile. I guess I could have used a more endearing term for them.
Chaos and Kain stalk toward us until they’re just behind Rime. In a swirl of red and black, the glistening scales retract from sight, revealing smooth skin. In a matter of seconds, the two dragons shift from beast to man. Their … manhood hangs directly in my line of sight. My eyes close as I quickly put my hand up before I even see their features.
“Okay, there’s an abundance of cock in face right now, and I’d really appreciate it if there was a little less nudity.”
Chaos’ big hand pushes across his dick, and for an instant, I think he’s going to cover himself with his hand. But no. He grips his dick and blatantly adjusts himself. A little piece of me dies inside. And another little piece of me comes to life, I swear it.
“What’s wrong with nudity?” Chaos’ question demands that I be an adult and look these men in their eyes.
Maintain eye contact. Maintain eye contact. Maintain eye contact.
A shadow of a beard defines his strong jaw. My breath catches when I look at him. His eyes are beautiful. Inky lashes line one amber eye and one sapphire eye, and I swallow hard at the sight of his intense gaze. The glaring attention Kain gives me reminds me that a question was asked.
“There’s nothing wrong with nudity, I just don’t want your junk in my face.”
Why am I having this conversation right now? Where did my life go so wrong that I’m arguing with my pets about having their dicks in my face?
I should have put my new money to good use and bought wine. I need wine. Lots and lots of wine.
Rime reaches above himself until he grabs the hand towel from the table. Carelessly he tosses it in his lap. It covers his pale skin with the most minimal amount of modesty, but at least the meat market is concealed.
Kain shifts on his bare feet until he spots the nearest cloth. He pulls the thin curtain down from my small kitchen window and holds it respectfully between his lean hips. Light red hair trails down his abdomen and I have to force myself not to follow it all the way down to where the cloth is now held in place.
Okay, two of the three little pigs are now safely within their homes. Not that I’m going to huff and puff and blow anything for anyone.
When my gaze locks with Chaos’, he finally starts to get the message. It’s not that hard. Cover. Up. The. Dick. Why is it so hard to train these three to do anything?
There’s not much in his reach. He stands at Kain’s side just near the table. He pauses for a second, the panes of his chest skimming against Kain’s before he grabs the only thing on the table.
A glass. My drinking glass. He lowers it until it’s perfectly in place in front of his dick. Unfortunately, it’s a clear glass and only seems to magnify and warp the image of his cock.
Seriously?
I should have just settled for the one million the Prince originally offered.
Chapter Four
The Shifters and the Mage
Kain shoves the other white curtain at his friend and it takes Chaos a second to understand what Kain wants him to do with it.
When the three of them are nicely covered up, I finally really look at them. Kain’s hair is nearly as fiery as his scales were. Sculpted lines veer down his body just like the other two men. Though, Rime is a slighter build out of the three. They look like they were built for destruction and power but also beauty and grace.
It’s an odd sort of mixture that I’ve never really seen before.
“You guys can shift back though, right?” I’m mentally trying to figure out how I can present these three to the Prince and still get paid …
“We can.” Kain nods, his jaw locking firmly back in place.
Tension lines his body as if he’s always one instant away from roaring back into the dragon I know so well.
“Okay…” I take a breath and try to think through all this. What the hell was Agatha doing with three shifters? “I watched you hatch, but you seem to beverygrown.” I blink up at them and force myself not to emphasize what part of them seems themostgrown.
A smirk tilts Chaos’ lips.
“Someone enchanted our dragon form into hatchlings to make us more trusting to anyone who might find us. He wants us to bring him back what he recently lost.” Chaos’ words are spoken clearly, but they only cause confusion.
