Page 27 of Bros Come Before Hordes
"Baby steps, indeed," he said with a chuckle.
I turned to him as we neared the castle doors and pulled him to a stop. "You have to remember that I'm not lumping you three in with my world view of dragon shifters. You three mean more to me than I ever thought possible. You can ask Asa the depth of my hatred toward almost everyone, but you three... Even when I tried to sell you a vacuum, I couldn't hate you, and since then... Well, you've definitely made a home inside my soul because of what you’ve done for me. For what you’ve done for Asa."
My voice cracked and faded out at the end, but I thought I got my point across anyway.
"Same, Yara," he said, thumbing away a rogue tear that leaked down my cheek. "We knew you were coming, and yet you were still a surprising pillar of strength and beauty we didn't expect." He kissed me, just a peck, but it was so full of meaning that it left me breathless. "Thank you."
"That's what I was going to say." I grinned as he took my hand and led me to the castle.
When we made it to our oasis, our stretch of curved hallway with our bedrooms and the art room, Vance caught me by the waist and shoved me up against the wall. My breath left me in a whoosh, and I briefly forgot to inhale again because Vance’s stubbled chin was scraping down the column of my neck, followed by his lips and tongue and teeth.
I gasped as a shiver rolled across my nipples and hardened them.
“Do you hear it?” he rumbled, his voice all lust and man as he pressed into me.
A roar started between my ears, a great crashing that matched the blood throbbing through me. I couldn’t hear a thing. But I could feel it, feel my body responding, feel the walls and floor vibrate with that wild, sensual beat.
The dragon shifter mating song.
My body came alive then while Vance dragged the front of my dress down with one hand and hiked the length of it up with the other. I threw my hands above my head, my mouth falling open as I danced to the beat that was pounding into my bones. Soaking my panties. Making me swell and ache and spread my legs wide for Vance’s seeking fingers.
But he tore away, his shoulders heaving, his tongue braced against his upper lip as he eyed me like candy.
“Bedroom,” he ground out.
He hauled me away from the wall and pressed my hand to his cock throbbing beneath his jeans as we flew down the hall. I stroked it hard, all of my senses devoured by the music I could now hear. It made me dizzy with need so powerful that it burned through my veins and scattered all thoughts except to fuck.
Now.
I pushed Vance against the wall and attacked him, driving my hips against his while at the same time fighting with his zipper. With a frenzied groan, he tangled his hand to the back of my head and kissed me violently with a clash of his mouth and tongue.
The bass beat of the song thrummed up through the floor and pulsed straight to my pussy in wild, sensual waves. I couldn’t control myself as I finally freed Vance’s cock and hiked my dress up.
“Asa,” he rasped out, glancing down the hallway. “He could see us, and I’m sure he’d have a lot of questions about what I’m going to do to you.”
The promise in his voice slid underneath my heated skin like liquid sin, and I nearly came right then. But the meaning behind his words broke through the haze.
We practically ran, not to Vance’s room but to mine, I guessed because I had a bigger bed. Didn’t matter.
We passed Tavis’s room, and there, the music sounded the loudest. Through the half-open door, Vance writhed completely naked on his bed, pumping his cock. I moaned at the beautiful sight, wanting to join him, wanting him to join us, but Vance closed his door and kept us going. Calhoun grunted from inside his bedroom, just inside the open door, thrusting his dick into his fist. He came in his palm just as we neared, squirting a geyser of it, but he didn’t slow his jacking off. His dark, predatory eyes lifted to mine, so filled with hunger that I clenched my thighs together and touched myself through my dress.
Vance closed his door, too, and I made a desperate sound at the back of my throat like a wild animal. I would go crazy soon if...
The rest of that thought vanished as Vance spun me into my room, slammed the door, and ridded me of my dress in five seconds flat. The music thudded through the walls and floor, filling us both up with frenzied need. His lips and hands were everywhere as he pushed me back to the bed, feeling, touching, grinding me against him. Then he spread me out on all fours on the bed.
“I fucking love the taste of you,” he growled as he climbed up behind me. With a loud groan, he kissed his way over my ass cheek and straight to my ass.
I cried out at the sensation and rocked back into him while he traced my clit with his thumb and plunged two fingers up inside my wet pussy. I came immediately, already rocked to the brink by the music, a long shudder barreling down my spine. My pussy clamped down on his thrusting fingers while he kept licking my asshole.
Not with a forked tongue since he couldn’t shift, but I didn’t mind. Still, this must be his kink since we’d done this before. Just like Calhoun’s was fucking in cars. And Tavis’s was no-holds-barred fun, sweet sex.
All of it was amazing.
Since I’d had one orgasm, I could think slightly clearer for a few seconds, so I gently removed myself from Vance’s tongue, pushed him down flat on the bed, and then lowered on top of him in the reverse cowgirl. Ohhh, he filled me up so nicely.
Vance made a sound like he agreed as he grabbed my hips with bruising intensity and slammed up into me. “Fuck, you feel good, My Thief. So wet.”
I matched his rough pace, the music already coaxing another orgasm from deep inside me.
