Page 28 of Bros Come Before Hordes
He came with a loud bellow, his whole body shuddering beneath me, but made no move to stop. Instead, he sat up so his chest pressed against my back, wrapped one arm around my stomach to hold me close, and sank his other hand down to my clit. Moaning, I sagged back against his shoulder as he swirled and flicked it. His cock, just as hard as ever, continued to pump into me, only slightly slower than before. And deeper. He dropped kisses across my shoulders and smoothed one hand up my stomach to cup my breast, so heavy and aching for his touch. His other hand rubbed tight circles into my clit, climbing me higher.
“Vance...” I kept whispering his name as I wrapped one arm behind me around his head to run my fingers through his white-blond hair. He felt so good...everywhere.
I came again, even more powerfully than the time before, and rode that high like a madwoman, squirming and bucking against Vance. I never wanted this feeling to end.
“Fuck...” He pressed his groan between my shoulder blades as he came, too, with a long shudder.
Aftershocks rolled through me even as our hips still moved together, like we could keep doing this forever.
The mating song, which seemed to have been playing on a loop—or maybe it was just really, really long—switched off. A quick knock at my bedroom door, and then Tavis entered, followed closely by Calhoun. Vance and I stopped, still naked, still recovering from our multiple orgasms, and still joined. But Tavis and Calhoun barely cast us a glance. They swept around the room in opposite directions, searching top to bottom, underneath the bed, and through my closet.
“Guys?” I shared a worried look with Vance and uncoupled with him, hugging the bedsheet to my chest, not from embarrassment, but to contain the shiver of unease coursing through me. The spell the mating song had put us all under had vanished.
Calhoun stopped by my dresser and picked up a letter there with Asa’s name on it. It was another invitation from the Mechanical Achievement Center for Kids. Or MACK for short, just like the name of my vacuum. The name the seer had told my harem about according to her fuzzy vision about me.
Calhoun held his finger to his lips, then opened the letter. Inside was a folded piece of paper, but he also held up a tiny silver disc he scraped up from the bottom of the envelope. He crossed to the window, flung it open, and tossed all of it out.
Tavis let out a long breath as if he’d been holding it for years. “I think that’s all of them.”
“All of them what?” I asked.
“Listening devices, Yara,” he said. “I put the music on to drown out the sounds of Calhoun and me searching for them, but then forgot I put the dragon mating song at the end of my playlist. Oops.” He shrugged. “It took me a while to be able to turn it off since it drove me nuts.”
“At least we had fun in the process,” Calhoun said, and threw me a devilish grin. “Though I’m not sure why you didn’t come into my room so I could’ve watched.”
Vance smoothed the hair back from my face, still naked and unapologetic about it, his face thoughtful and sincere. “Because I wanted her all to myself, that’s why.”
I smiled at him. Damn, I was a lucky girl.
“Anyway,” Tavis continued, “when Asa and I were setting up the cameras you requested, he found one in one of the statues downstairs. Small, disc-shaped, and on the backs were the letters M-A-C-K.”
Vance looked to me, his brow furrowed. “Cameras?”
“Shit. I was going to tell you. You and Calhoun both. I’m sorry. It’s just for peace of mind,” I blurted, shame heating my cheeks.
He kissed my shoulder. “Baby steps, Yara. You’ll get there.”
“If it weren’t for the cameras, we might not have found the listening devices.” A brief twinge of hurt cast more shadows on Calhoun’s dark eyes, there and then gone. “I do wish you’d told all of us though.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m an idiot.” My chest felt hollowed out at keeping a secret from them, but right now, there were more important things to focus on. I shoved their disappointment in me aside for now. “How long has someone been listening in on us? And more importantly who?”
“And why?” Tavis asked. “It’s an awfully big coincidence that once again, we’re getting MACK references when we’ve already found our queen.”
He was right. This MACK business was evolving into something else entirely.
Something that wanted to listen. To spy.
The fae? Other dragon shifters who didn’t trust their new queen?
Whoever it was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was some kind of warning. And I had no idea what it meant.
