Page 43 of Dragon Thief of New York
A warm flush spreads through me at the protectiveness in his voice. It’s been a long time since someone stood up for me. But… “I need this job, Otto.”
When I pick up the phone to call my boss back, Otto sets his hand over mine. “You don’t.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “You have two mates who want nothing more than to take care of you. One young and strong and ready to beat up anyone who disrespects you.” He smirks, motioning at himself before pointing down the hall. “And the other, well-established and rich as fuck. Trust me when I say neither of us wants you working for an asshole like that.”
I’m not about to just trust that these guys I don’t know are going to take care of me and my son, but I don’t really think Mr. Russell will fire me over a dropped call and taking a few days of emergency time off. We’ll see how things land when I show back up next week. For now, it doesn’t seem like a battle worth fighting. I’d rather just enjoy lunch and figure out the future later.
We avoid the topic of work as Otto finishes making lunch and we chat about casual, innocuous things. I’m not usually great at small talk, but Otto makes it easy. He asks interesting questions, and once again, truly listens to my answers.
We’re just finishing up our sandwiches when a man walks down the hall and into the kitchen. He’s wearing sweatpants, but no shirt, and the sight of all those muscles makes my breath catch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man so chiseled before.
His eyes catch mine before glancing away like he’s embarrassed. From what little Otto’s told me of the last time Damian and I were together, I guess I can understand that reaction.
“Hi, Damian,” I say, testing the water.
“Hi, Kat.” He keeps his eyes on his feet, hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants. “What do you remember?”
“Not you. But… I remember the story about you.”
He seems to breathe a little easier, his shoulders dropping away from his ears.
“And I’ve been told I gave you one hell of a blow job,” I add just to mess with him and see how he’ll respond. “What do you think?”
He chokes on nothing and covers his face with his hands. Adorable. I like him already.
Getting up, I cross the room and gently pull his hands away from his face. “You up for talking to some priests and priestesses?”
“Yeah.” His smile is soft. “Let’s go get your memories back.”
Chapter 23
Kat
Idon’tknowwhy,butI feel a little embarrassed to shift in front of Damian. I know in my head that he’s seen me naked before, but I don’t remember it, and he still seems like a stranger. But that’s not really what has me pausing and turning away the moment the two men start to strip down on the roof of Damian’s building.
I don’t want to shift in front of Damian, because I don’t want to remind him of what I chose not to become for him. What I am now. Shifting in front of him feels almost like it’d be rubbing salt in a wound.
So, I keep my back turned as I take off my shirt, then shimmy out of my jeans. My bra and panties go next. The warm sun heats my skin while a cool breeze peaks my nipples, making me acutely aware that I’m standing on top of a New York rooftop completelynaked with the most attractive men I’ve ever seen right behind me.
I peek over my shoulder, expecting to see them both already in their dragon forms. The heated looks they’re giving me make me wobble, quickly look away, and grip the brick ledge that lines the rooftop.
“Turn around, beauty,” Otto says in a husky voice. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen before, and you need to get used to nudity now that you’re a dragon.”
“It… doesn’t need to mean anything,” Damian adds.
The shudder in his thick voice makes me look back again. The two of them don’t try to cover up, they stand tall and proud and… hard. For me. Because they were watching me.
I turn around slowly, fighting the desire to cover the rolls on my stomach and the stretch marks on my heavy breasts. I’ve never been shy about sex, but like most women, I have to constantly battle my perceptions about my body.
“Stunning,” Otto whispers.
Damian doesn’t say anything. His stomach muscles clench and his cock kicks against his abs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cock so erect, or so thick.
They both look at me like I’m the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen. My shoulders pull back, head lifting higher as I let them drink me in with their eyes while I do the same.
My gaze travels down Damian’s square chest and narrow waist to take in his long cock. Thick veins bulge from the overflow of blood making it plump and hard. Pre-cum beads on the tip and drips onto the ground at his feet. I can almost see the way it pulses and throbs.
My gaze shifts slowly over to Otto, who’s got his hands on his hips like some kind of proud superhero. He has plenty to be proud of. I may have called him a kid, but what’s before me is all man.
I suck my lips between my teeth and bite off the things I want to ask them to do to me right here on this rooftop. “We should get going.”
