Page 57 of Dragon Thief of New York
“You remember.” Damian’s lips lift in an amazed smile just before he lunges toward our mate.
She shifts back into a dragon with a speed that impresses me and jumps from one iceberg to another before becoming human again.
“You have to share,” she hollers.
“Oh, hell yeah.” I rub my hands together, eager for what she’s offering. “Let’s do this.”
We chase Kat from iceberg to iceberg, letting her think she’s getting away with this little game while we slowly spread out until we surround her, each pouncing from a different direction at the same time. We tackle her to the ground, bodies warm with dragon fire even on the cold ice.
“You’re ours, beauty.” I roll, landing on my back with Kat on top of me, locking her tight against my body as Damian spreads her legs and watches as I enter her.
“Get her good and worked up for me, then we’ll show her what it really means to be full.” He reaches between us and strums her clit in fast little flicks that I know will set her off. “Come for us, and I’ll let you have more.”
Kat moans and shudders. Her toes curl. Her ass clenches. Damian pushes our legs open more, lifting my hips just enough that he can notch his cock right alongside mine.
“Wait,” Kat moans. “I can’t—”
“You can,” I soothe, petting her hair as Damian puts a little more pressure on her opening. The tip of him breaks past her tight rim, sliding alongside my cock in a way that has me groaning with pleasure, a shiver wracking my body.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Kat chants. “I’m… It’s not gonna…”
“It’ll fit,” Damian growls right in her ear as he pushes in another inch.
She’s shaking, sweat slicking her body and mine despite the cold. I breathe out a soft curse, then coo sweet nothings in her ear as I bite her shoulder right as Damian shoves all the way to the hilt.
Kat screams, but it’s not a scream of pain. “Y-yes!” She reaches back, grabbing at Damian with one hand and pulling him deeper. “S-so f-full.”
“Oh, damn, beauty, you’re taking us so well, squeezing us together so tight,” I say, voice low and thick. “Fuck us, Damian. Fuck your mates.”
He roars, smoke billowing from his mouth as he moves in and out of Kat’s tight heat. I’m trapped beneath them, unable to do anything but receive as he rubs against my firm length. One of my hands tangles in his hair while the other cups Kat’s cheek. One of his hands squeezes my hip while the other wraps around her waist, a look of reverence on his face.
Together, we claim our mate, making her shout her pleasure to the sky before we fill her with our combined release, his hot cum blending with mine.
When our muscles turn languid with pleasure, I roll us to our sides, hugging them both as tightly as I can. The cold ice calms my fevered heat. Damian and I are still hard, but we don’t push for more. For now, we’re content to just hold our mate, the woman we both thought we’d lost.
“This is perfect,” Kat whispers.
“It’s more than perfect,” I reply. “It’s fated. It was always meant to be like this.” I kiss her, slow and sweet. “I love you, beauty.” Then I lean over Kat’s shoulder and kiss Damian. “And I love you.”
“You stole my mate, Otto.” Though his words are sharp, there’s a touch of amusement in his tone. “And then you gave her back to me. I was half in love with you before, but I don’t just love you, I owe you everything.” When he kisses me there’s an edge of desperation to it. Our cocks twitch against each other, still inside our mate. Kat groans. Damian pulls back, looking me right in the eye. “Thank you. I love you, too.” He says the words like he’s in a dream he’s afraid will slip through his fingers.
Kat tilts her head and kisses him, melting his tension. When they break apart, she sighs happily. “I’m saving it.” She snuggles her head against my chest and wiggles her ass against Damian. “If I say it now, you’ll just think I’m copying you.”
Damian and I laugh. Then he lifts her upper leg and thrusts into her while I pull out and kiss a trail down her body until my mouth is on her clit. We make her come again and again until she’s rambling an unending stream of confessions that sound a lot like love.
Epilogue
Kat
Otto’sfingersdrumnervouslyon the arm of his chair, so I get up and sit on his lap. He immediately calms, wrapping me in his arms and nuzzling his face into my hair.
We’re waiting in the office of the dragon king, Midas. His wife, Jeslyn, showed us in, then left us to put her daughter down for a nap. She said Midas would be in soon, but that was fifteen minutes ago. It feels like some kind of strategy that he’s so late to a meeting he called.
“It’s gonna be fine.” Damian moves to stand behind us and drops a hand on Otto’s shoulder. “It all worked out for the best. They’ll see that.”
“What if—”
The door opens, and Midas strides into the room. Even if I didn’t recognize him from that first night I transformed, I’d know he was some kind of authority just from his demeanor. The dragon king is the kind of man who demands attention.
