Page 15 of Dragon Flames
It’s either calm the predators stalking me or die.
So, why did a thrill go through my core at the thought of claiming them for my own?
I would be the one in charge.
The one who can take what I want, when I want it.
And I’m shocked to realize how much I relish the idea, the beast inside me craving a taste of both freedom and the two men bracketing me.
I just have to be brave enough to take it.
I lean toward the man in front of me, expecting him to take over.
Waiting for his mouth to slam down over mine and take what he wants.
But he keeps his word and remains absolutely still.
A secret thrill sets butterflies fluttering in my stomach and my heart takes flight—and I want more. I rest my hand on his chest, ignoring the way chains clink around my wrists. My fingers tingle at the contact, and I hate that fabric is separating us.
My breasts brush against his chest, and I almost jerk back, waiting for my stomach to churn with revulsion—instead, my heart flutters wildly and my nipples harden almost painfully.
I gasp and gaze up at the blond giant in shock when I realize I actually desire the brute. I tremble, the urge to run almost as strong as my need to stay.
When he still doesn’t take what he wants, I gather my courage and close the distance between us, pressing my lips against his. I remain frozen, staring at him, waiting for the groping hands and the bite of pain.
Only, it never comes.
I frown and pull away, both disappointed and frustrated that my first real kiss sucked. I place my hands on my hips and glare up at him. “What game are you playing?”
His eyebrows arch up, giving him a slightly puzzled look, then an incredulous expression crosses his face. “Try it again.”
It’s both a demand and a plea.
Heat burns my cheeks, and I narrow my eyes on him in suspicion, not sure I like the change in him…like he’s discovered a secret.
I brace myself for a fist, swallowing hard as I wait for him to ridicule me.
But neither one happens.
I don’t know how to deal with someone like him. Uncertainty twists me up in a way that makes me wonder if I’m about to be sick. Ignoring the sudden case of nerves, I lean up again, watching and waiting for him to pull some trick.
My mouth lands on his again, my lips tingling, then my heart skips a beat when his mouth parts under mine. He moves his lips slowly, giving me time to retreat, but I suddenly don’t want to give up the soaring sensations.
My eyes slide shut, and I lean against him, startled by how eager I am for more. My worries vanish at the taste of him, my body catching fire as I press closer.
A second set of lips touches my neck, but instead of being repulsed, more heat floods my core. I can’t stop from arching between the two of them, longing to feel their touch.
Their erections press against me, demanding attention.
It should’ve sent me running, but it drag a moan out of me instead.
More.
The shock of the word has me jerking away, and I cover my mouth with the back of my hand as I step away from the men, glaring at both of them. “What did you do to me?”
Because even though they aren’t touching me now, the heat continues to build until my body actually hurts.
Pain rips through my chest, then down my back, like I’ve been lashed.
