The golden, silky skin over hard muscle was allmine.
I yanked off my shirt, but when Xandros reached for my bra, Rhodes pushed him aside.
“You have the finesse of a Rhinogran,” he said.
I had no idea what a Rhinogran was. But it was true I was down to this one bra. And by Xandros’s heavy, uneven breathing, patience might not be his strong suit at this given moment…
“At least I do not rip anything,” Xandros growled.
His brother proved that he wasn’t completely out of it. “I was suitably inspired,” Zyair breathed in Drakonian.
“Horny, you mean,” Xandros said in English.
Rhodes drifted his hands down my shoulders to the front clasp of my bra. “This must go.”
I raised a brow as he deftly unclipped it, sliding the straps off my shoulders. Zyair inhaled sharply as my breasts were revealed. When he reached to caress them—the heat in his fingertips made me gasp.
To return the favor, I ran my hands over his powerful pectoral muscles—nothing did pecs like a dragon. He exhaled hard.
“You’re burning up,” I whispered.
He ignored my assessment and lowered his head to lave my aching nipple with his tongue. His pain reverberated through the link, but the lust had altered to a drivingneedthat was so powerful itwas nearly overwhelming. As it swept through us, we all longed for culmination.
Hot, Zyair’s tongue was so hot, and it did things no human tongue was capable of. Did itreallywrap all the way around?
Apparently, it did.
He protested in a mild grumble when Rhodes and Xandros lifted me onto the crate. They did it slowly, giving Zyair time to trail his tongue along my midriff. When they sat me down, I was in Xandros’s lap. I leaned back against something large and incredibly rigid that pushed urgently up through the coveralls he wore, and he tucked me so tight to his hips that his balls—were they really glowing bright enough to shine through the fabric?—were pushed against my buttocks.
Carried on the tsunami of purefeel, I was barely aware of Zyair placing one hand on my hip, while with the other…
Oh man.I was going to need an entirely new wardrobe after this flight. But with my heart fluttering like a trip hammer, I couldn’t find it in me to care. Maybe we could all just hang around gloriously naked…
Well, they were glorious, anyway.
Rhodes sighed.
“Smooth, bro,” Xandros rumbled.
“They are in the way,” complained Zyair as he continued the ripping, removing my leggings in strips from my hips and thighs. How did he do that without those talons doing more than drift across my skin?
The crate had me at just the right height for him to move up on his knees, lean forward and…Wowsers.Hot and wet, that carnal tongue of his sampled me and amped my general state of desperation. It massaged as my legs closed around his head. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp while he made groaning rumbles of pleasure.
Xandros’s big hands caressed my thighs, parting them for his brother.
Who then went deeper.
No fucking way.
I needed this explained. Sometime in the future, perhaps, not at this very minute. My hands fastened in Zyair’s hair, encouraging whatever the hell he was doing that had me moaning.
Xandros’s hands moved to my breasts, where they pulled on my nipples until they formed tender peaks. Each pull sent pulses of pure electricity zipping through me. When I gasped, he lowered his head, and proved that Drake tongues were multitalented. It danced along my neck and up behind my ear…
Entangled in Zyair’s thick hair, small talons sprang from my fingertips and black scales erupted along my arms and thighs. They glittered blue in the light of the lantern. When my talons scraped lightly along his scalp, his arousal ratcheted tighter.
“See, youarea little Draka,” Rhodes murmured. He removed one of my hands from its grip in Zyair’s hair, and began to use his supple tongue to wrap around each finger. It then teased the underside of my wrist until my scales migrated all the way to my fingers. I wanted to stare, to determine the truth of that tongue, but at that moment Zyair made contact with a sensitive area deep inside that I didn’t even know existed. I writhed in Xandros’s grip, and all coherent thought fled as I tightened around Zyair’s tongue, panting, dangerously close to the edge.
But wait—this wasn’t about me. This was aboutZyair. My heart convulsed. Saving him was the only possible option here.
