Page 20 of The Dragons’ Eternal Mate

In my sleepy, aroused state, I’d forgotten that he had been in the room when I’d fallen asleep, having refused to leave my side again.

Opening my eyes, I almost jumped again when he leaned forward in his armchair, watching what Nix was doing to me intently.

Oh my.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at Bastian, the hunger in his eyes palpable, and Nix’s hold on my hip tightened.

Without looking at him, Bastian spoke to Nix. “Don’t you want to please our mate? Give her what she needs?”

I looked over my shoulder at Nix, and he smiled at me, then eyed his clanmate. “And what exactly does she need, Bastian?”

I had no idea what was going on. I glanced between the two of them, who were apparently having some kind of mental conversation I wasn’t privy to. Still, the tension was thick in the air, and I couldn’t deny the idea of performing for Bastian was oddly intriguing. Did he want to watch? Did I kind of love that idea?

Yes. One hundred percent.

He and I hadn’t gone any further than our kiss… but something about this idea felt right.

“Take her clothes off. Start with her shirt and work your way down.” Bastian’s stare drilled into me. I was helpless to look away as Nix’s hands found my shoulders, pushing down the straps of my top.

Once they’d fallen, he reached for the hem of my shirt, gathering it in his hands before lifting it over my head. Just as he was about to let it drop to the floor, Bastian tsked. “Toss it here.”

Nix did, and Bastian caught it easily, bringing my shirt to his nose as he inhaled deeply, still staring right at me. “Now her shorts. Kiss her legs as you pull them down.”

Nix eagerly got onto his knees, and I reflexively lay down, angling myself so that I could maintain heated eye contact with Bastian. There was something about his gaze that was so intense it was impossible to look away. Even though Nix was the one touching me, Bastian was in control.

Nix whipped off the blanket, making me yelp in surprise. And then he was dragging my shorts down my legs, kissing my hips and thighs and calves as he pulled them off.

Pausing, he turned toward Bastian, holding up my shorts. When no reply came, Nix dropped them to the floor, sitting back on his heels. I flicked a glance at him. He beamed at me, apparently on cloud fucking nine. I returned my gaze to Bastian, who inched forward on his chair, still gripping my shirt, knuckles going white with the intensity of it.

“Now the rest of it,” Bastian growled, his narrowed eyes pinned on me so intently that I could feel it. “Slowly.”

A strange, needy throb started inside me as Nix pulled off my underwear, his lips finding the crook of my hips, making me moan, and then dancing lower and lower until he was kissing my ankle. Logically, I knew it was him. I knew Nix was kissing me, touching me. But in every other way, I felt Bastian doing it.

It was his lips, his fingers, and my nerves buzzed, aching for more.

“Good,” Bastian groaned, and I half-expected him to lean back and start stroking himself.

I wouldn’t have objected to that at all.

But he didn’t. He just kept that stare glued on me, all his focus on watching. “Get down on your stomach. Throw her legs over your shoulders. Taste her.”

Even though I’d heard the order, I was still surprised when Nix executed it so rapidly. Before I could cling to a solid thought, he had my legs over his shoulders, and his tongue met my pussy. I squeaked, arching, my eyes snapping shut.

“Eyes on me,” Bastian growled.

I did as I was told, meeting his hungry gaze as Nix feasted.

The warm, wet sensation lit me up, the swirls over my clit igniting my core as only a dragon could. Nix devoured me as if he were starving, and I moaned, whimpering while I cracked my lids to look at Bastian, to hold his intense gaze as I hurtled toward another orgasm.

“Use your fingers. Fill her. Make her squirm,” Bastian commanded, his eyes eager and tense. He looked like he was in pain—blissful, exquisite pain.

I reached for the head between my legs, fisting the hair, imagining dark waves between my fingers, imagining the rasp of a beard against my skin as Bastian ate me out.

I came. Hard.

“Ugh!” My entire body shook as the release powered through me. My eyes rolled back, images of Nix and Bastian blurring together until I couldn’t tell one from the other.

The moment the wave backed off, I heard Bastian growl out, “Pull your cock out. Get our mate on her hands and knees. She needs to be knotted. That pretty, aching pussy needs a knot. Now.”