Page 86 of Tears of Gold

Looking over her head, I see Skye watching me. He chucks his chin, indicating her body. I slide my hands down her, and she nibbles on my jaw in response, whimpering into my short beard. The warm zephyr of her breath across my ear turns my stomach to jelly.

I run my hand back up between our ribs and slide under her breast pressed firmly against me, savoring the satin of her skin. Finding a nipple, I play and she moans again.

“Yes, sweetheart, that’s good!” Skye smacks her ass cheek, and although the sound echoes loudly, it’s mostly noise. Ava cries out in surprise.

The bed bounces as Erritt sits down on the other side. Ava reaches for him, sliding one hand into my pants to grip me hard at the same moment. A groan escapes me as she handles the rock-hard length of my dick.

I feel her reposition, and I’m pretty sure she’s doing the same to Erritt. Fuck, I didn’t think sex could get any hotter, but somehow knowing she’s handling all three of us drives me wild.

Suddenly, her sounds stop, and I’m certain she’s holding her breath. She arches away from me and into Skye, her flushed breasts lifting in full glory. He doesn’t stop, driving her hard against my chest as she flexes and shakes with a silent scream.

Oh. My. Fucking. Hell!

Sometime soon, we’ll get that scream out loud. That’s a promise.

Her hand slows around my cock but doesn’t stop, even though she’s shaking like a leaf. Between the jagged breathing of three other people, Ava’s silky, burning skin sliding across mine, her engorged nipple in my fingers, the silent shuddering of her orgasming body, and her hand clutching my manhood, I succumb to the overvoltage spiking through my senses. From the sounds Erritt and Skye make, they do the same. Ava milks me as I release, teasing every last drop from my quivering cock.

I expect Skye to flop down and rest, but after just a few moments stroking Ava’s trembling back, he pulls her into his lap and starts all over again. He’s a beast alright.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Harper

Waking from a light doze, I find Skye gone and the cabin a little empty without him. Ava and Erritt sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, moonlight spilling through the windows to highlight their pale skin. Ava’s tangled black hair lies over her bare shoulder, her generous breasts puffing a little against the scars on the prince’s chest. Erritt looks more peaceful in sleep, his short blond hair also ruffled and one arm holding her close.

My lovers—I think I can call them both that—are stunningly beautiful.

Moving carefully, I extract my legs from the tangle with Ava. I pull on my shorts and head for the outhouse. There’s no sign of Skye near the cabin, so I trek down the slope to the creek, where the half-moon silvers his outline sitting on the bank. I sit down beside him, listening to the gurgle of the water and the chirp of cicadas. A night bird hoots somewhere.

I’ve lost track of time before Skye speaks. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“For what exactly?”

He huffs. “I got a bit rough. I’m a little strange lately.”

“Just lately?”

He snorts a laugh. It’s true, he’s probably not the kind of guy you’d imagine introducing to your folks, and I’m going to bruise from landing against the couch earlier, yet I don’t feel he has anything to apologize for.

I shrug. “I doubt you’d apologize if you were with other dragons. Sure, we’re a bit frailer, but as long as Ava’s okay with it, I’ll keep up.”

“Thanks. You know I’d never hurt her, right?”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I thought you would.”

Skye chuckles as I echo his own words from a few weeks ago. Then he sobers. “I feel what she feels, so I know when to stop. It’s just . . . ” He trails off.

I think I know what he means. Making love to Ava, I feel more desperate than I’ve ever felt with a girl, like I want to bond with her for life or something. I thought it was because I was shut out for so long and I’m trying to make up for lost time, but it seems Skye feels it too.

When he stays silent, I speak up. “Erritt said something about you waking up inside?”

He sighs. “I hate to admit it, but it’s kind of frightening. I’ve lived one way all my life, and now I feel I’m becoming something else.”

I hum under my breath. “That sounds fucking terrifying.” At least as a half blood, I don’t have to worry about that kind of shit.

He laughs breathily. “Yeah.”

“Are you the one in control? Do we need a contingency plan?”