Page 46 of Kiss of Embers

Yes.Absolutely, he and I would defeat Zara to secure the elixir.

The silence held. Then Zara pushed her chair back and stood. “I need to finish packing before we move to the next challenge site.”

Struan and I rose as one. Regret was a tight fist around my gut. Possessiveness gripped me just as fiercely. Zara wasours. But she was leaving, and nothing was resolved. She hadn’taccepted the mate bond—and now she knew Struan and I were determined to take the elixir from her.

“Thank you for the coffee,” she said.

Wings of panic beat at me. She couldn’t leave. Not like this.

She turned and started for the tent’s opening.

I channeled into her path.

She gasped, nearly bumping into me. “What are you doing?”

“Stopping you from leaving,” I murmured, my gaze on her mouth.

Her breath quickened, and her small, firm breasts rose and fell under her shirt. Another tight cotton piece. Apparently, she had a whole suitcase of them.

“It’s a damnable quandary the three of us have landed in,” Struan said, coming up behind her.

Zara swung toward him, her shoulder bumping his chest. Her pulse throbbed in her neck, and her voice went breathless as she asked, “What quandary?”

Struan reached out and lifted a strand of wheat-colored hair from her shoulder. Slowly, he brought it to his nose. His eyes deepened to a glittering sapphire as he dragged her scent into his lungs. Just as slowly, he brushed the shining strands over his mouth.

The sweet, heady scent of feminine desire swirled in the air.

“We need the elixir,” Struan said. “But we also need you.” His eyes burned, and his voice went guttural. “Badly.”

I stared at Zara’s pulse, my fangs throbbing with every delicate flutter. Struan and I bracketed her now, leaving her little room to maneuver. The scent of her arousal thickened, and my mouth watered at the thought of spreading her wide and tasting her at last.

She turned back to me, a blush staining her cheeks. “You…” she breathed, her gaze darting between Struan and me. “You have each other.”

Ah. The little sneak had watched us fuck. Now she worried there wasn’t room for her between us.

Time to disabuse her of that notion.

I caught her chin on my fingertip. “We’re dragons, lass. Polyamorous. Bisexual.” I lowered my head, giving her plenty of time to pull away. When she didn’t, I smiled. “Verybisexual. And when we find our woman, we worship her. Protect her and honor her. We make her come.” I dipped my head lower, until my lips brushed hers. “We make her scream with pleasure, sweet Zara. You’ll never be ignored or neglected. On the contrary, you’ll beadored. Like this.” I pressed my lips to hers.

She opened on a moan, and I plunged my tongue deep, licking into her mouth. Her sweet taste exploded on my tongue. Fucking delicious. I kissed her harder, invading every inch of her hot, wet mouth. She gave an impassioned little squeal, and the feminine sound lit me up like a forest fire.MINE.The declaration was a drumbeat in my head.Mine, mine, MINE.My beast thrashed in my chest, desperate to claim her. Mark her. Make it so that any male who got near her would know to stay the fuck away.

Zara gasped into my mouth, and I lifted my head to see Struan’s face buried in her neck. His hands roamed her body, one sliding under the hem of her shirt to caress the creamy skin of her stomach. He tangled the other in her hair and pulled her head back so it rested on his shoulder.

She gazed up at me with glassy brown eyes. Her lips were swollen from my kiss. Her nipples thrust against her shirt. Struan tightened his arm around her waist, his forearm brushing the undersides of her breasts as he sucked at her neck.

“Oh…gods,” Zara gasped.

I shook my head, and I pressed my body to hers, wedging her soft curves between me and Struan. “No gods,” I said, cupping her cheek. “Just us. Just your mates.” I pressed my hips intohers, lodging my straining cock against her heat. “Do you feel what you do to us?”

She squirmed, her hips rolling. Her eyes had brightened, her irises a gorgeous, shining amber. “Y-Yes.” A soft whimper escaped her. “I feel you.”

Struan trailed kisses down her neck. He scooped his hips, clearly grinding his dick against her ass. She whimpered again, her eyes sliding shut.

My fangs slid down. Zara’s jugular beckoned like a tiny blue river. But her mouth was just as tempting, her lips parted as she began to pant.

“Feel what you do to us,” I growled, bending for another kiss.

“Zara?” a gruff voice sounded from just outside the tent. “Are you in there?”