Chapter 11
Kat
I’ll be honest, I’ve always fantasized about having sex in an elevator. But I thought if it ever happened, it would be fast and hard. More about being able to say I did it than actually orgasming. Because really, who can come between one floor and the next?
But with the elevator broken and no rush to beat the descent, there’s nothing hurried about the way Damian and Otto touch me.
Otto adjusts so I’m sitting between his legs instead of curled on his lap, which puts me facing Damian.
The fire in his gaze pulls at my insides like the tug of a strained coil.
There are tears in the corners of his eyes, a bittersweetness to his expression that I feel as if it were my own.
One wet drop slips down his cheek, and I softly brush it away.
“Are you okay with this?” I ask, wondering if I’m making a mistake.
Maybe sharing me with Otto will be too hard for him.
Maybe we shouldn’t do this if it’s just going to be another painful memory he holds on his own.
What will I remember of this afterwards?
Will it only be Otto in my memory, or will this entire experience be washed from my mind completely?
Damian’s hands shake as they leave Otto’s ankles to hover over my calves. “I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to hold back once we start.”
Cupping his damp cheek, I lean forward and kiss him. Not a deep kiss. Just a peck. But it’s enough to make him gasp.
“You don’t have to hold back, Damian,” I whisper. “As long as you don’t get me pregnant again.” My teasing comment only increases the tension in his shoulders. Shit, that’s not what I wanted.
His hands fall from my legs as his head drops into my lap. “I’m sorry, Kat. I’m so sorry.”
He’s crying hard now, the mood entirely different from what it was a moment ago. His emotions have been like a rollercoaster ever since I blurted out the truth. And I get it.
It took me months to come to terms with getting pregnant unexpectedly, months to figure out what I was going to do, and I’ve had years to adjust to being a mom.
Damian hasn’t had any of that. I just threw him in the deep-end with a teenager he knows nothing about and a needy, emotional… ex? Is that the right term for me?
Whatever I am to him, whatever we have the potential to become, I hate seeing this man hurt. It’s irrational for me to feel such a powerful pull toward someone I was only re-introduced to an hour ago, but seeing him cry is like seeing a dear friend in pain.
“Hey, hey.” I smooth a hand over his hair, the soft locks silky between my fingers. He has beautifully thick hair with just the slightest curl to it—so similar to Lincoln’s I’m surprised I didn’t notice the comparison right away.
Otto reaches around me, his hand joining mine, but to my surprise, he yanks Damian’s hair by the roots, hard and demanding. “You can’t change the past, handsome. All you can do is make it up to her now.”
Damian’s gaze moves from Otto to me, resolve slipping into his eyes.
It’s like the pain of having his hair pulled snaps him completely out of his emotional state.
He wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand and licks his lips, flames flickering in his dark pupils. “How can I make it up to you, Kat?”
I feel a little confused by another sudden change in mood.
It’s like having emotional whiplash. There’ve been too many emotions, from him, from me.
And there’s still so much more to figure out.
But right now, I don’t want to think anymore.
I don’t want to feel this grief, this pain. I want to escape it.
“Make me feel good,” I whisper.
Damian tries to nod with Otto still holding him up by his hair. That’s got to hurt, but the pain seems to sharpen him, grounding him in the present. His tears are gone now, expression turning to one of hunger.
There’ll be time for remorse later. From both of us.
If I’d only chosen to be with him all those years ago, none of this would have happened.
I would have had a loving man beside me, a loving father for Linc.
I’d be a dragon, sure, but I ended up there anyway.
My heart constricts. I should have said yes to him.
No, I don’t want to think about what could have been, or where we’ll go from here. Right now, I just want to enjoy this brief, shining moment.
Damian’s hands slide up my legs to my thighs as he pushes himself up to kneeling. Otto relaxes his grip on Damian’s hair.
Even though we all know what’s coming, and have all agreed to it, none of us makes the first move until Otto says, “Kiss her.”
It’s as if Damian had been waiting for that final permission all along. All restraint leaves him as he dives for me, grabbing my face with both hands and kissing me like the breath he’s stealing from my lungs is the only way he can live.
Otto’s hands replace Damian’s on my thighs, the touch gentle compared to Damian’s rough kiss. His beard scratches my upper lip and chin in a way that heightens the stimulation of the kiss and is somehow soothing at the same time.
“You missed him, didn’t you, beauty?” Otto drags his tongue along the top curl of my ear, then nips at the lobe. “You didn’t know you missed him, but you did. Your body knows.” His touch migrates up my sides over my shirt as my arms wrap around Damian’s neck.
I gasp for a breath that’s immediately stolen by my first dragon mate.
Otto’s right. I missed him. Kissing Otto earlier was new and exciting.
Kissing Damian is different. It’s like coming home after a long trip.
It’s not just natural and easy—it’s familiar.
Like I’ve done it a thousand times. My body knows exactly how he moves, how he tastes, how to respond to him.
I’m hot everywhere, head spinning, claws coming out and scratching along Damian’s back, needing him closer.
“Shhh, beauty,” Otto coos. “Much as I’d love to see your welts on his back, you don’t know your own strength yet.” He tickles my side, attempting to lighten the mood. “Let her breathe, handsome.”
Damian breaks our kiss, panting as heavily as I am. I close my eyes and try to retract my claws.
“That’s it, beauty, just relax.” Otto’s warm hands slip under my shirt.
“You expect me to relax with your hands centimeters away from my boobs.”
His touch travels just a little higher, skimming the bottom edge of my sports bra. “You can do it, beauty. It’ll be good practice for controlling your dragon.”
Damian gets a wicked glint in his eyes. His hands wrap around the waistband of my sweats. “Can I help you practice your control?”
I chew on my lip and nod.
“Words, beauty.” Otto slaps my breast, and I reel from the sting that goes straight to my clit. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” I gasp as Damian tugs down the front of my sweats, leaving the back still under my butt, stretching the waistband as far as it’ll go. He groans when he sees I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Otto sighs.
He didn’t seem to mind my unshaved state earlier, but I did, so I took care of it in the bath, shaving everything but a thin strip of hair down the center.
Otto slips one hand down to cup the area between my legs while the other slides up to squeeze my breast. His middle finger dips into my wet core, then flicks up. “Taste her, D. Lick her off my finger.”
He doesn’t lift his hand, staying right there between my legs, holding my pussy like it belongs to him with just his glistening middle finger pointing up at Damian, who chuckles before lowering himself and licking my arousal off Otto’s skin.
I throw my head back on Otto’s shoulder, panting while he grinds his palm against my clit.
He slides two fingers inside me next, then removes his hand and brings those two digits to his own mouth.
I twist my head to watch as his tongue flicks between his fingers in a way that makes my insides clench.
I’m so busy watching Otto that Damian’s mouth on my clit surprises me, making me jump. Scales pop out on my thighs and lower belly.
“If you shift in here, you’ll squish us all, beauty,” Otto says playfully, like he’s not really worried about it. “Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Relax and let us take care of you.”
I do as he says, but I can’t stop picturing what would happen if I shifted in this tiny elevator. I can feel the fiery need to change forms just below the surface of my skin, the urge to break free, to forget about everything, stretch my wings, and fly.
“Don’t do it, beauty,” Otto whispers, petting my arm. “If you do, we can’t make you feel good. You want to feel good, don’t you?”
My eyes fly open. “Wait, can dragons not… get it on in their dragon form?”
Otto and Damian both laugh.
“Oh, we can make you feel very, very good in your dragon form, but not here and now,” Damian says.
“Right now, you’ve got to stay all soft and human for us.
” Otto grabs the rolls at my side and squeezes just enough to make me jolt.
I don’t like people touching my sides or my stomach, but the action is so affectionate coming from him I immediately relax.
His hands move around to slide up my belly to cup both breasts, squeezing and kneading in a way that makes me moan.
“Fuck these curves,” Otto says. “I want to touch every bit of you at once.”
Damian hums his agreement before lowering himself between my legs and licking up my center.
My mind is still running a marathon, chasing too many thoughts at once.
About our past, and our future, and what all of this means.
How will I tell Lincoln that Damian’s his father?
What will he think when I do? Will he understand?
Fuck, I’m glad Damian and Otto didn’t insist on keeping the whole dragon thing from him.
Damian growls. Otto pinches my nipples hard enough to make me jump. “Stop thinking.”
“It’s hard. I can’t just—”
Damian slaps my clit. Full-on slaps it! Hard.