11. Bianca #3
He’s fucking me through it, and the mirror at the foot of my bed catches the long line of his back tensing. And the way his ass works as he drives into me, and the picture of it sends me higher.
He follows me over.
He goes still. He shudders. His mouth opens against my throat. He says my name in a voice that is gravel and wonder all at once. He shakes through it. He breathes me in.
Then he collapses on me.
He’s heavy, but I don’t move him. I don’t want to.
My free hand drifts up to the back of his neck, into his hair, and I keep it there.
He moves, eventually. He kisses my throat, my jaw. He deals with the condom, and then he’s back on my bed, pulling me into the curve of him.
My head ends up on his chest, where his heartbeat is loud under my ear.
We breathe.
I tilt my chin up to look at him, and his grin is already there waiting.
I smile up at him, lazy. “That was good.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Good?” Then he cups my jaw with one hand. “Better than the dragon?”
I try and fail to bite back a smile. “Definitely.”
He kisses my forehead, my cheek, and the tip of my nose. “Better than the dragon. I’m adding that to my company bio. Maybe I’ll even call my brothers and let them know.”
I sit up halfway. “You’re absolutely not calling your brothers.”
He hauls me back down against him. “In the morning. Out of respect. They’ll want to know that I can fuck better than a dragon.”
I groan. “Ander.”
He tucks me tighter against his side. “They’ll be so proud.”
His thumb is tracing slow, lazy circles on my shoulder. My ear is over his heart. He smells like clean sweat, warm skin, and the faintest ghost of cologne from hours ago.
Then I think about the details of the dragon shifter romance, and a laugh slips out of me.
“What are you laughing about, baby?”
I shouldn’t say it, but I’m going to say it. It’s the post-orgasm version of my mouth, which has no filter.
“There are three of them, you know. The dragons. In the book.”
He doesn’t move for a full second.
His thumb sweeps along my upper arm. “So let me get this straight. I need to make sure I have all the facts. Because having sex with dragons is a very new concept for me.”
I bury my face deeper in his chest, laughing.
He kisses the top of my head. “One girl. Three dragons.”
I push up to look at him. “In human form.”
He grins back, completely unrepentant. “Right, because fucking a bus-sized dragon would be impossible.”
I drop back down onto his chest. “Obviously.”
He laughs so hard that the whole bed shakes.
He brushes my hair back behind my ear. “You know,” he says. “My brothers might like that book.”
I go still against his chest.
He keeps stroking my hair. “I’m just saying. One girl. Three dragons. Theo and Gideon are gonna love a setup like that.”
I lift my head to look at him. He can’t possibly mean what I think he means. “You’re joking.”
He tilts his head against the pillow. “Mostly.”
I sit up further. “Mostly is not a joke.”
He props himself up on one elbow to match me. “Mostly is a perfectly valid percentage, Bianca.”
I sit up a little more. The sheet falls. He doesn’t look down, which is its own kind of telling. He keeps looking at my face. The grin is still there. The teasing is still there. But underneath, there’s some truth to this.
I find my voice. “Ander.”
He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Yeah, baby?”
I cover his wrist with my hand. “What are you saying?”
His thumb traces my jawline once. “I’m saying. Hypothetically, of course. If a certain baker were in the mood for a certain expansion of horizons. I would love to watch one of my brothers eat your pussy and beg for your forgiveness.”
His words are so unhinged, yet his voice is so casual.
I stare down at him. “You are serious.”
He does not look away. “Mm-hm.”
I swallow hard. “You’d actually want that.”
He doesn’t answer right away. “Yeah.”
I can’t breathe properly. “You’d want to watch.”
He drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “Yeah, baby. I would watch.” A beat. “And then I would fuck you.”
Everything south of my ribs clenches at once. I’m still breathless from coming twice. I am sticky and warm, and he has calmly informed me that he would like to watch one of his brothers go down on me and then take his turn.
He watches me, and whatever he finds, it’s the answer he wanted.
He kisses the corner of my mouth, soft, pleased. “Something to think about.”
And then, before I can answer, he tugs me back down against his chest like he hasn’t rearranged my entire understanding of myself. He pulls the duvet up over both of us. He wraps one arm around my waist and the other under my pillow.
He kisses the crown of my head. “Goodnight, baby.”
“You’re staying?”
He tightens his arm around me. “Yeah.”
I tilt my chin up enough to glance at him. “You didn’t ask.”
“Did you want me to ask?”
I think about it.
I tuck my face back into his chest. “No.”
He pulls me closer. “That’s what I thought.”
I lay against his chest with my eyes wide open.
I can see us in the mirror at the foot of my bed.
He would watch one of his brothers between my legs, and then he would take his turn.
What am I supposed to do with that?
I close my eyes, and I don’t sleep for a long, long time.