I turn back to Sabrina, expecting her to freak out. Dragons and shifters in general tend to be a bit kinky, but she’s not a dragon. She’s not a tiger. She’s a human. How is sweet little Sabrina going to handle being watched by Wilson?
Is she going to yell?
Grab for her clothes?
Run for the door?
She doesn’t do any of that, though. She doesn’t seem bothered in the least that he watched us.
Wait.
Did she...know...that he was there?
How could she
have?
I didn’t even know.
But Sabrina raises a finger and crooks it toward Wilson.
“Come here,” she murmurs. “We have room for one more.”
Chapter Three
Sabrina
It’s presumptuous that the dragon would want to play, but I notice him watching us and he doesn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, judging by the way he strokes his cock while Reece licks my pussy, I’d say he’s wholly invested in the experience. When I encourage him to come on and join us, I half-expect him to turn and flee, but he doesn’t. Instead, the leader of the clan comes down the stairs, lifts me into his arms, and kisses me fiercely.
It’s a little weird, perhaps, having our first kiss happen when we’re both already naked, or practically naked, but it doesn’t feel awkward or forced. It feels right. It feels good.
And it feels like no matter what happens next, everything between us is going to be passionate and wild, and it’s going to be just as it should.
And it’s happening now.
Right now.
I don’t know what Wilson needs, but I do know what I need. Suddenly, I’m completely overwhelmed with desire and what I want is both of them.
Together.
Now.
I’m not usually that type of girl. I’m not usually all that wild in the bedroom and I’m not usually that unpredictable, but today has been a strange sort of day. My life has been a strange sort of life.
And I’m ready to stop waiting around for things to happen to me.
I’m ready to make things happen.
I’m too old not to have an adventure when I want one or when the opportunity presents itself. I’m too old to be worried about making the right choices all of the time. No, the choices I make need to be the choices that I am happy with, satisfied with, and that make me feel like I’m doing exactly what I need to be doing.
I’m ready to live.
And so tonight, I’m living.
Wilson carries me into the living room and Reece follows. The house is beautiful, big, and decorated in a lovely way, but I barely notice any of that. I’m too caught up in him: in both of them.
Being in Fablestone has had its ups and downs, but this is definitely one of the perks. Everyone here is so fucking beautiful and tonight I’m about to be worshipped, totally adored, by the two sexiest creatures in town.