Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Of course.” Oldrik led them down the hall. He opened the next door on that side of the hall and waved Skye inside.
Three steps in, she froze in shock. A wall of windows illuminated the space. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs as she scanned the room. Ardon and Oldrik squeezed around her. The brush of their powerful bodies grounded her.
“I thought you could use this area for a studio. We’ll find a comfortable chair or chaise lounge and place it here by the windows. That door leads to my room. We’ll put another connected to Ardon’s directly across from it. That way we can open the space completely for the three of us.”
“I love this.”
“I guessed you might,” Oldrik teased. “We’ll put a small, protected bed along that wall for you to nap in. It will get the afternoon sun.”
“And yes, you will nap and not sneak out of bed to draw.” Ardon anticipated her unspoken plans.
Skye bristled. “No fair.” The realization that she was dealing with a creature who had more powers than ordinary humans struck her. No reading my mind.
“I will never invade your privacy unless you broadcast a thought. Or there is danger. Then I will use every resource to protect you,” Ardon stated firmly.
One glance at Oldrik told her he wasn’t going to argue with Ardon’s plan. “Fine.”
“I think this would be an excellent place to post your Daddies’ rules to keep you safe,” Oldrik chimed in.
“Rules?”
That word Daddies startled her more, but Skye wasn’t going to address that. A bunch of classmates had taken her to an adult dungeon, and several of the art students attended regularly. LALALALALALALA. Skye sang loudly in her mind to keep the dragons from seeing the image that popped up in her mind. The Littles area had drawn her attention. She’d hidden her fantasies of being brave enough to allow someone to care for her completely. She didn’t trust those friends that much.
“Rules, Blueberry. Let me show you the last room. Tierney will have everything set up for us.” Oldrik walked to the connecting door and opened it.
“A Monet?” she asked, walking forward to stare at the gorgeous panel of waterlilies that spanned one wall.
“Yes. It calms my soul,” Oldrik said. “Let me show you the bathroom.”
Skye walked into the adjacent room and immediately felt grimy. A huge tub called her name. And that shower? It could hold three people easily.
“Shall we shower before our snack? You can soak in the tub all day tomorrow if you’d like,” Ardon suggested, obviously having noted her assessment.
Without waiting for her to decide, Oldrik yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Ardon followed suit. Trying not to drool at the sight of their heavily muscled chests, Skye moved to strip off the old T-shirt she had put on this morning.
“No, Skye. You must allow us to undress you,” Ardon said, stepping forward to tug the shirt from her hands and pull it over her head.
It shouldn’t have felt different to have him take off her clothing, but it did. Desire pooled in her stomach and then flooded her as Oldrik stepped close behind her to stroke his hands over her shoulders and down her spine. The band of her bra loosened on his path. Oldrik pressed a kiss to her neck and eased the garment’s straps down her arms.
I hate those things.
“Then you will never wear them,” Ardon responded as he caressed her sides before cupping her breasts.
Mom makes me.
“She’s not the boss of you anymore, My Treasure,” Ardon reminded her as he brushed slightly rough thumbs over her nipples. “We are.”
When she shivered in delight, Oldrik bit her lightly on the shoulder, inducing another wiggling reaction. “I believe our mate enjoys a bit of pain with her pleasure, Ardon. She is perfect.” He ran his hands over her lower ribs to her waist from his position behind her. “Beyond perfect.”
Sliding his hands under the waistband of her leggings, he guided them over her hips and down her thighs as he lowered himself to one knee. As if Oldrik and Ardon were communicating mentally in a loop without her, Ardon lowered his hands to her waist and lifted her from the ground so Oldrik could remove her sandals and pants.
When her feet rested back on the slate tile, the brush of Oldrik’s beard on her skin warned her a fraction of a second before he nipped at her round bottom. She bolted forward, slamming directly into Ardon’s hard form. He steadied her but didn’t move an inch as the breath jolted from her lungs.
The contact revealed his response to their play. Unable to believe what she had felt, Skye rubbed her satin-covered mound across his hardening shaft, straining against his fly. A gush of slickness welled from her as her desire skyrocketed. His eyes widened, and his nostrils flared as he captured her scent of arousal. The feeling that she was prey appealed to her on an instinctive basis. Rising onto her tiptoes, Skye wrapped one hand around the back of Ardon’s neck and drew his lips to hers.