Their Runaway Mate
pivoted to discover his partner's head was wedged between her thighs. He was tucking his nose into her auburn bush and inhaling loudly. The look in his eyes was one of pure happiness as he lowered his mouth to her soft, swollen flesh.
    Her garbled cries of pleasure erupted through the room. Kylan wanted to see them together, so he crawled back to a nearby chair and sat facing them. He opened his pants and his erection sprang free. He wrapped his hand around it and sat back to enjoy his partner pleasuring their mate.
    Evidence of his arousal leaked from the head of his cock, and he smeared it over his sensitive tip. His eyes never left the erotic show in front of him. Jasmine's gaze locked on his as she writhed under Dillon's talented tongue. Dillon's head bobbed with the rhythm of his sucking and licking. Her fingers dug into the yielding softness of the cushions.
    Her juices must be flowing fast now, because sloppy, wet sounds filled the air.
    "That's right," Kylan said as he rubbed his length. "Ride his tongue."
    Jasmine shuddered and groaned, grinding her hips against Dillon's face. Their girl liked dirty talk. Good.
    "Touch yourself," he said.
    Her hands went to her breasts without hesitation. She squeezed and kneaded her flesh. Her eyelids lowered as she arched into her own hands. Dillon shifted, and one of his hands disappeared between her legs.
    Kylan could pinpoint the exact moment Dillon plunged his fingers into Jasmine's sweet core. She jerked and cried out. Her body tightened. Her face contorted in a look of pure and absolute heaven as her orgasm crashed through her.
    He stroked himself hard and fast. He'd never been so turned on in his life. Not even when she'd spied on him as he'd jerked off the night before. He wanted to sink into her drenched and ready body. Feel her squeeze around him. He wouldn't last long, but they had two weeks to show her all the pleasure they could bring to her.
    Dillon lifted his head. His face, tight with desire, glistened with her wetness. His eyes glowed as he took in the vision of their woman, now thoroughly satisfied. Then he motioned with his head for Kylan to join them on the couch.
    As Kylan moved to stand, a distinctive and unwelcome noise outside made him pause. Fuck. Not now. They were about to get company. The unmistakable sound of dragon wings cut through the air. He pushed his bulging erection into his pants. His balls were ready to burst, but he doubted their visitors would wait for him and Dillon to finish what they'd started with Jasmine.
    Dillon froze and cocked his head to the side. He cursed.
    Jasmine blinked and gazed up at them with a sexy smile. "Are we going to the bedroom?"
    Kylan shook his head and put his finger to his mouth. "Someone is coming."
    "A dragon?" Her eyes widened with instant dread. Perhaps her fear of dragons wasn't so easily conquered.
    "We won't let anything happen to you."
    The damned bereavement band prohibited Kylan's ability to shift, which meant only Dillon would have the full power of his dragon, but it didn't matter. Even in human form Kylan was stronger than most. He wouldn't let the binding magic keep him from defending Jasmine, their mate. If necessary, he'd give his life to protect her.
     

Chapter 9
    J asmine's heart hammered in her chest. She wasn't sure if it was from the amazing orgasm she'd just experienced or the fact that a strange dragon was coming to collect her.
    Would they put her in front of all the clans and parade her around like a heifer at a cattle auction? It didn't sound as though anyone obeyed basic rules of decency in this society except Kylan and Dillon, so maybe they'd just stick her in a cage and let the dragons fight for her.
    She scrambled off the sofa and hunted for her clothing. There was no way she was going into this predicament naked.
    "Don't let them take me," she pleaded as she pulled on her underwear.
    Kylan grabbed her arms and made her look into his eyes, which were still glowing blue. There was a

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