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  Mason smiled in return. “Then, I think that all this might turn out to be a very good thing.”

  With both of us seemingly forgetting that Alex was still even in the room, sitting on the couch by himself, Mason and I continued talking, and soon, I was actually enjoying myself with him. Making me laugh, he cracked a few jokes, and in response to one of them, I made some little comment that could have been taken as sexually suggestive. Embarrassed and not wanting to give Mason the wrong impression, I quickly tried to backtrack, apologizing.

  “I didn’t mean that how that sounded. When I said that I soon might get the chance to ‘see stars’ because of you, I meant that literally, just because of what you were joking about giving me a ‘dragon ride’ at night.”

  Mason’s pale blue eyes twinkled with amusement. “Well, I took what you said as a double entendre, because that’s how I meant what I said. I’m more than willing to give you a literal dragon ride sometime, Kira, as well as a metaphorical one, if our dating relationship progresses, and if you want one. See, I’m just going to come out and say it. I find you incredibly attractive, charming, and beautiful, and I’d love nothing more than to give you a ‘dragon ride’ sometime. I’m pretty confident that I could get you high enough in the metaphorical sky to make you see some pretty dazzling stars.”

  Mason’s very forward thinly-veiled comment about giving me orgasms powerful enough to make me see stars hung in the air for just a split-second. Then, with my face flaming, I suddenly choked or coughed a little, seemingly on thin air. Now that he’d just come right out and said what he had, I definitely couldn’t turn my gaze to his face for some reason. I couldn’t have even done so if my life had depended on it. I felt somehow naked, exposed in front of him, even though I was fully clothed.

  Without missing a beat, and clearly not embarrassed by what he’d said, he took my hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, then began slowly stroking the back of it with his thumb. “I should make it clear that while you’re getting to know me and Alex, you don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to do. However, I should also make it clear that if you do ever want to take things to a physical level, you have at your disposal two men who’d love to share your bed.”

  Having a sudden thought that instantly made my stomach do a flip, or maybe a sudden lurch was more like it, I finally turned my face toward Mason. “When you say that you’d both love to share my bed…do you mean…well…at the same time, or….”

  Being ravished and pleasured by two strong, handsome men at the same time had always been an erotic fantasy of mine, and now, just to think that there actually might be the possibility of this coming true, I almost felt like my head might explode.

  With my mouth cotton-ball dry, I swallowed, completely unable to finish asking Mason for clarification of what, exactly, he meant.

  Apparently not letting my state of being flustered affect him personally at all, he gave me a half-grin so sexy and enticing it could have only been described as devastating. “Hey…anything is possible in the weeks and months ahead, and I know that I myself wouldn’t be opposed to ‘sharing’ you with my brother in a sexual way. In fact, I can even see how something like that could happen pretty naturally. See, earlier today, Alex and I came to the conclusion that trading off date nights with you might lead to jealousy between us, or maybe lead to you picking a ‘favorite’ early on without really giving the other one of us a chance, and we do both want an equal chance at being your ‘pick.’ So, we came to the conclusion to ‘share’ time with you in the most equal way possible. If this is all right with you, anyway. We figured this arrangement might even add to your ‘dating experience’ with both of us. Maybe even greatly.”

  With my stomach doing a sudden, wild flip, as if I were on a roller coaster going down a hill, I turned my gaze from Mason’s face to a plush, cream-colored rug on the floor. And when I spoke, my voice came out in a funny cross between a whisper and a squeak.

  “I think this kind of a ‘dating experience’ will be just fine with me.”

  “So, you agree to it? You agree to share time with Alex and me, with the possibility of that shared time becoming intimate down the road?”

  My desire for my fantasy to become reality was so strong that I probably would have agreed to it right then and not sometime “down the road.”

  With my face feeling as if it were engulfed in flames, I moved my head in the slightest of nods, sensing Mason and Alex both looking at me intently but determined not to look at them in return. “Yes…I agree to all that.”

  Mason was still slowly stroking the back of my hand with his thumb, and this lazy, sensuous caressing of my skin made me almost want to yell yes, that I agreed to what he’d said. This feeling intensified when he picked up my hand and pressed his sensuous lips to it, planting a slow kiss on my bare skin that made me dizzy.

  “Good. I’m glad to hear that’s your response, because I think we may have a few fantasies in common when it comes to bedroom activities. I don't think you’ll regret agreeing to this, Kira.”

  I still couldn't look at him or Alex. I could, however, see the outline of Alex’s long, lean, muscular body in my peripheral vision, and the sight of it was serving to intensify my dizziness.

  Mason lowered my hand and resumed stroking the back of it with his thumb. “Alex and I have a few things to do right now, and then we have a council meeting to attend with our grandfather. There’s been a few problems with the Darkwings here in New Detroit recently, and as our grandfather’s first lieutenants, Alex and I have to be very involved in plans of how to deal with the Darkwings.”

  The Darkwings were what could have been called a “rebel” group of were-dragons who wanted to overthrow the government. Although their numbers were small and most everyone in the nation saw them as traitors and even terrorists, they hadn’t abandoned their plans for a takeover and had been causing problems, such as launching small-scale attacks on the outskirts of the capital.

  Still stroking my hand with his thumb, Mason continued. “So, while Alex and I go to the council meeting, why don’t we leave you for a while, then come back with a special dinner for us all to share later, along with a bottle or two of wine? Then, after dinner…well, we can see what else might happen. How does that all sound?”

  Mason’s words, his deep voice, and his caressing of my hand had me under such a sensuous spell that I couldn’t remember exactly how I was supposed to be acting around him. I’d planned to act completely standoffish, although that certainly hadn’t lasted long. All I knew at present was that I wanted to answer his suggestion of dinner and drinks with a yes with every fiber of my being. I wanted dinner and drinks with him and Alex, and then I wanted them to undress me, and then take turns ravishing me, bringing me to the “seeing stars” kind of orgasm that Mason had promised.

  Despite the fact that I’d been sexually active for years and had had a few long-term boyfriends, I’d actually never had an orgasm I would have described as “powerful.” Maybe “just okay” or “satisfactory.” My boyfriend Kevin had been decent enough at lovemaking, I supposed, but I’d definitely never seen stars with him before. In fact, sometimes over the course of our relationship, I’d even had to make myself issue a faux moan here and there, just so that his male ego wouldn’t be bruised by complete stony silence on my end during some of our lovemaking sessions. However, maybe he wouldn’t have even cared. During the entire course of our relationship, he’d never once asked me if I was happy and satisfied in bed, although to be fair, I’d never asked him either. I’d always just figured that since he always climaxed, even when I didn’t, he must have been at least fairly happy with the physical side of our relationship.

  Before I could respond to Mason by saying that the evening’s plans sounded just fine to me, his and Alex’s phones began going off near-simultaneously. Mason didn’t make any move to answer his, and instead just went back to kissing and stroking my hand. However, Alex answered his phone right away. First, he just listened for a few
seconds, then said all right, and be right there, then hung up.

  “We have to go right now, Mason. A Darkwing spy was able to fly past our northern guard, and there may be others along with him that weren’t even spotted. We’re going to have to do a sweep of the skies above the city.”

  Alex stood up from the couch, pocketing his phone. With butterflies erupting in my stomach, which was still flip-flopping from the feel of Mason’s kisses and caresses, I saw that something was kind of tenting the front of Alex’s jeans. This something was large and maybe almost even bulging. Realizing that Alex had to have started to become erect just from the nature of Mason’s and my conversation, and maybe just from seeing me receive a little sensual attention from Mason, I had to work hard not to let my jaw drop. However, I couldn’t prevent my rate of breathing from accelerating, and it hit me all at once that I was no longer in a situation against my will. Physically, I wanted both of the men in the room badly, so badly that my desire for them had pushed all thoughts of everything else that had happened that day to the back of my mind. Considering that I had just about been kidnapped, this was a little shameful, I knew. Nonetheless, I could tell that fighting my body’s urges around my two suitors was going to be an uphill battle. Maybe one that I shouldn’t even bother to fight, I thought, as I stifled a sigh while allowing my gaze to linger on the bulge in the front of Alex’s jeans for just a second longer. If just a little mildly provocative talking and the sight of Mason caressing my hand had caused his male member to stiffen noticeably, I couldn’t imagine how large and hard it might be when he was fully aroused. I wondered if Mason’s member might also be large.

  Then, there was also the matter of what was said about shifters when it came to sexual prowess. They were said to have stamina far beyond that of an average man, and from everything I’d heard, this didn’t sound like it was just a salacious rumor. I knew that I definitely wanted to find out for sure.

  Still crouched at the side of my overstuffed chair, Mason seemed hesitant to leave, but Alex began leaving the living room before gesturing to him to follow.

  “Come on, Mason. Business before pleasure. Remember?”

  With a look of clear irritation, Mason glanced back at Alex. “Just one second. I have one last thing to say to our Kira.”

  “Well, please make it quick, because we do need to go right now. Our city patrol is waiting for their lieutenants.”

  After turning back to me, Mason just looked deeply into my eyes for a moment with his own eyes holding a little twinkle. “Do you know how I can tell that you’ve had a really long day today and are probably really in need of a nice, relaxing dinner with some wine?”

  Curious and amused, I gave my head a little shake.

  Mason smiled. “I can tell because you answered the door wearing your sweatshirt inside out. And the entire time the three of us have been visiting, you haven’t even seemed to notice. I’ve been thinking that it’s pretty cute.” Having rendered me a little flustered and embarrassed, Mason smiled again, gave my hand one final kiss, and then stood. “I’d like to plant a few more kisses along your hand and wrist the next time I see you. That will probably just be my starting point.”

  With that, he turned and strode away to join Alex, leaving me sitting in my chair with a feeling of something electric racing through my entire body from my head to my toes. However, that feeling of electricity suddenly stopped when Alex spoke to me over his shoulder as he left the living room.

  “I don't think we’ll be able to come back tonight, Kira. I’m sorry.”

  I mentally swore in frustration at the Darkwings. If one of their damned spies hadn’t been spotted, I might soon have been enjoying what I had a feeling would be the most sexually satisfying night of my life.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Once I heard my apartment door close behind Alex and Mason, I all but flew up from my chair and began pacing, suddenly wondering just what on earth I was doing. Earlier that day, I’d viewed the commander’s two grandsons kind of as my enemies, and now I couldn’t believe that I was seriously considering sleeping with both of them so soon after my arrival to the city. After all, if I were being forced to sleep with them, that would have been one thing, but wanting to sleep with them was a different thing entirely. I half-wondered if maybe Mason had cast some kind of spell over me that had made me especially susceptible to the feel of his fingers and mouth on the skin of my hand. However, I knew that was a stretch. Other than possessing increased strength while in their human forms, shifters typically didn’t possess any skills as far as spells and wizardry. It seemed much more likely that where Alex and Mason were concerned, I had just let myself fall prey to some very human, very sensual feelings, maybe even ones I’d been suppressing for years.

  After pacing around the living room for a few minutes with my disbelief about my behavior slowly decreasing, I opened the glass French doors in the middle of a wide row of windows and took a tiny, tentative step out onto the balcony, hoping that some brisk September air might clear my mind a bit and cool some steamy thoughts I was having. To my extreme frustration, images of the large bulge in Alex’s jeans had been stubbornly flashing through my mind the entire time I’d been pacing around the living room.

  Trying to shift my thoughts from Alex’s bulge to who he was as a person, I began wondering why he’d initially acted so cold, commanding, and even borderline rude to me. Not that he’d even really warmed up later. But then again, I realized, he might have, if Mason had maybe given him more of a chance to enter the conversation. At any rate, I was at least going to give Alex the chance to warm up to me, because I knew that I definitely wanted him to warm up to me physically.

  Not even coming close to the wrought-iron railing surrounding the balcony, instead just staying pretty close to the French doors, I looked out at the city, trusting that the view from the forty-ninth floor would be enough to distract me from all the thoughts spinning around in my head. I wasn’t the kind of person who was absolutely mortally terrified of heights and looking down from high places; however, I was the kind of person who felt pretty rattled by heights. There was no way in hell I was ever going to get near the balcony railing; I knew that for sure. Looking directly down at the city from that height would do me in, I figured. My knees would probably give out, at any rate.

  It was now very late in the afternoon, almost early evening; and because it was September and the days were quickly shortening, the sun was already sinking low in the sky, painting the several dozen skyscrapers around me in shades of vivid orange and gold. The skyscrapers were all on the shorter side, with each of them being anywhere from thirty to sixty stories tall I guessed. The majority of them were made from gleaming steel and glass, which seemed to catch every single ray of the sun.

  Across the street from my building, Iverson Towers, one of the tallest skyscrapers stood proud and shining, with a steel-framed wide base and three progressively narrower levels ascending to the top, where an enormous green-and-gold flag, which was the flag of the United Were-dragon States, flapped in a stiff breeze. Sheila had told me this building was where a lot of official government business was conducted, where all national intelligence operatives were trained, and where the commander held meetings with his grandsons, council members and advisors.

  Iverson Towers, on the other hand, was a building primarily used for residential purposes. Alex and Mason each had a penthouse on the floor above me, but other than them, I had no clue who my neighbors were. Sheila hadn’t said who shared the forty-ninth floor with me, if anyone, and who lived in all the floors below, and I hadn’t asked. Sheila’s businesslike, borderline chilly demeanor just kind of didn’t invite questions.

  Far below me, shiny cars wound their way through the city streets, which appeared to be a bit congested. No wonder, I thought. It was just about rush hour.

  Eventually taking a few steps toward the railing, I remained out on the balcony, just looking out at the ant-sized cars for a long while, until I suddenly realized my feet wer
e freezing. I’d been so caught up thinking about my visit with Alex and Mason that I hadn’t even realized that I’d stepped outside barefoot.

  Despite making use of the sunken marble bathtub to warm myself up, and also despite Sheila bringing me up a delicious hot meal not long after that, I didn’t sleep well that night, tossing and turning. I was no stranger to this, having been prone to bouts of insomnia all my life. However, on this night, my insomnia problem seemed to even be a bit worse than usual. Three times, I awoke after dreaming about Alex, Mason, their handsome faces, and their long, lean, muscular bodies. In the third dream, they were both holding me at the same time, taking turns kissing me, with their hands freely exploring my completely naked body. I would have liked this dream to go on for a lot longer than it did and was disappointed when I felt myself coming out of it. At least an hour went by before I was finally able to fall asleep again.

  The next day dawned clear and cold, and I took a steaming mug of tea out on the balcony, knowing that it was possible that this day might be the day that the sexual parts of my dreams would come true. Not to mention that I might be able to finally actually experience an erotic fantasy that I’d had stuck in my mind for years. This made me wonder if I was jumping into things too fast, even while, at the same time, I couldn’t stop butterflies from swarming in my stomach.

  Not knowing if I was even allowed to, I didn’t leave my apartment that morning, wondering if I’d have the commander’s secret agents on me within seconds if I even tried. I knew he was probably still on high alert for me to try to escape the building or something, even though I no longer wanted to at this point, not that I wanted him to know that. If he did, some explanation might be required on my part, and I had no desire to tell the commander-in-chief of the nation that I wanted to have a ménage with his two grandsons.