Free Sold To The Dragons (A BBW Paranormal Romance Book 1) by Amira Rain, Simply Shifters

expecting to possibly see Marielle, who was supposed to return to the castle that evening. But it wasn't her. It was Blake.
     
    I ushered him inside and shut the door. "Is everything okay with your father? Steven just texted that he hasn't returned from a patrol run yet. And that he was supposed to return an hour ago."
     
    Blake shrugged and then pulled me into his arms. "He's fine. Even if he ran into a few Destroyers, he's a strong fighter, and he has two other shifters with him besides."
     
    Relieved, I wrapped my arms around Blake's neck. "Good."
     
    He gave me a quick kiss before fixing me with a serious look. "I know it's not my evening. But I just wanted to tell you something."
     
    "What is it?"
     
    "I've missed you. I've missed you all day, and I've been thinking. And I've decided I want to have that glass of wine with you. That is, if the offer still stands."
     
    It certainly did. Elated, I was all too quick to head out to the kitchen and bring out some glasses and a bottle of red wine. And while we sipped it, me on his lap on the couch, we finally talked. We talked about our lives before we'd met each other, and we talked about a few boring, everyday things. We discussed what we'd each had for lunch that day. We even shared a few laughs. Blake had always been so stern I hadn't even been sure if he was capable of laughing.
     
    One glass of wine led to two, and eventually, after some serious kissing, I guided his hand down the front of my pants and underwear. "Please touch me."
     
    I was actually a bit desperate for him to. I'd become slick while we'd been kissing, and now my most sensitive spot throbbed with need.
     
    With a low growl, he began exploring my slick lips, soon located my throbbing bud, and began stroking it with a single fingertip. Crying out, I threw my head back, only vaguely aware of another noise. It was the noise of the front door being opened. I turned my face just in time to see Steven slam it behind him.
     
    Taking in the scene, which included me on Blake's lap with his hand down my pants, Steven narrowed his eyes. "Well, well."
     
    With a groan, but not of pleasure, I flew up from Blake's lap. "I'm so sorry. I forgot you were coming over. And I forgot you've been just letting yourself in."
     
    " You have nothing to be sorry for, Kira. I realize I'm a little late, and I don't blame you for forgetting. But you, Blake...you know damn well it's my night."
     
    Not rising from the couch, Blake shrugged. "Well, guess what? You were late, as you yourself just admitted, so I've been enjoying myself here, and I've just decided I'm not leaving. So either you leave...or prepare to share."
     
    Up to this point, no plans for the two of them to pleasure me at the same time had been discussed. The possibility had definitely crossed my mind a time or two, though, never failing to make me wet almost instantly. And now, now that I'd already been incredibly aroused to begin with, Blake's suggestion that I might be "shared" not only made me even wetter, and immediately, but it made me a little weak in the knees as well.
     
    I looked at Steven, wondering what his response to Blake was going to be. I silently prayed that he'd refuse to leave, instead taking Blake up on his offer to "share" me.
     
    But before Steven could respond, a loud knock sounded at the door. And actually, it wasn't so much knocking as it was banging.
     
    Frowning, Steven flung open the door, revealing Marielle standing in the hall. She flew inside, seeming to be trying to catch her breath, as if she'd been running.
     
    "I'm sorry to just barge in like this, but I left my phone somewhere on the ground floor, so I couldn't call first, and it's an emergency."
     
    Steven frowned. "What is it?"
     
    "The Destroyers have taken your father hostage. And they say they'll only exchange him for Kira."
     
    My blood turned to ice. Blake jumped up from the couch, grabbing my hand, and led me out to the foyer where Marielle and Steven