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

stood.
     
    After taking a great gulp of air, Marielle continued, looking from Steven to Blake. "Their spies must have seen her somehow when we were out touring the city. And now their new leader wants her for his own. Badly. He says he'll kill your father if Kira isn't handed over to him within ten days."
     
    All thoughts of being pleasured by Blake and Steven at the same time forgotten, I took a deep, steadying breath, thinking. Tom had been so kind to me, and his people needed him. I couldn't just let him be killed.
     
    Blake and Steven exchanged glances, their expressions nearly identical masks of shock and pain. Blake opened his mouth to speak, but before he even could, I addressed the group.
     
    "I'll hand myself over. I don't even need to think about this. I'll do it."
     
    Blake frowned, his dark brows nearly colliding. "Not while I still breathe. I won't let you.”
     
    "No, you don't understand. I won't be gone for good. I have a plan."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
      Five days had passed since Tom was taken hostage. I'd tried and tried to get Blake and Steven to let me hand myself over to The Destroyers in order to get him released. I wasn’t able to convince them, despite the fact that I had a plan that I thought was a good one.
     
    During these five days, I'd gotten my period. I wasn't pregnant. A fact that had been very unexpectedly devastating. The more time I spent with Marielle and her daughter, Ava, the more I realized how badly I wanted a child of my own. Though whether I wanted that child with Blake or Steven, I really wasn't sure. I was falling in love with both of them, and wasn't sure if I loved one just a little bit more than the other.
     
    However, even if I was ever able to determine that, I knew in the end that it wouldn't matter which brother I felt I loved more. I'd be expected to marry whichever man got me pregnant first. And in the meantime, despite the three of us being worried about Tom and stressed about the whole situation, it was awfully fun to try for a baby with both brothers.
     
    I knew Blake and Steven thought I was done trying to convince them to agree to let me hand myself over to The Destroyers in exchange for Tom, and I'd even thought I might be done myself. But late at night, after a marathon lovemaking session with Blake, I just couldn't resist one final try. With one arm cradling me, he had his eyes closed and appeared to be dozing off, and I very lightly ran a hand along one of his well-defined biceps.
     
    "Are you still awake?"
     
    "Mm."
     
    "So am I. And I just can't stop thinking about your father, and how I could-"
     
    "No, Kira. The answer is still no. A definite, unequivocal, final no ."
     
    I fell silent for a few moments. "Well, what if I say yes."
     
    Blake didn't even open his eyes. "Doesn't matter. The answer will still be no."
     
    "Even if I say yes, though? Even if I say yes that I'm going to do it?"
     
    "Correct."
     
    I fell silent again, my blood beginning to simmer. "So, I guess when I was purchased at auction, I really was just purchased as simple property. Simple property, with no free will of my own, and no autonomy to make decisions of my own, and no-"
     
    "You have got to be kidding me." Turning on his side, Blake finally opened his eyes.
    "Really. You have got to be kidding me. You actually think there's any chance that you're still 'simple property' at this point?"
     
    "Well, I don't know. That's what I feel like. And how could I not when I'm saying that I have a plan, it's a good one, and I want to do it. And yet you and Steven are saying no. As if you both control me. As if what you both want trumps what I want."
     
    "When what I want is to keep you safe, then what I want trumps what you want, yes, absolutely."
     
    I bit back a sigh. "As I've said before, I understand that. I understand why you would feel that way, I appreciate your concern about my safety. But can you at least see why I might feel like