Beyond the Darkness, #3 Dragons of San DeLain
Smoke curled from Connie’s nose. They needed to be in bed. Turning, he hurried to it and the pillows went flying. He yanked the covers back. Blood pounded in his head.
“Eager, huh?” Kit’s smile lit up the room as he approached the bed.
Connie kicked his trunks off and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking steadily. “Hell yes.”
Hudson nodded at Connie’s hand. “Then let go of that.”
Connie’s toes curled at Hudson’s command, even as he questioned if he could follow it. Did he want to follow it? Well, yeah, he did, but maybe not immediately.
When Hudson grumbled, Connie felt the demand in his bones. So maybe he did want to listen and let go.
