Page 73 of The Dragons' Healing Mate

My body was drawn to them, and my heart was falling fast and hard.

Orsen still held my hand, leading me down the hallway toward his room. I’d been in it for half a second before, and my heart was fluttering beneath my ribs. One Alpha was something… What would multiple be like?

Well, it was time for me to find out.

Of course, I didn’t simply go from one to two. I had to make the jump from one tothreeAlphas. Despite my nerves, I couldn’t help but tease him about something very particular.

“Oh, so not the woods, then? And here I’d thought you wouldn’t even know what to do with a bed.”

Shooting a look at me, Orsen narrowed his eyes, running his tongue over his lips. “Trust me, Rowan. I knowexactlywhat to do with it.”

There was a hunger in his eyes, like I was prey, about to get eaten—in the best way.

A thrill whooshed through me, making goose bumps pucker to life all over my skin as I clenched my thighs together, my insides melting. It was precisely what I’d been hoping for, and the fact that I could still sense Nix and Grey behind me just doubled down on the lust flowing through my body.

For a moment, I started to panic. Was I in over my head?

I chuckled to myself. Either way, I was about to find out; there was no backing out now.

“What’s that about?” Grey slid up behind me, pressing close as Orsen reached into his pocket to unlock his bedroom door. I wouldn’t have thought he’d lock it in the first place.

I could feel every ridge of Grey’s body through his clothing, including his length pressing up against my ass. His woodsy scent, coupled with the bonfire, made me quiver.

Fuck, I wanted to touch him.

“I’m just… I guess nervous, yes, but also…” I didn’t know how to describe it. The words hovered there in the air as Orsen opened the door, and I was quickly swept into the room by allthree of my mates currently present. I had a brief realization that Bastian was noticeably absent, and while ninety percent of me was still just angry with him, the other ten was disappointed, wanting the tension between us to shift.

Thankfully, being in Orsen’s room, as well as Grey and Nix, immediately refocused my attention. Once we were in the large but still-private space, I was surrounded by their scents mingling together and going straight to my head like a shot of whiskey.

Before I could form another thought, Nix stepped up to me, leaning down to nuzzle my neck as he sighed happily. It was always so incredibly flattering when he visibly wanted me. I smiled as his lips brushed over the skin behind my ear, making me shiver.

“God, you smell so damn good.” His arm wrapped around my waist, the other hand gripping my hip. “Our beautiful, perfect mate.”

I chuckled. “I’mnotperfect, by any means.”

“You are for us,” Grey was quick to add. I glanced to the right, where he was standing just behind Nix. “Are you… We aren’t about to do something you don’t want.”

“Oh, I want.” I let out a shaky breath. I was pretty sure I wanted nothing more than them in that moment. “I guess just… go slow with me?”

Grey smiled, coming up to my right arm as Nix stood in front of me, lifting my chin so he could kiss me. Grey’s whisper sounded in my ear, and my skin tingled. “Oh, Ro, we’redefinitelygoing to take our time with you.”

The nerves I was feeling were shoved out of the way at that; lust replacing any apprehension because, goddamn, I wanted to see just what he meant by that. I’d been daydreaming about a moment like this for a while now, namely when I was in bed alone. I knew past me had already been there, but I didn’tremember it, so this was all totally new. Yet, it felt so right to be here with all three of them, to have them all near me, touching me,claimingme.

Wait, did Iwantthem to claim me?

We hadn’t discussed biting, but as soon as the thought entered my mind, I was shocked to realize I wouldn’t have minded one bit. Technically, we were already bonded, their old bites hidden under my patchwork of scars, but we probably needed to reseal it at some point.

I chewed on my lip as Nix pulled away, and I smiled up at him. “Yes, please.”

A lowthwumpsounded next to me, and I turned to see Orsen’s shirt on the floor. When I met his eyes, he grinned, his hands on his belt buckle, pulling the leather through the metal loop. I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what all three of these men were packing.

And I was dripping for all of them.

“Just relax. Let us worship you.” Nix angled my face to his again, smiling as he kissed me, his fingers finding the hem of my dress.

“This is fucking beautiful, by the way,” Greylen complimented, playing with the shoulder strap.

“A bit too much,” Orsen agreed with a chuckle. “I’ve spent half the night thinking about what’s underneath it.”