Dragon Guardian (Drakins of Wyrmarach) by Eden Glenn Page A

if they’d called her. Her panties were soaked with feminine
moisture. The pearl between her legs felt swollen and twitched in rhythm to her
thoughts. She clenched her thighs together to stop the pulsing. What was
happening to her?
    Izzy didn’t seemed put off at the thoughts of her best friend
participating in a sin city threesome as she babbled excitedly. “You’ve really
let these two men you hardly know touch you and the big O and everything?”
    Wren felt the red fire of blush filling her cheeks as she
whispered. “Yes it was all about me. Well, I could tell they really got off
with what they did to me. I mean they really got-off, when I did. I’ve never
had that happen before.”
    “I didn’t need to know that. We are in the T.M.I. zone. So
what are the names of these two visions of testosterone? I know, I know,
Derrick and Swenn. They have to be Swedish. The sexual mores of that country
are much more flexible than ours. Although I’m finding it a little hard to
believe you’re into the ménage scene. My little country girl is really a wild
child huha?”
    “No they aren’t Swedish. They’re bronzed, dark haired, Aztec
gods, Native American, I think. . . not blonde and
their names are Caleb and Ethan and, oh great Goddess. Here I am worried about
trusting my urge to have sex with them and I don’t even know their last name.”
    Izzy’s smile evaporated
and all girly pretenses ended, putting Wren in mind of a street beat boxer D.J.
sticking the needle to an abrupt halt, Burrup

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    Wren didn’t like the turn the
conversation had taken. Izzy grabbed Wren’s arm, her tone demanding. “What did
you say?”
    “I said, oh Goddess, I don’t know their last name. They…I let
them… What is wrong with me?”
    “ It’s okay, Wren, I’ll settle for a
repeat of their first names?”
    “Ethan and Caleb-- they’re brothers, identical twins
actually.”
    “Did they claim you?”   Izzy shook Wren sharply when she didn’t answer. “Did you bond with
them?”   Her friend’s hand pinched her
arm, with a vice like grip that hurt.
    Izzy shook her again, whispering intently. “Tell me, did you
bond?”
    Her dearest friend in the world had never scared her as much
she did now. “What are you talking about, claiming, and bonding? You know I’m
not into that BDSM stuff. I do know when I’m around them I can’t think of
anything else but them. I feel giddy and light headed and I don’t know them
well enough to feel this way. But I’m pretty sure I want to have more sex with
them and I don’t care that I don’t even know their last name. I thought you’d
be more freaked out at me embracing the kinky side of life having sex with two
men at once.”
    “Their last name is Monroe. And yes, ewww I’m pretty freaked
out that you’ve had sex with my brothers. That’s a picture I’ll never be able
to erase.”
    “Your brothers? Are you sure? I
didn’t even know you had brothers.”
    “Well I do, and my eyes are eternally scared from the images of
you three doing the nasty together. I don’t have much doubt it’s them, you had
me at Aztec Gods. Are they at your store?”
    And with one simple answer Wren was sucked further down the
rabbit hole. “I left.” She mumbled like a child caught stealing cookies. Her
stomach made a churning lurch.
    “We have to get you back. How could they let you leave at a
time like this?”
    “Well, actually they left on some errand and told me to stay
put. Have you ever known me to stay put when ordered to? I don’t think so. And no one let me have any caffeine today.”
    “You’ve probably been inhaling their pheromones all day.”
    “Inhaling? Oh! They do smell wonderful, like a musky sandalwood I can’t place.”
    “We have to get you home.” Izzy drug her from the chair. Izzy
was quickly becoming Isobeau the crazed gypsy. Customers looked on with a
mixture of amusement and concern.
    Izzy snatched the half-finished latte out of her hand.