Dragon Storm by Bianca D'Arc Page A

won’t you?”
    “Yes.” She gasped as his finger slid all the way inside and began a rhythmic counterpoint to his twin’s thrusts in her pussy. She sobbed as she came with only a few more pulses. It was all too much. The pleasure overwhelmed her and swept her away on a tide of passion as Connor’s cock flooded her insides with his come.
    Darius praised her in soft whispers at her ear as she came for them.
    When it was over, Darius took care of her. He lay her down on the bed, tucking a blanket around her. At some point, both of the men cleaned her. She felt a return of pulsating sensation in her clit when they bathed her there, but not enough to penetrate the fog of sleep that had fallen over her.
    She slept deeply, only to wake up at the sound of thunder.
    Darius and Connor slept with her. One on either side of her. Night had fallen long before, and the storm that had been brewing all day was upon them. Rain pelted the cabin roof and lightning sent jagged slats of illumination through the blinds every few minutes.
    Nights like these often made her fearful, but with Darius and Connor on either side of her, she felt safe. They were her mates. Her future and her past all rolled up into one. She would never be alone again as long as they lived.
    The idea that they were somehow dragon shifters was something she’d have to see to believe. They were magical. She’d felt that from the beginning, when she’d only thought there was one of them. She’d have to get them back for that dirty trick someday. She couldn’t get the energy to be truly upset by it now. Her inner snowcat purred for them both. Wanted them both. Needed them both.
    She didn’t understand it, but there were many things she didn’t fully understand about her beast. Her grandfather’s lessons were often too complicated for a girl who’d lived most of her life in the West. His talk of enlightenment and the various teachers and schools of thought in his religion had been dizzying for a teenager, suddenly thrust into a new life in a foreign land by the death of her mother.
    Her father had died long before, leaving her to be raised by her mother. A French Canadian researcher, her mother had met her father on a trip to western China. They’d married long before he’d ever revealed his heritage. It wasn’t until Josie was born that the truth had come out. By then nothing could break the couple apart—except death.
    When her father died, Josie’s mother went to America. Canadian by birth, she got a position as a university professor in Oregon and had raised her daughter as a suburban kid. When it came time for her first change, her mother had taken Josie to the mountains and had done her best to support her, but she didn’t really know much more than Josie had. She’d learned by trial and error.
    It was only much later that Josie’s mother had confided her grandfather’s prediction that as a half-breed, Josie would likely never be able to shift. She’d proven him wrong. Not only could she shift, but the snowcat’s influence was strong in her soul.
    When her mother died in a car crash, Josie’s grandfather had finally showed up to inspect her. A minor with no control over her own destiny, Josie had been obligated to go back to Tibet with him once he evaluated the strength of her snowcat.
    It was obvious to her that he’d been prepared to find little of value in his half-Caucasian grandchild. She’d reveled in her beast’s power when he’d demanded she shift for him and still remembered his surprise with a feeling of satisfaction. From that day forward, he had treated her with respect and began to teach her about being snowcat.
    Aside from his continuing efforts to convert her to his version of Buddhism, they’d gotten along well after that. He was an austere man who was bitter about the loss of his son. Josie made up for it in a small way, he once admitted. She was a strong snowcat and would add to the clan whose numbers were dwindling. Josie