The four enormous alien dragon-men stand there for a few more seconds, until I wonder if that's all they want to do, just stand and watch, and if they expect me to just keep floating and let them. But then they all move towards the water, almost in unison, their eyes locked on me. My heartbeat picks up even more, and I feel completely exposed. Being naked makes me feel more vulnerable than ever, even though, realistically, I was always vulnerable around them.

I turn my head, trying to see them all at once, though I can't when they're coming from every direction it seems like. From my front, my sides, behind me. One of them alone would be intimidating, just with his massive size. Four is overwhelming as they near me. As they hit the water, kilt-like cloths swirl around their muscled, bulky thighs, the water level rising up their legs. It's a low shallower for them than it is for me.

Then they're right up next to me, surrounding me on every side, a wall of muscle. It seems to be their favorite position. Maybe they like cornering me. I shiver as they growl softly, each pair of eyes I meet filled with a carnal heat that has tingles spreading through my body, the edge of danger only adding to my arousal. I also really wish I could just close my eyes and disappear. Go figure. But the two conflicting feelings exist side by side. The situation is just so out of my experience, my comfort zone. It hits my buttons, but it also feels like a bad idea, like it could get out of hand quickly.

And then it escalates. I'm not in that position for long. Fire picks me up easily, pressing me against his hard, cool front. I automatically raise my legs to wrap them around his waist to stabilize myself, my hands sliding onto his broad shoulders so I don't fall. I gasp as I feel the ridiculously large erection rub up against me, with only the thin, almost transparent cloth of his kilt-like covering between us. There may as well be nothing at all there, that cloth is so thin and wet. I can feel him pulsing against me in his excitement, feel exactly how thick and long he is. And it doesn't leave me unaffected.

I groan, heat and a warm tension clamping down in my belly at the feel of him. Between my thighs. I'm panting softly as I marvel at how his proximity is affecting me. I've never felt this kind of mind wiping arousal, the kind that pushes my inhibitions aside, makes my self-consciousness fade against the face of it. Even as a voice tells me in the back of my head to be careful, that I don't really know any of these men, that I don't know what to expect, all I want to do is move my body against his. Feel more of this insanity. Rub against that ridiculous erection where it throbs against me. I can't focus on anything but that driving need.

I make a small, involuntary sound as I try to rub myself against that hard length, needing more than the press of him against me, staring into his pretty amber eyes, his handsome face softening at the touch. At how it makes him feel.

Four identical, frustrated growls sound from around me as they see me trying to slide against him. And then I'm suddenly torn right out of Fire's arms and into someone else's, the loss of his hard length from between my legs making me cry out in protest. I might have to get used to being pulled away from each of them. It seems to be how they operate.

I get a brief glimpse of Emerald before he closes the distance between our faces and settles his mouth against mine. He doesn't hold back or beat around the bush at all. Not that he needs to with how hot I'm already feeling. The kiss goes from zero to a hundred so fast my head is spinning while I try to gasp in a breath. His tongue slides against mine. His taste is seductive, his lips moving firmly, mobile and confident against my mine as he explores my mouth. I sink into that kiss, feeling the heat build even more at the contact. And now all I can think about is Emerald, his hard body against mine, the pretty yellow-and-green of his scales. The equally impressive erection pressed against my belly.

How can I just go from man to man like this and enjoy each one so much? But how am I supposed to resist such sexy men when they all want me so badly? I don't have much time to dwell on that thought or to enjoy Emerald either.

Another pair of hard arms flips me around in Emerald's hold. And now it's Danger staring at me, his eyes filled with an intense heat. My breath catches as I meet those eyes. I feel like he might be able to burn me with that look alone, it's so searing. His piercing gaze is so focused, I wonder if he can see exactly what I'm thinking, how hot the situation is making me. Despite how hot that look is, he doesn't pull me away from Emerald like I expect him to, like everyone else seems to like to do. Instead, he presses me back against Emerald, my back against his friend's solid chest.

He lifts my legs so that I wrap them around his narrow waist, suspending me between the two of them. I’m completely naked with nobody's body to obstruct the view of mine. It sends another bolt of fire through me. Oh, I feel much more open and vulnerable now. They can all see everything. Danger can see everything.

My eyes lock on his face as his drift down to my body, taking in every inch slowly, not rushing. Taking his time to look. I have the urge to cover myself, but I can't in this position. So I just watch him, my breath coming faster as his large hands smooth up the length of my legs. Up my shins. My thighs. My hips. Across my stomach. I look down to see the stark contrast of his dark, strong hands against my pale, much more delicate skin, the arresting sight holding my attention. He touches me slowly, sensually. As if he could do it all day and not tire of it. Feeling so wanted is an aphrodisiac all on its own, isn't it? I didn't realize that until now.

I almost forget Emerald is there because I'm so focused on what Danger is doing. Until he reaches around me to cup my breasts, squeezing the soft mounds gently in his cool hands. Pinching my already hard nipples between his teasing fingers. I arch at the sharp sensation, the feeling sending an answering warmth between my legs.

That's when one of Fire's hands finally moves between my legs, where I can feel the heat gathering, pooling as my excitement grows. His fingers slide through my folds, exploring, touching every inch of me gently, my own slickness helping him glide across. Well—touching almost every inch. There's one in particular that he stays away from, much to my frustration. He deliberately teases me, rubbing on either side of my clit, smoothing his hand just above, teasing my entrance with a fingertip below. He never quite touches me there directly, where I'm throbbing with the need to be caressed.

I moan as Royal strokes my face lightly, leaning down to whisper in my ear. His low, husky voice sends shivers down my spine, his hot breath sending goosebumps down my neck. I can't understand a word of what he's saying. But it's still fucking sexy. The tone, the desire in it, the thread of demand. Yeah. I don't know what he's saying, but I really wish I did.

I open my eyes slightly as they continue to tease me, feeling almost drugged by the sensations overtaking my body. They lap at me as gently as the water around us, just as all-encompassing.

My eyes move to Fire’s intense gaze as he steps back. Watching. His abs are clenched, his muscles standing out, every strong inch of his torso on display, wet with water. My eyes slowly slide down his body, the muscles there rippling as he moves his arm rhythmically. That's when I notice his hands are now under the water. I can't quite see them from this angle. But there's no mistaking the jerking motion of his forearm. He can only be doing one thing.

Another bolt of arousal shivers through my body at the realization. I lick my lips as I raise my eyes back to his, scanning all that smooth skin, wishing I could see his hand wrapped around his erection too. See how he likes it. How hard he's squeezing his cock. When I reach his face, he's still watching me as he touches himself, his eyes mesmerizing in their lust. I can't look away from the heat there, from the driving need that I can sympathize with.

Even as Danger's hands drive me right to the edge and no further. Coming so close to where I want him to touch me. I can't take it anymore. I can't.

"Please," I murmur, trying to move my hips towards his clever fingers, trying to get them where I want them. I know he can't understand my words, but I know he can understand my body, how it's moving against him, and the fact that I'm now unashamedly begging for what I want. For what I need. There's no room for shame, not with the way I need it.

"Please," I moan again, my nails digging into the back of his neck, into his shoulder, skating the gorgeous, sharp edge of oblivion.

Please.