Nitheo’s eyes landed on two females, dancing to the music. Their bodies moved in a synchronous rhythm. The way they moved against each other told him that they were familiar with each other’s bodies. Their hands gently moved along each other as they shared chaste kisses.

Teasing him.

The brunette turned the blonde around and wrapped her arms around her from behind. They shared a sensual laugh as the brunette ran her hands along the blonde’s stomach, trailing up to the blonde’s full breasts.

Nitheo wasn’t the only one to take notice of the women. Other shifters were entranced by the sight of the beautiful women enjoying each other. He sent a stone-cold glare around the room and met the eyes of some of the males. He brandished his sharp incisors, daring them to move toward the women. He would challenge any shifter, male or female, who would try to move toward the girls.

The brunette’s eyes connected with his and his dragon roared, pushing his power out across the bar. His eyes locked on them, unable to look away.

Mates.

A smile crossed her lips and he knew that she recognized who he was to them. She proceeded to caress the other woman’s breasts with her hands, while laying open kisses on the other woman’s exposed neck. The blonde’s head relaxed against the brunette’s shoulder as she allowed the other woman to do as she pleased.

Food forgotten, he began to make his way to the females as they continued their sensual dance. He took a step in their direction as she revealed to him the perky breast of the other woman. The pink little nipple called to him. He ached to lavish the hard bud with his tongue. Her smile widened as he began to get closer. Pure lust coursed through his body as bodies moved from out of his path.

The girls danced their way to a dark corner of the dance floor. He followed them, not taking his eyes off of them. The brunette grew even bolder as she caressed and pulled at the bountiful teat, before pulling the blonde’s shirt further down to reveal the other one.

There were many things that went on in a shifter bar that many turned a blind eye to. The two female dragon shifters grinding on each other weren’t the only ones. He’d passed by other couples practically fucking on the dance floor. Shifters were more in tune with their animalistic sides, and most would not say anything or bat an eye if someone was fucked up against a wall in a dark corner of a bar.

His cock strained against his jeans as he finally arrived in front of them, blocking the view of the blonde’s breasts from anyone else.

Those beautiful, perky breasts belonged to him.

“Finally.” The blonde sighed as her eyes met his. A small smiled graced her lips as her eyes perused his body, before finally settling on his groin area. “I’m Pilar, and this is Dymme. We’ve been waiting for you, mate.”

“And I you,” he growled as he stepped closer to them. He breathed in their scents of arousal and knew he would be the one to take care of both of them tonight.

“What is your name, mate?” Dymme asked as she cradled Pilar’s breasts in her hands, as if offering them up to him.

“Nitheo.”

Unable to resist, he leaned in and crushed his lips to Pilar’s. Their bodies called to his, and it was instinct to take from his mates. This was nothing but pure fate at work. How they found him, he didn’t know, but he was glad that something led them to him.

The animal in him wanted to lay claim to her now, but he knew that they would have plenty of time later. Pilar gasped, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to enter. His mate tasted divine as his tongue swept her mouth. His hand crept up to cradle the face of Dymme, who patiently waited for him. He broke the kiss with Pilar in order to get a taste of Dymme’s lips.

His tongue dove into her open and willing mouth to duel with her tongue. Pilar’s small hands roamed his body, traveling down his abdomen to cup his cock through his jeans.

“You two belong to me,” he growled, tearing his lips from Dymme’s. “How did you know I would be here?”

It shouldn’t have been this easy. He’d only been in town for a few hours. He had so many questions for them, but currently, he couldn’t think as Pilar became determined to pull his cock out, her little hands unzipping his jeans.

“Pilar has witch’s blood in her. She was able to track me down a week ago. We had planned to leave here tomorrow, but then you came into town and she sensed you were here,” Dymme admitted. Her seductive eyes called to him, but so did the action of her hands. They had yet to leave Pilar’s body. Her one hand had disappeared beneath Pilar’s short skirt, eliciting a small moan from Pilar.

“Is that so?” Nitheo murmured as his head dipped down to nuzzle Pilar’s neck. The three of them were drawing a few observers, but Nitheo didn’t give a fuck. His mates were right in front of him, ready for him.

His beast snarled, not liking that someone may see his mates’ naked flesh.

Damn dragon was a jealous dragon, and didn’t want anyone seeing what belonged to them.

He nipped the skin, knowing he needed to move the girls from the bar before he ended up fucking them both right here on the dance floor.

“Our mate’s pussy is slick and ready for you, Nitheo—” Dymme’s words was cut off.

“Hers is too,” Pilar chuckled. His hands, unable to remain still, arrived at her perky breasts. They fit his large hands perfectly. It pained him to cover them, but he did.

Pilar pouted slightly, causing him to lay a hard kiss to her mouth.

“My hotel is a block away from here,” he growled against her lips. “Let’s go.