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herself. She pictured Eben’s broad hand stroking the dragon’s penis and moaned softly while she stroked herself. But the idea that they could all come alive was what thrilled her the most. There had to be hundreds of dragons in here. Most of them were frozen in their native form, but if what Kris said was true, they could all appear like humans.
    Her clit throbbed beneath her touch and the familiar surge of sensation made her speed up to reach that crest. Kris was lying, she thought when she got close to the edge. But just before she climaxed, her pleasure hit a wall. Tension pooled deep in her belly, seeking a release but nothing was imminent. She groaned out loud and pulled her hand out of her shorts, smacking it against the stone floor beside her. He was right. As much as she wanted it and as close as she was, there was no way she could make herself come. How, though? Their nirvana belonged to the dragons. What the hell did that mean?
    When Camille heard Erika’s emphatic arguments coming toward her, she scurried out the door and back to the throne. At least she knew enough now to know what to look for.
    With her pen light and notebook, she crouched down and began translating the characters that were etched into the base of the dais. After a few hours and a set of very sore knees, the truth began to emerge. She made the notes and kept going, forcing herself to exhaustion to avoid the very present issue of how horny she was. Keeping her hands busy was the best means of avoiding what she really wanted to do, and if Kris was being honest it wouldn’t help anyway.
    Camille had always admired Erika’s easy attitude about sex and wished she could be that free about it. To not care in the least what people thought to the point it made men’s tongues fall out of their mouths when she walked by. That’s how all the men in their group seemed to behave around Erika anyway. Even Corey, the dark and broody, seemed to see Erika for something more than just ‘the boss.’ Camille had seen him assess their leader. Maybe not in an overtly sexual way, but the two had talked and Camille had watched Corey’s expressions. She knew he respected Erika and found her attractive. Like maybe he wouldn’t have joined them at all if he didn’t.
    She forced herself to think in the native language while she translated. It was a common ancient dialect, so the act was mindless for her. The pencil was an extension of her brain, transcribing the words as she read them. While she transcribed she could happily daydream about other things. Like imagining Eben doing dirty things to her. His hand stroking that dragon’s cock had aroused her incredibly, making her eager for the end of supper when she could have some alone time to pleasure herself while thinking of him. Then all this happened, and now she was rubbing her nose on the surface of what was apparently a platform that held the throne of an enigmatic leader of an elusive race. The more she learned the more she had to keep translating.
    The ritual was the most interesting thing. In particular, the one facet of it that drove her out of her mind with desire. They needed a virgin, and as far as she knew, she was the only one besides Kris. No, she was sure of it. She knew Eben and Erika weren’t virgins… they’d been fucking like bunnies the entire trek. Hallie wasn’t, Camille knew because Hallie had shared a pregnancy scare story with them one night. Dimitri was the only guy who might’ve been, and he’d destroyed that illusion after confessing to having shared a girlfriend once with his twin brother. And Corey… well, you didn’t get to be as worldly and experienced as Corey without having sex.
    That left her and Kris, and Kris had clearly been destined for a different role in the ritual. And she knew from her personal lack of experience that she was an appropriate subject.
    She read and re-read the ritual until it started to sound like a legal document. Most of the ritual components