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“No. Fucking. Condom,” my queen says savagely. “You’ve been celibate for years. I was tested in Singapore. We’re all committing. Lucius Laszlo Aries, I need you to fuck me bareright now.”
I don’t have the first idea how she’s managed to learn my middle name, but it’s certainly effective. Without further ado, I fit the swollen head of my manhood to her slick rear passage, a feat made more complicated by the increasing intensity with which she and Vasili are coupling, and carefully press into her tight heat.
I mean to go slowly, still, because I feel responsible for all of them. But the instant she feels me probing her, she cries out and rocks herself onto my shaft. A hoarse groan rumbles out of me and my manhood throbs.
“Well,finally,” Vasili drawls.
But I forgive him for his intolerable sarcasm because of the incredible way he feels inside her front passage, only a thin membrane separating my organ from his. He’s my alpha, she’s my queen, and I’m in desperate rut.
I grip Zara’s sweet bottom in one sweating paw and thrust slowly into her. All three of us moan in unison.
“Oh, shit,” she whimpers, but it’s definitely a whimper of pleasure. “Shit, Lucius.”
I ease out of her, but not very far. When I push back in, Vasili’s eyes drill into me, stripped for once of malice or pretense or anything but raw pleasure.
“I can…feelthat,” he breathes. “My God, Lucius.”
Thus am I forgiven by both my mates for my measured pace. My wolf is deeply gratified by this reception and excited to be this close to both of them, and my own reaction is scarcely more sophisticated.
This is especially the case once I release Zara’s wrists and she starts to move between us like liquid lightning.
With every roll of her hips, my shaft rubs against Vasili’s inside her, through the thin barrier between us. With every breath, her tight sweet hole strangles my manhood in a silken fist. With every thrust, I’m cupping a succulent breast or Vasili’s licking her bite or Neo’s leaning in to give me another shy kiss. Knowing that Ronin and Neo are watching and getting off again themselves, their breath growing hoarse and their hands and mouths all over each other, adds another level of erotic charge to this entire unprecedented experience.
I finally abandon the last of my restraint and surrender utterly to the hard driving pace my heat demands.
I grip my queen’s hips and slam into her sexy ass, my eyes nailed to the inflammatory sight of my thick shaft, flushed purple with need, pistoning in and out of her shiny hole, wrenching cries from deep inside her that spiral higher with every brutal stroke. Vasili’s got his lower lip clenched in his little fangs hard enough to draw a trickle of blood, his gilded brows furrowed, and every rough thrust of my alpha’s shaft against mine inside my queen’s slick passage makes me snarl like a savage dog.
Still, my wolf and I want both of them to climax before we do.
In the end, we climb that final peak together, and we fall together, my hands pinning Zara’s overhead when her sparks fly, my mouth finding Vasili’s in a desperate kiss, my wolf whining beneath my human skin, my release and Vasili’s spilling in long endless spurts into her sucking heat to fill her while she writhes and sobs between us.
I know now beyond any doubt that I’m taking all four of them, and she’s taking all four of us. It’s inconceivable now that I’ll ever let any of them go. This remains the case even though this forbidden choice will undoubtedly cost me my position. Ours is a union I’ll kill to keep, even if it demands a sacrifice I’ll forever grieve.
God only knows how I’m going to tell the Dean.
Chapter Forty-Four
Zara
The enormous moon is sinking behind the slanting eaves and my guys are deep asleep, all four of them, piled like sexy naked wolf pups in my big canopy bed. Vasili’s sprawled protectively over Lucius and, I’m interested to see, over Neo. It’s been fascinating to watch the two of them watch each other, and I don’t think it’s going to take very long before Vasili starts giving Neo what he’s already giving everyone else in this bed.
But I’ve been so wrapped up in my mating heat that I haven’t been able to focus on anything for very long.
Ronin’s hot body is wrapped around me, his golden skin radiating plenty of banked Leo fire, though I’m pretty sure I broke his actual mating heat for good when he tied my wrists to my headboard and fucked me until I screamed and blew out the bulb in my desk lamp.
At the rate I’m going, this entire Academy will be reduced to stygian darkness by the end of the term.
Anyway, my guys have definitely earned their recovery sleep before we all go at it again, but I’m way too restless to sleep myself. I’ve had a boatload to process over the past few days, now including a lurking sense of imposter syndrome at the concept of being proclaimed queen of the witching world, given the still uncontrolled and largely unexplored extent of my witchcraft. Who knows if I can actually save the witching world? Maybe I won’t live up to my star billing.
And now I have to pee.
I briefly consider holding it, because the fire’s gone out and it’s cold as fuck in my bedroom. But it’s no use, I gotta go. Heaving a sigh, I disentangle carefully from Ronin’s heavy limbs, because I really don’t want to wake him. His first heat’s taken a lot out of him. I’m glad when he rolls over and burrows into Neo with a heavy sigh without ever waking.
God knows we all need sleep to recuperate.
Groping through the dark, because there isn’t much moonlight left, I shiver into my fur-lined Academy robe and slippers, then bolt into my bathroom with teeth chattering to take care of business. Which I also end up doing in the dark.
Turns out I’ve done more than blow out the big bathroom light. The nightlight’s intact, but nothing happens when I hit the little switch.
