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He cries out and nearly jackknifes off the futon.
“Fucking hell, the two of you,” he gasps. “There’s lube and condoms in my coat.”
Of course there is, because he came here spoiling for a fuck.
Without lifting my head, I fumble blindly through his fallen coat, because she’s occupied probing and stretching him.
Making him ready for me.
Still mouthing his balls, I find the lube and flip the cap and press it into her unoccupied hand. We’re so close now, telepathically as well as physically, that it feels natural to slip my arm around her slim waist.
We’re doing this together, after all, for him.
A ripple of tension moves through her. Then she softens into my touch.
She pauses the proceedings to lube up properly, and clearly this isn’t the first ass play our queen has indulged, which comes as a lovely surprise. There’s no conceivable way Cybelle would ever have slipped her royal finger in anyone’s ass, even if Ronin and I had been willing to tolerate her.
Which we emphatically were not.
I mouth my way up his fat veined cock, this luscious cock I utterly adore, while my boyfriend loses his damn mind under our combined ministrations. I know the instant she penetrates him again, nice and slick this time, and I savor his long low moan as he undulates into her invasion.
He’s really tight,she whispers in my head.He’s going to feel so incredible when you’re buried inside him.
I groan in heartfelt agreement.
She leans in close, tonguing his balls the way I did, then licking the base of his shaft while I play with his piercing and lap the precum from his slit.
Our faces are quite close, and I’m angling to give her as much room as possible and praying my loathsome proximity doesn’t make her too uncomfortable, because with both our mouths working his cock in tandem, Ronin is truly and delectably losing it. Now we’re sharing his cock between us. Her aqua eyes are all I see, riveted to mine as we share his pleasure.
Our lips are almost touching as we nuzzle his slick hard length.
But I scrupulously keep my distance from her soft sucking mouth.
I’m well aware that absolutely no one except Ronin has ever wanted an up-close-and-personal with my freakish fangs—
“Stop it,” Zara whispers around his cock. “There’s nothing wrong with your fangs.”
“He’s given himself a fucking complex,” Ronin gasps, hands fisting desperately in my hair and hers. “He’s absolutely mental about his blooming fangs.”
“Because they’re revolting,” I snap. He’s trying to nudge the two of us together, Zara and me, he wants us to kiss. But I’m doggedly resisting to spare her the horror show.
And, I suppose, to spare myself the inevitable rejection.
“Vasili,” she says clearly, her gaze locked on mine. “Listen up, because I’m only gonna say this once. Your fangs. Areso. Fucking.Sexy.”
Something inside my chest splits wide open.
Something that I’m very much afraid may be my long-neglected heart.
I lunge forward on a moan and kiss her.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Zara
I can’t believe I’m kissing the Goblin King.
God knows I’ve wanted to, pretty much from the second I first saw him terrorizing the entire student body from his tyrannical throne in the commons. I wanted him even after running the gauntlet of his reign of tyranny and barely surviving him myself. But he’s been one hundred percent off limits this whole time because, one, he’s anti-monarchist and I’m the new queen; two, he hates me for reason number one; and three, you know, he’s gay.
