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God.

Damn.

Even in a casino full of costumes, Ronin Pendragon draws every eye without half trying. Tonight his powerful frame is mouthwatering as he looms over the hottest action on the floor, all broody and smoldering in the black tunic and cowl of his Kylo Ren getup. He’s propped his black-and-gold pharaoh mask next to his stack of chips. So I can fully appreciate the perfection of his feral face and tawny skin.

With his smoking looks and bad-boy pout and that mane of black hair pouring halfway down his back, Ronin’s a dead ringer for Adam Driver even without the costume.

That’s part of what drew me—all that dark intensity and don’t-fuck-with-me attitude—like a heat-seeking missile the night we met.

That’s the night Ronin and Lucius kidnapped me, right out from under those Gemini hitmen, and dragged my rebel ass (furious and scheming) into royal captivity at the Icarus Academy.

We’ve been through a lot of shit together, me and Ronin and all my guys, since that crazy night in Singapore. At first, I didn’t want anything to do with the Academy, my pain-in-the-royal-ass title, or that lethal Gemini witchcraft I can still barely control.

And I definitely didn’t want a mate.

Much less four of them.

Sweet Jesus.

But right this moment, I’m not quite as opposed as usual to the concept of being the polyamorous queen-in-waiting of the whole witching world. Yeah, this queen gig’s a cage I’ve been chafing to break free from—even if only for one night. But I fucking love that Ronin Pendragon has a starring role in my harem and my bed.

And I’m sure as shit not gonna let him get spaced, the way it goes down in the movies, saving his girl.

I save my own ass.

Xiao’s still on the move, and I need to stay in his six because, despite my Catwoman camouflage, he could actually recognize me. Still, I put an extra sway in my hips when I sashay past the craps pit, just for Ronin’s benefit.

And despite the beehive of activity seething around the table where the chips rattle and the dice roll and the stickman narrates the action in his lightning-quick patter, Ronin slides a slow hot look over my latex-sheathed curves with those tiger eyes of his.

It’s a look that just about melts my pussy.

I give him a smirk and swish the mane of green curls swaying halfway to my ass as I swank past.

Like what you’re looking at, Adam?I whisper in his head.

And because he’s a warlock and almost pure Valyrian, not to mention one of my mates, he volleys right back at me in that intimate telepathic growl that gooses my snatch every damn time he does it.

I’ll fancy it even more later, when Vasili and I peel you out of that bloody costume with our teeth.

Except for those scrumptious boots. Those we’ll let you keep.Vasili’s silky whisper purrs through the bond we all share—a mating bond that’s getting stronger and more potent by the day. My harem’s dominant alpha (a.k.a. the Goblin King) is parked somewhere up there at the rotating bar, with all that sexy he wields like a weapon tucked away behind a carnival mask.

That’s one visual of Ronin and Vasili I can definitely get behind. Because the two of them individually are hella hot.

But the two of them together?

Fuck.

Me.

Sideways.

Fuck meallthe ways, actually.

Heat floods my skin under my Catwoman mask and makes me sweat despite the arctic chill of the Double Gem’s A/C. Under my panties, my cunt gets slick. In a heartbeat, the gusset is damp and clinging to my girly parts.

Oh yeah, my reaction to the guys tonight is even more intense than usual. Because that fat disc of moon floating above the corkscrew coaster is waxing toward full.

Which means, thanks to those mating bites I’m sporting from the shifters and quasi-shifters in my harem, I’m going into heat.