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Still straddling Max’s lap, I’m ready to burst into flames on the spot.
“Well, since you’ve asked me so nicely.” Suddenly Vasili rolls off the bed (to my intense disappointment, and I’m pretty sure Neo’s) and saunters toward the half-bath, but not before I get a searing glimpse of the mouthwatering hard-on outlined against his silky PJs. “Mr. Rasputin, I’ll see you downstairs in the library in precisely one hour. I’ve revised your study plan and graded your rather tedious essay. Don’t even think of being late, or I’ll make you suffer.”
“I will not be late.” Max is still sitting up, his arms looped around my waist, with me straddling his lean hips. Which means my boobs are pressed against his chest and his hands are stroking up and down my back.
But his head turns to watch Vasili’s sexy body—I honestly wish I could put a sway that sexy in my own booty—till my warlock vanishes into the john.
Only recently has Vasili started storing some of his hair products and cosmetics and facial goop in there with Ronin and Neo and me. (Lucius likes having his own space downstairs.) Seeing the permanently aloof and wary Goblin King settle into our shared space is a development that makes me really happy.
Max sighs and looks kind of wistful. He’s following my thoughts and yearning for Vasili in a way that makes me soften toward him a little.
Still, I really need to know if I can trust him.
“No flaming, Max, I mean it.” I figure it bears repeating. “At least not till we know what’s what, like Lucius says. We need to know who’s pulling the strings for that Tiberius crew. I wanna hear you promise. We good?”
I’m alert and sniffing for any whiff of resistance.
Instead, Max’s warm palms spread wide across my chilly back and tuck me in close to his brimstone heat.
He lowers his head and leans his brow against mine. “I am yours to command, my sovereign. Even when I do not like the command you give me.”
Okay then. That’s kinda, you know, a tiny bit heartwarming? Even when I really wanna stay pissed at him a good while longer over that whole near-death experience.
Maybe there’s a shred of hope for the big galoot after all.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Neo
The moon’s about to rise.
We all had an early dinner, because it looks like it’s going to be a pretty lively night.
Zara made us all spaghetti with meatballs—even though it wasn’t her turn to cook, and normally it’s not her favorite thing to do—because she’s trying to keep busy, and she’s getting too antsy to sit still and study with her heat. I quizzed her on the major periods in our History of Witchcraft textbook while she cooked, with an emphasis on the Arcane War that happened in the witching world in parallel with World War II in the ’40s. (That’s the chapter she missed playing hooky in Vegas.)
Anyway, I’m pretty satisfied she’s going to pass her midterm on that subject, at least.
Science of Witchcraft is Zara’s weakest subject, and that’s a whole other story.
I hope she’ll be able to focus more tomorrow.
You know, after Max breaks her superheat.
“That’s not a done deal, baby. We still don’t know how this whole scene’s gonna go down. Until we do, I’m not deciding, and I’m definitely not committing to a damn thing.” Zara’s pacing around and around the central hearth, wearing leggings and a hot pink tee shirt so she doesn’t ruin anything expensive if she doesn’t have time to strip down before she shifts. She’s flushed and sweating, even though we cracked the sliding doors open to give her instant access to the courtyard and the open sky when she needs it.
She’s also drinking a hefty snifter of Lucius’ Hungarianpalinkato try and relax a little.
I keep a close eye on her from my study nook and try to relax myself. She fucked all the nerves out of me before breakfast and again before lunch (that time with Ronin joining), then she had a fuckfest of monumental proportions with Lucius and Vasili (her alphas) right after dinner. V’s also been all over Ronin and Lucius, who are both still in heat themselves.
Basically, everyone’s been fucking except Max.
Because he isn’t officially part of our harem.
At least, uh, not yet.
Now the dragon’s been totally banished to his studio apartment down the hall, because Zara’s worried he’ll set off her shift if he’s too close, and she wants to control when it happens.
I feel bad for him, so I spent some time walking him through the four base proteins in a genetic sequence and the magical traits associated with each. He asked me to tutor him in Genetics, and he’s supposedly in there right now doing some basic DNA transcription exercises I set out for him.
