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Not to mention that whole combustible World War III scenario he’s got going on with Vasili is one helluva lot to handle.

Lucius slips into the bedroom quietly, closes the door behind him, and shoots the lock. That simple act makes me all tingly and breathless. It’s the wolf in him, the hunter, cutting off his prey’s escape.

Even though he’d never, ever hurt us.

“Ronin’s sleeping soundly,” he reports, somber, while he adds wood to the fire to keep things toasty (not that he needs a fire for that). “I dare say I’ve left Vasili with a few hard truths to process in that fiendish brain of his. I’ve also provided sufficient assurance to the Dean to postpone anyone’s immediate expulsion—for now. However, I do think the two of you should sleep here tonight, at least until Maxim returns.”

“Oh, we’re definitely staying,” I murmur. “And we’re stayingallnight. But I don’t think we’ll be doing much sleeping.”

I wiggle out from under the pile of blankets Neo’s tucked around me and kneel on the bed. Now that I’m finally warm enough and things are as much under control in this harem as they’re gonna get tonight, my real heat is kindling.

Yeah, it’s fucking early. It’sdaysearly, damn it. How is that even fair?

Anyway, my heat’s definitely here.

I unbelt the robe I’m still wearing for warmth and push it off my shoulders. The fur-lined garment slithers down my body like a slow caress, every brush of friction literally painful against my hypersensitive skin. I’m so warm now I’m practically steaming. All my senses are heightened, shifter-style. My vision is sharpened so I can see through shadows, my nose is flooded with the smells of sage and wolf and woodsmoke, my hearing is boosted into overdrive and extra acute.

I can hear Dez murmuring something to Racetrack in her bedroom about prophetic dreams (because Dez gets those) and an alarm clock. I can hear the restless tread of Vasili’s pacing upstairs and even the slow rhythm of Ronin’s sleeping breath. The Goblin King must have fucked the shit out of him to put Ronin out like that.

Damn.

It really sucks that I missed it.

But this room, our room, the room where I’ve just bared my body for my mates, is gripped in spellbound silence.

Before the fire, Lucius is frozen in place like a crouching wolf, his sherry-gold eyes riveted on my naked body and glowing red with need. My hands glide down my torso, grazing my skin, until my fingers brush the swollen nub of my clit. At the first spark of contact, I moan with an electric jolt of need.

Lucius growls deep in his throat and his fangs descend.

Lying still at my side, head propped on his folded arm, shining eyes gazing up at me in worship, Neo’s holding his breath.

Inside my skin, my dragon purrs with approval.

“I think I’m changing,” I whisper to both of them, both my mates, low and deep. “I think it’s my dragon. I sense and I crave and I feel…everything.”

“It’s okay, Zara.” Neo pushes up to sit and trails his big hand slowly up my inner thigh. “You can let go with us. We’ve got you.”

Need licks at my cunt like a fiery tongue. A gasp spills out and my stance widens to welcome him. When his fingers graze the tender folds of my slit, I’m already slick and dripping. I groan and rub into his touch.

“Oh shit,” he whispers. My innocent bookworm who hardly ever swears. I’m afraid we’re ruining him, but he seems eager for that.

Neo rises to his knees behind me, which really makes him loom. His arms slide around my ribs, his cotton-covered bulge tucks up against my ass, and his hands cup my bare tits. Due to my heat, they feel fuller than usual, areolae tender and puffy, nipples taut and swollen around my piercings. When Neo tweaks and teases, I writhe in gasping need.

That’s more than enough to drive Lucius over the edge.

A low snarl rips from his throat.

Carelessly my wolf shucks his English lord’s smoking jacket (though he’s actually Hungarian) and tears off his mannerly pressed pajamas in record time. Underneath he’s all raw rangy strength, not gym rat buffed like Neo or whippet-slim like Vasili, he’s like what you imagine an alpha wolf in a human body would be. His powerful chest is furry, but all that fur tapers to a narrow tongue of hair that licks down his abs. His chestnut curls are twisted into that knot at his nape, which adds a whole other note that’s both civilized and exotic.

He also has the thickest cock of any guy in my harem. (Have I mentioned this? Because it’s, like, this major obsession for me.)

Right now, it’s jutting straight out for Neo and me from that thicket of dark curls between his thighs.

“Oh God,” Neo whispers, all shuddery in my ear. “Is this actually happening? I mean, will it really be all three of us?”

“Yeah,” I say, thick and husky, one arm rising to wrap around his neck. My other hand’s still buried in my hungry cunt. “It’s gonna be all three of us, baby. And Lucius? You keep those fangs out.”

My wolf barks a short laugh, bounds across the room in what looks like a single animal leap, and lands on the bed on all fours. His eyes glow red as embers. His big-ass fangs are fully distended and sexy as fuck.