Page 26 of Virgo Queen
My heart swells and my soul sings with possessive pride for her. She is ours.
Mallory.
Only when both of us—Mallory and myself—are trembling and mindless with ecstasy does myamoufinally take his own powerful release. Draco’s back arches, his chest swells, his fists clench. His mouth opens in a primal yell that punches through the throbbing beat of the boombox and the chorus of cries rising from the orgy.
His hips punch forward to flood our girl’s mouth and throat with his own abundant tribute.
She takes him like a goddess, like she was born to do nothing else. She clings to him for balance but swallows him down, without choking or struggling. She yields to him, to me, tous—so perfectly.
Ah, this girl. She is perfect.
She is perfect for both of us.
I am lost in her, lost in him, lost in this spellbound moment of discovery the three of us are sharing, when my wolfish senses recoil from the sharp chemical stink of kerosene. Under the din of music, I discern the jarring crash of shattered glass.
My instincts prickle in a frisson of unease.
This is something that should not be.
The door to the basement den bursts open so violently it slams into the wall. Dimly I recall this is the room where the Gemini queen and her mates have vanished.
Ronin Pendragon erupts into view, mother-naked, black hair swirling around muscled shoulders, his tall silhouette edged in a hectic flicker of light. A blast of cold outdoor air and the powdery scent of falling snow spill from the room behind him. Fingers of oily smoke wind around his body. Ronin looks wildly around the oblivious tangle of the sex-drunk party.
Across the width of the basement, his desperate stare locks with mine. Over the grinding music, he bellows,“Fire!”
Chapter Nine
Mallory
The raw note of crisis in Ronin’s bellow changes everything.
One second, I’m floating in a sea of endorphins and Mogadon pheromones, with my rational First Girl mind totally blown and my poor defenseless heart a quivering blob of jelly. My stretched, stuffed, and no longer virginal vag is pulsing around the last electrifying spasms of Jae’s incredible dick, buried deep inside me and still spurting jets of liquid heat.
Simultaneously, I’m slowly backing off Draco’s shaft (which is somehow still hard, even after he definitely came in my mouth) while placing little licks and kisses all along his length so he doesn’t feel totally abandoned. But he came a lot (which I loved!) and I swallowed all that, and I just need a little breather to process everything that’s happened.
I mean, mission accomplished, right? I’m no longer the last remaining virgin at the Icarus Academy.
I’ve lost my unwanted innocence.
Finally.
Too bad I might also have lost my heart in the process.
That’s when Ronin’s urgent shout of“Fire!”shreds my floaty haze of euphoria—and the looming threat of heartbreak—to ribbons.
A startled sputter of yells and curses, peppering the air around the dance floor and the mangy couches, tells me the school orgy is ruined.
In a blink, Draco snarls one of those incomprehensible Icelandic oaths. Suddenly his mind-blowing cock is gone, because he’s stuffing himself roughly into his discarded leather pants. Jae slides out of me like greased lightning, pausing just long enough to steady me on my wobbly knees as I sway on the gift table, so I don’t fall over.
The second Jae pulls out, a warm flood of shifter semen spills down my thighs.
Gosh, that’s embarrassing.
It’s Sploosh City down there.
That spectacle is apparently diverting for Jae, who gives a low velvety purr of satisfaction. He dives in for a hard sniff and a long lick up my inner thigh—lapping up our mingled juices—that wrings out of me a breathless squeak.
Geez Louise, McSnicker. Great way to sound like a cartoon mouse in front of these two totally hot guys you just boinked—
