Page 12 of Virgo Queen
But the moon, she is nearly full, the frantic music shrieks in my ears like a damned soul, and the air is thick with Mogadon pheromones. Ah, that Gemini queen and her mates, they are fucking against the wall. Ronin is bucking savagely into Zara, with her legs locked around his waist and his pants loose around his hips, the queen’s ripe breasts are spilling from her latex, and that Russian dragon is lurking and angling for his turn.
The witching queen’s heat is sending this whole house spiraling into a mating rut.
Trapped between myamouand me, Mallory’s pale body squirms against my raging shaft in a way that makes my dick weep. I bite harder into the tender curve of her neck, not hard enough to break the skin and administer my wicked venom… not quite. I growl, deep and savage, in my chest.
Softly, so softly, her hands close over mine.
Over my wicked four-jointed fingers and disemboweling claws that are flexing into her helpless belly and shredding her sparkly dress.
With gentle wonder, her fingers trace over mine. Her careful touch follows every gnarl and knot of my twisted hands without fear or disgust or flinching. Where another woman would weep and beg and even scream for mercy, she is silent.
She does not protest.
“Draco, she is willing,” my beast slavers with my voice, harsh and guttural. “Take her with me,amou. Take her now.”
My lover tears his fascinated gaze from her face where she lists, half-swooning against my shoulder, to give me one of his fierce Viking glares. I grin up at him through my fangs.
Finally, Draco gives Mallory what I have sensed all along she is craving. Roughly he says, “Hjartfólgin.”
In his northern tongue, he is calling her… his secret heart. This is the same endearment he uses (sometimes, in private) for me.
Then, with a suddenness that makes her gasp, he drags her roughly up on tiptoe against his big body and swoops down to claim her in a brutal kiss.
Chapter Five
Mallory
Wow.
So this is a kiss.
I have to admit, this entire experience issodefinitely worth waiting for.
I’m wobbling on tiptoe with my boobs and torso crushed against Draco Mars’ broad chest, my chunky platform heels barely grazing the floor, my fists desperately clutching his broad shoulders and suede-soft shirt for balance, and an entire arsenal of Fourth of July fireworks exploding in my head.
I don’t even understand why he’s kissing me right now. I mean, I’m… me. And he’s…him.
But whatever his rationale, I’ll take it.
Forget about my third cousin Cletus in the broom closet when we were clumsy kids.Thisis a first kiss. A kiss to blow all my virginal schoolgirl first kiss dreams to smithereens.
Despite the tether of Draco’s arm wrapped around my waist and the bulwark of his strong body holding me up, I’m drowning in this kiss. He’s really sure of himself (which is good, since I have no idea what I’m doing at this end). He tastes… bracing, like high-octane gin and crisp Iceland air. And his tongue, oh my gosh, his tongue is literallyright there. A slick lick of heat, stroking mine in a way that makes my tummy flutter and my heart hammer. Liquid fire spreads across my shoulders and spills across my back, like my useless wings are trying to break free from my skin.
But tonight I’m not thinking about my inadequacies or my failures or my freakishly useless wings.
My nipples are tight and tingly (which I hope isn’t blatantly obvious since I ditched my Academy bra for this dress). A hotache pulses, slow and heavy, between my thighs. My entire body feels slick and sticky with warmth.
Every slow thrust of Draco’s tongue in my mouth is like a Roman candle, lobbing gouts of fire into the vast sky of my sexual ignorance. My eyes are closed and I’ve forgotten how to even breathe. But a soft moan rises from my throat like a whine.
A sudden hit of juniper and bergamot fills my nose and almost takes the top of my head off.
Whoa.
That’s Draco too, his Mogadon mating scent, laced with feel-good pheromones and come-get-me biochemicals that stoke the fire tingling down my spine. Heat glows and pulses between my legs like a live coal.
Clueless but curious, I graze his tongue gently with mine. Our tongues twine in a tentative lick.
Draco unleashes a rumbly growl against my lips that sounds hungry but encouraging. Jae snarls in my ear like a predator.
