Page 17 of Virgo Queen
A tiny grenade of pleasure explodes in my core. I yelp and arch into that hot ache, my heeled shoes scrabbling to find purchase on the table. Without meaning to, my teeth sink into Jae’s lip.
My bite triggers his wolf.
Or maybe it’s everything else the three of us are doing on this table that triggers him.
Jae breaks our kiss to throw his head back in a long lupine howl that soars about the music’s low bass throb. That howl sends chills cascading down my spine. Roughly he drags my back against his chest, clawed hands wrapping around my boobs from behind. The scrape of his talons against my nipples shoots straight to my already stimulated clit.
At the same time, Draco strokes my hard little bud through my soaked panties without mercy. Waves of pleasure ripple through me. My head falls back against Jae’s sweat-slick shoulder and my mouth falls open. The basement’s fire-streaked darkness swirls around me, candles blazing like comets against my blurred vision.
My entire back burns against Jae’s sinewy frame. My tattooed wings flutter against my skin like they yearn to rise and spread.
When Draco’s hands hook around my panties and drag them down my legs, it’s simultaneously a shock and the natural next act in this play we’re enacting. My pussy is slick and pulsing with a hunger that demands to be sated.
Still, from habit, I wiggle around so my dress falls over the carroty patch of pubic hair between my legs (because I’ve heard enough aboutthat, too, in my prep school girls’ locker room after gym class). When my undies snag around my clunkyshoe, my face flames with embarrassment. Here I am, wearing my regulation uniform silk-and-cotton schoolgirl panties to this unsanctioned orgy I seem to have stumbled into.
But Draco seems inflamed by the entire setup. He frees my panties with a deft twist, presses them to his face, and breathes in deep. His eyes close and his forehead knots.
Holy wow.
The Eric Northman of the Icarus Academy is sniffing my soaked panties.
Then his electric blue eyes flash open.
Over my splayed body, our gazes lock. I’m all flushed and undone, my mouth is open, and I can barely breathe. His stare narrows on Jae’s hands cradling my breasts. In his arctic eyes, cobalt flames ignite like northern lights.
Then his gaze narrows on the scrap of sparkly dress still wrapped around my hips.
“Fair warning, Mallory,” Draco says thickly. The sound of my name—and the warning—on his lips makes my pulse skip. “Lose the dress. Or we’ll tear it off you.”
Chapter Six
Draco
The First Girl on the Dean’s List is a virgin.
All these months, while she spied on the two of us from afar and ran like a rabbit every time we tried to close the distance, I’ve thought Mallory McSnicker must be the biggest fucking tease in this whole Academy. A minx in a schoolgirl’s uniform.
Trouble with a capital T.
Now, seeing the way her gray eyes widen and her soft mouth falls open at that threat I just voiced, I sniff out a whiff of the actual truth.
That’s my sneaking suspicion from earlier, now totally confirmed.
She’s not a tease. She’s an innocent.
A true innocent.
That truth blasts through my bullshit like a bolt of Thor’s lightning.
Very clearly, we have no business fooling around with a girl like this.
But one glance at Jean-Emilien tells me louder than words that he’s lost in his wolf. He’s pinning Mallory’s graceful body against his sexy frame with one arm and ripping his own trousers to shreds with the other. His yellow eyes flame in the darkness and his wicked fangs are bared and dripping.
He’s not the only one whose mouth is watering.
All the gods know, I’m no saint. I’m not even Christian.
After all the fucked-up shit I’ve done to protect the Mars clan and our family business, I’m not a nice guy.
