Page 18 of Virgo Queen
And the incendiary sight of those two I’m so into, all wrapped up in each other’s bodies, with Mallory’s sweet strawberry nipples calling my name and her creamy thighs spilling wide ininvitation and that scatter of nutmeg freckles across her pretty titties I can’t wait to taste…
Fokk.
There’s no way I’m stopping.
I’m still clutching her white silk panties in my fist like a psycho. The perfume of her arousal fills my head like a drug. I can practically taste her sweet honey in the back of my throat.
The thought of stopping now, the way I know we all should, turns me as savage as Jean-Emilien’s wolf.
While I wrestle with my instincts and the grossly neglected and underdeveloped muscle that passes for my conscience, Mallory gazes up at me with her wide eyes shining like silver lamps.
Then her tongue slips out to trace the full curve of her lower lip.
Oh, Loki.
She’s actually thinking about it.
She’s thinking about what I told her to do.
“Okay,” she says suddenly. “That’s a yes.”
Elation roars through me like an avalanche. Over her silky shoulder, Jae gives me a fierce grin of triumph.
Then Mallory’s innocent gaze drops to the boner trapped behind my zipper.
“It’s a yes—on one condition.” She sucks in a visible breath. “You go first, Draco.”
With a mighty heave, I pin my better angels to the mat and grapple them into submission.
She’s consenting.
I’m not a fool. I have a nose. I know her friend, the Gemini queen, is in heat. Know Mallory’s been breathing in the biochemical drug of Gemini pheromones all night, and that shit’s potent as heroin. Clearly this whole school’s lost and spiraling in a mating rut.
But Mallory’s sober, sharp, smart, and capable as a damn brain surgeon—and she just consented.
That means we’re doing this.
We’ll take care of her.
And with Jean-Emilien running moon-mad and already half-shifted to his wicked wolf, that meansI’lltake care of both of them.
I lock onto Mallory’s shimmering stare and drag down my zipper.
For the second time tonight, Mr. Happy emerges into view. This time, he’s not going down without a fight.
My dick’s been hard as tungsten all night. First Jae sucked me off, but he didn’t fucking finish. Then, like everyone else in this joint, I’ve been breathing in hits of Gemini pheromones—and pumping out plenty of my own—all night. Now I’ve got sweet Mallory McSnicker, spreadeagled between me and my homeboy in a pile of birthday gifts, shyly willing to take on both of us.
Helvitis. I feel like the birthday boy myself.
Not that I’d know what that feels like.
Magnus Mars doesn’t believe in coddling his sons. To him, we’re hired muscle. Instant violence.
We’re murder with a pulse.
Fiercely I shove that dysfunctional family shit into the dark closet in my brain (crowded in there, but I make it work) and lock the door.
When Mallory gets her first real look at my thick boner, her lush lips pop open in astonishment. Unlike earlier on the stairs, she takes her time looking. Thank fuck, she makes every remaining thought in my gods-damned skull evaporate
