Page 20 of Virgo Queen
Clearly reaching the same conclusion and finding that shit as unacceptable as I do, Jean-Emilien growls in protest and drags her hard against his front. I can’t see his dick from this angle, but I’m willing to bet he’s dripping for her. Probably making a mess out of the back of her.
His yellow wolf eyes lift to mine, urging me to speak.
For both of us.
“No reason to hide,” I say gruffly, squeezing my own dick in a futile effort to calm myself down. “Mallory, I swear to gods. You’re fucking perfect.”
Her expressive face flickers between wonder and doubt. She’s always been guarded, way more than you’d expect given her grades and her Dean’s List status, but she’s also guileless. Right now, her face is open and trusting. Shewantsto believe me.
Guess I’ll just need to convince her.
I drop to my knees with a growl, stop fisting my dick long enough to spread her thighs wide and expose the glistening pink folds of the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, then dive in for a taste.
Her alluring scent of spice and sweetness rises from her soaked snatch and envelops me like a net.
She’s a feast fit for the gods.
And I’m fucking famished.
I drag my tongue down her soaked virgin slit in a long hungry lick.
Chapter Seven
Mallory
The first swipe of Draco’s tongue over that throbbing ache of craving at my core hits me like a jumper cable’s been wired to my clit.
Holy wow.
I’msosensitive there right now.
I’m pretty sure I’ve already had my first orgasm, just from Draco fingering me through my panties, while Jae rubbed his sinewy body and hard dick against my back.
Now, clearly, I’m about to have another.
I’m vaguely self-conscious about being so wet down there (is that normal? Or just one more way I’m a freak?) And I’m kind of worried about how I smell down there (isn’t that a turnoff?) Plus I’m wondering if maybe I should have douched or something (but how could I possibly have known anything like this would happen?!)
Then the hot sweep of Draco’s tongue laps over the inner folds of my vulva. My empty core ripples and clenches in a hard spasm of need.
Good grief. That’s it.
I need to be…filled.
Right now.
And Jae, who’s wrapped around me so tightly from behind like maybe he’s afraid for me to see him, and who’s clearly wolfing out back there and possibly a little self-conscious about his whole shifter thing, he needs to fill me.
I mean, he needs to be the one who fills me first. Because I know, on a deep level, what it’s like to feel awkward and freakish and excluded.
He’s part of this.Us.To the extent there is an “us”.
I don’t want him feeling left out.
Just when I’m starting to get all up in my head thinking and worrying, Draco thrusts his tongue deep into my aching hole. With a shudder of need, my hips rise into his touch. I clench hard around his probing tongue.
Geez Louise.
Draco Mars’ tongue feels amazing inside me. Triggering that tight pulsing ripple in my core. I thread a hand through his spiky hair and press hard against his head to hold him against that surging heat.
