Page 21 of Virgo Queen
A deep moan rumbles through his big body. He drags my legs over his massive shoulders, spreads me wide with his strong hands so I can’t escape, and buries his whole face in my bush.
My eyes roll back in my head on a breathless whimper. A tingling rush of elation and excitement sweeps up my legs and centers in my clit.
Desperately I reach back for Jae, because he needs to be part of this too. I won’t let him hang back.
Jae dives in with a growl. Our mouths meet in a fangy werewolf kiss that just sucks the soul out of me.
My hands fumble blindly through his sleek braids to find the furry ears poking through his hair. They twitch under my touch (so cute!) and he whines into my kiss.
I’m no telepath, but Jae’s projecting a wordless spray of primal emotions all over the basement. He’s barely holding off his full shift—for my sake.
It’s a paradox, but it’s powerful.
All that monumental effort he’s investing, just so I won’t freak out, makes me feel cherished and protected and safe.
I surface from the dark spice of his kiss and gaze around the party with stars swimming in my eyes. Wow, it’s Orgy City on the dance floor. Draped facedown over the bar, some lucky girl’s getting pounded from behind, while she’s simultaneouslygiving voracious head to someone else (which is a three-way choreography that definitely gets me thinking).
Plus a bunch of that Tiberius crowd, specifically those thugs from our rival college who bully me the worst, they’re all leaving.
Good riddance.
I’m definitely not sorry to see them go.
Besides, no one can even see the key parts of me in this chaotic darkness, with Jae’s arms wrapped around me from behind, his braids streaming over my shoulder, and Draco’s face buried in my bush.
Obviously, we’ll all get detention if our headmistress finds us down here. Maybe suspension at worst—which would be bad enough, coming right before midterms. But the Dean can hardly expelallof us…
Can she?
I should be quietly setting an example for others. Not only because of where I sit on the Dean’s List, but because ofwhatI am.
Wings or no wings.
That’s what my mom always says.
But tonight, no one’s watching. My anonymity sets me free.
Under the play of Draco’s tongue against my clit, all that fire pooling and pulsing in my core shoots up my spine and spreads across my shoulders. My useless wings flutter and spread against my skin like they’re trying to open.
But that’s a dream I gave up years ago—
Then Draco sucks my clit into his mouth like a lollipop. That second orgasm hits me like a freight train. I writhe against the suction of his determined mouth and arch my back in a shrill scream.
“Ohmygosh,Draco!” Tears of pleasure spill down my hot cheeks. Stars swim before my eyes.
Jae pins me brutally in place and sucks a vicious love bite into my neck.
While the deafening roar of my climax recedes, Jae presses his lips to the stinging place he just marked in what feels like an apologetic kiss.
Draco lifts his head, looking sex-drunk and satisfied, and drags his tongue slowly along his glistening lower lip.
“Time to be… honest now…oui?” Rusty with disuse and obvious effort, Jae’s voice rasps in my ear. “Are we your first time, you?”
While I blink away my tears and try to pull my thoroughly scattered wits together enough to answer, the Cajun’s already tortured voice drops an octave. “Are we your first mates?”
My heart beats wildly.
He doesn’t mean mates in the harem sense, I remind myself in a desperate rush. We’ve already established that I’m not a queen (my deficiency in the wings department is the nail in that coffin, even if my kind weren’t in hiding.) So I’m not building a harem.
