Page 23 of Virgo Queen
I give him an upward look. This new position rewards me with the jaw-dropping full frontal of Draco Mars, cut and chiseled, all tight waist and bulging biceps and massiveshoulders, with the oil-drum firelight blazing behind him. Jutting between his meaty thighs, his thick dick is straining, flushed ruddy, with fluid gathering at the tip and a big vein throbbing along the underside. I suddenly wonder how he’d taste if I licked him there.
Maybe it’s time to find out?
“Sure I do,” I say hoarsely, staring wide-eyed at this mouthwatering temptation. Should I just lick it like an ice cream cone? Or wrap my mouth around it like a popsicle?
Draco plants his hands on his hips and scowls down at me. He looks skeptical, but his eyes are blazing with cobalt heat.
At a guess? He likes seeing me on my knees for him.
“I know what I’m doing,” I say as assertively as possible. “I’m First Girl on the Dean’s List, remember?”
“This isn’t something—you learn—in a textbook,” Jae says hoarsely through his fangs. His hot breath puffs against my spine. Clearly his vocal cords are shifting, he can barely form words, but he’s making his best effort.
A nervous giggle hiccups out of me. “Clearly you don’t know what I’ve been reading.”
Draco’s hands clench hard over mine.
“Last warning,hjartfólgin,”the Icelander says in a subterranean growl. “We’re not playing here, true? There’s no coming back from this. If you don’t stop this shit now, Jean-Emilien and me, we’ll mark you and claim you and make you ours. We’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling us for a week. After we stake our claim, no other warlock in this Academy’s ever gonna have a chance with you.”
My head’s spinning so fast I can’t think straight. He can’t really mean what it sounds like, that they’re asserting some sort of claim on me that lasts longer than tonight.
That has to be his dick talking.
Right?
For like the hundredth time, I caution myself to be careful. I can’t let myself fall for these two.
But Dracoisoffering to fuck me. That much seems pretty clear.
And since that’s exactly what I want too…
I clear my throat, suck in my breath, and chirp, “Good.”
Then, for good measure, I spread my knees and angle my hips so Jae can get a good sniff.
I want this. Ireallywant this—with both of them. I need them to know that beyond any doubt.
Holy cow, I’m totally exposed back there. Burning bush and all.
After tonight, I’ll probably never be able to look either of these guys in the face again.
But, oh my gosh, I’m soaked. I’m still so needy. I’m all worked up from Draco’s mouth on my clit and Jae’s claws and fingers working my nipples. For some reason that doesn’t even make logical sense, exposing myself like this to both of them (not to mention anyone else who might be watching) is just making me hotter.
If these two guys don’t finish what they started, I’m honestly afraid I’m going to cry.
As I arch my back and spread my thighs to give him a good look, Jae’s yellow eyes narrow on my exposed snatch. His pupils dilate and his nostrils flare. His naked chest, hard and gleaming with sweat, swells as he breathes me in deep.
Then, with a snarl, the werewolf pounces.
Chapter Eight
Jean-Emilien
My wolf, he is rising.
He is surging from the cellar, buried deep in my soul, where I keep my dark side chained and dungeoned.
My wicked beast is lunging for that fiery lick of curls, dripping with sex and taunting us, between Mallory’s virginal thighs. My taloned hands engulf the pale rounds of herderrièreand drag her toward me.
