Page 16 of Gemini Hunted (Dark Witch Academy #5)

Under Neo’s fascinated gaze, she’s holding my cock for Vasili to suck.

Neo gasps and leans closer to watch. I vow, the poor boy’s glasses are steaming.

Goddess save me.

This witch and her warlocks will be my absolute ruin.

Vasili closes a slender hand over hers. Fuck the moon, now they’re both kneading me.

His silken mouth bobs along my straining length like he knows his business.

Well, he’s certainly watched closely enough while Zara and Ash and Ronin get me off.

He knows how I like it. Hard and fast and ruthless the first time, then languid and lingering as the night lengthens.

How I wish I could fuck him. I’d risk my own crown for that rare pleasure. But he guards that precious hole of his like a sacred talisman.

As matters now stand, I cannot fuck him.

Failing that, I wish I could trust him.

But I am no such fool.

He has my vulnerable cock fully seated in his fanged mouth. If I press him before he’s ready, Vasili Romanov is eminently capable of following through on his threat of castration.

“Mmmm, that’s so nice,” Zara encourages both of us. “Look what the two of you are doing to Neo… and Ronin.”

In the senator’s big bed, Lucius and Ronin are fucking.

The headmaster has a fist wrapped in Ronin’s long hair and Ronin’s face shoved brutally into a pillow.

But Ronin has twisted so he can still watch, amber eyes gone glassy and pupils blown wide with pleasure.

As Lucius pounds into him from behind, powerful body flexing, chestnut curls flying around his shoulders, the wolf shifter bares his fangs at me in a savage grin.

As for Neo, he’s hovering so close that he’s practically pressed his nose to my thigh.

Now he glances up at me for permission, which I grant with a lordly nod, then lays a timid hand on my hip.

He’s holding me steady, like Zara herself.

But his other hand hovers near his own prodigious length.

Through his steamy glasses, his beseeching stare lifts again to mine.

He’s aching to touch himself. But he’s waiting for permission.

“You’re a very good boy, sweeting,” I tell him, my own voice slurred with pleasure. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

His throat moves as he swallows. A blush washes over his strong cheekbones to warm his fair skin.

“Go on, baby,” Zara encourages him, voice soft with love. “You’re allowed.”

She’s still holding my dick for Vasili to suckle, but she ruffles Neo’s magenta curls with a gentle hand. She’s his alpha as well as his queen, so that’s all the consent he requires.

In an agony of blushes, Neo bows his head and presses his brow to my thigh. But his hand sneaks down to palm his own thick shaft.

“My, my,” Vasili backs off my cock to murmur. “Someone has big eyes for our First Boy. But I’m his alpha too, Your Radiance. You should also be asking my permission—”

“ You are otherwise occupied.” Heartless, I clench my fists in Vasili’s gilded hair to pin him in place and thrust into his wicked mouth until my cock bumps the back of his throat. “No more sulking and mouthing off. Show me how much of my cock you can take. King to king.”

No doubt, this is a calculated risk.

But this infuriating warlock has been teasing me with nibbles at the apple all night, and I’m mindless with hunger for a proper bite.

The air is swimming with the citrus sweetness of Zara’s mating scent and the dark musk of Vasili’s—both Mogadon, exuding pheromones that are genetically designed for seduction. The gamy scent of wolf, wafting from the aroused shifter, delivers an added kick.

With all these biochemicals swirling through the room, ’tis no wonder we’re all drunk.

Yet surely, there’s something more in the air tonight than the familiar scents of my bride and her harem.

The very air we breathe is thick, a plush fabric of primal sex that strokes my skin like a tangible brush of velvet.

At the same time, Ash’s absence chafes me like an ill-fitting boot.

Even the dragon, Maxim, has surely been away too long.

Then the snake stops teasing my perineum to circle my pucker with an insinuating finger. My half-formed worries eddy through my brain and swirl into ether.

For the first time in many hours, I’m no longer chilled to the bone.

I’m burning up.

Consumed and devoured by a raging inferno of need.

Maddened with craving, I rip off the eyepatch that’s cutting into my brow and cast the detestable thing wildly aside. Then I thrust deep into the divine suck of my enemy’s delectable mouth.

“Mine,” I snarl, pumping into Vasili in a frenzy, as though I’m nothing more than the frothing, feral, half-wild beast he believes me to be. “Your wicked, naughty tease of a mouth. You can guard your precious hole like the Crown Jewels. This mouth of yours is mine .”

His pale eyes flash with spiteful malice. I imagine he’d like to hiss at me like a rattlesnake.

But his mouth is full.

His eyes narrow in vengeful promise of the unpleasantries that are certain to come. But his throat tightens and ripples around my shaft as he swallows me down, then eases off and does it again. His throat kneads every inch of my throbbing length like a fist.

Even as his finger rims my defenseless hole.

Oh, my Goddess. I can no longer refrain.

My back arches, my hips flex, my balls clench. With a savage shout that rips loose from deep in my chest, I erupt and unload endless months of hostility and aggression and enmity down my rival’s accommodating throat.

My entire world goes red with an obliterating pleasure that roars and pulses and jets through my veins like lava.

Dimly, I feel the hot spurt of another man’s spend spattering my thigh. Not Vasili, because the warlock is far too self-contained for that. Denying me the pleasure of his climax is Vasili’s way of maintaining what he imagines to be his dominance in this harem.

No. The warlock spilling his lavish seed down my legs with a whine of relief is the sweet one.

Neo.

Eye still closed, I fumble blindly to find the boy’s muscled shoulder, then give him a clumsy squeeze to convey my praise. He moans and rubs his cheek against my knuckles.

An eternity later, my spent and twitching dick slips from Vasili’s mouth. The snake swallows down the last of my seed, then releases me with a lazy lick that wrings out of me a rather pathetic whimper.

My whimper gives rise to his satisfied chuckle. My dazed eye struggles to focus. Vasili licks a final creamy droplet of my seed from the corner of his mouth with a hum.

Well, let the prideful creature preen. I am well past caring.

My knees are buckling.

My body is swaying.

Zara’s strength alone holds me on my feet.

“Mmmmm, that’s my snake. You’ve been so nice to him, Vasili. Look what you’ve done to him.” My bride nuzzles the back of my drooping neck, then lets me sag gently into Neo’s waiting arms.

The boy accepts the burden of my boneless weight with a shy smile, then settles back comfortably to his haunches with me cradled to his chest. I throw an affectionate arm around his neck. Both of us are messy with his release, but I’m of no mind to complain.

My bride gives the cum-spattered tableau of Neo and me, wrapped clumsily in each other’s arms, an approving grin.

Next, she spares an assessing glance at a groaning Ronin, who is fisting the sheets and biting the pillow as the wolf works the ruddy bulge of his knot ruthlessly into Ronin’s tight hole.

For the moment, very clearly, those two mates on the bed are consumed by each other.

Zara sighs with contentment, then cocks her sexy hip. She gifts Vasili, poised alertly on his knees on the senator’s expensive carpet, with her sultry smile. “Looks like it’s my turn to be nice to you. Come and get me, bad boy.”

“Oh, wow,” Neo whispers. “This is gonna be good.”

I lift my sagging head from Neo’s accommodating shoulder just in time to see the snake pounce.