Page 17 of Gemini Hunted (Dark Witch Academy #5)

Zara

“You’ve been positively wicked , little queen.” Vasili’s vengeful hiss strokes my skin like dragonscale. “Making me wait to ruin that pretty pussy.”

Indignant as fuck, my mouth pops open. “Well, it’s my pussy, isn’t it? Besides, after that shit you pulled today with Mor—”

“Silence.” His long pale body springs like a striking cobra. He drives me three reeling steps back. The words splinter in my mouth. I’m a cat burglar, not easy to unbalance (or silence). But I have zero chance against a warlock like him.

Not with the mood he’s in.

Still, I recover my balance, stand my ground, pop a hip for attitude, and give it the old college try. “Look, Goblin King—”

“First you make me beg. Then you make me wait . How dare you. Now of all times!” He means, now when we’re trying to get pregnant.

And he’s fucking psychotic about it.

I open my mouth to say so. But he runs right over my conversational opening.

“I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to fuck that naughty, needy, greedy little pussy until you’re a drippy, squishy, filthy mess .

” He crowds into me, my tits crushed against his chest, his rigid cock pressed into my tummy and smearing precum over my skin.

His potent mating scent of caramel and vetiver hits me like a freight train.

That scent—laced with his powerful pheromones—makes my heart pound and my head swim.

Plus there’s a yummy note of birchwood lurking underneath all that sexy that’s new.

Which is… interesting.

His scent’s changing.

Just like mine did when I nixed the BC and got serious about making baby witches.

Breathless with all this excitement, I reach up to grip his sinewy shoulders, lean and corded like a ballet dancer at the Cirque du Soleil, for leverage.

As I stagger back under the weight of his much taller body, my face level with the sleek lickable plane of his chest, I breathe him in deep (mistake) and try to reason with him (also a mistake).

“Okay, V. In my own defense. You were the last warlock in this whole harem I thought would give a single shit about knocking me up—”

“I don’t! Of course I don’t. This isn’t about that!” Viciously, he shoves me backward, herding me toward the bed, and just keeps coming. His jutting dick precedes his relentless advance like a battering ram.

Sweet Jesus.

Sucking Zephyr off has made this snake of mine so hard. Just looking at the long curving length of V’s furious boner makes my mouth water.

I bite my lip and slide a hand down his lean body. He catches my arm neatly and twists it behind my back. My shoulder heats, poised on the edge of pain like a gymnast on the balance beam.

I could still break free (because black belt, I’m one and he isn’t) but I don’t. I let my enraged alpha have his little moment of dominance. My excited pulse throbs, hot and heavy, between my legs.

Of course, being me, I’ve still gotta yank his chain.

Vasili Romanov can bully everyone else in this entire Academy like the sociopathic asshole he is.

But I’m not gonna let him bully me.

Or anyone else in this harem.

“I don’t believe you, bad boy.” Bent backward over his unforgiving arm while he pins my wrist, I trail my free hand down his sinewy torso, cool skin quivering under my touch, and lock onto his basilisk stare. “Here’s your issue. You wanna make me pregnant so bad, you can’t think straight.”

A furious flush of color races across the elegant slant of his cheekbones.

“For fuck’s sake! You know I despise infants!” My dominant alpha tightens his grip and looms over me, venomous with wrath.

“Yeah. So you keep saying.” I snort. “All I’m saying is, that’s a lotta exclamation marks for a guy who doesn’t give a shit.”

That genderfluid dragon he shifts into (who apparently carries eggs that could potentially get fertilized, which is a totally new discovery, who knew?) Anyway. Vasili carrying fertilizable eggs in dragon form is an off-limits topic.

Still, even if we’re not talking about it, he and Max have started fucking while they’re both shifted.

Which is pretty sus, if you ask me.

I shift my hand from V’s slim waist to the taut plane of his cheek, glittering with the icy dust of late-night stubble.

It’s a novel sensation, having him all raspy like that.

He’s been so unsettled tonight, with a horny demon lurking next door and me all pissy right here, that he hasn’t even shaved the way he normally does, persecuting any follicle of hair that dares to sprout anywhere on his body with fanatical zeal.

“If it’s not about me, is this about you—I mean, uh, your dragon getting pregnant?” I say carefully. “Because, like, the witching world needs witches. We’d all be totally into that, I would too, if you and Max wanted—”

“Silence!” Incandescent with fury, he twists my arm like a licorice stick, grips my waist in a ruthless hand, and drives me backward across the carpet. Clearly, he’s not even gonna let me finish.

With a sigh, I let my free hand drop from his intriguingly raspy cheek.

“Still a sore subject then,” I say tartly. “Clearly. But I definitely wanna talk about you and Max at some point.”

“What a pity.” His cold eyes gleam like stars as his body presses into me. “There’s nothing about me and Max that I particularly care to discuss.”

Annoyance sizzles in my chest like heartburn. “Yeah, well, you’re not the only one in this relationship. I don’t want Max hurt.”

“He won’t be.” To shut me up, he gives me a good shove. (Like somehow that’s gonna prove his whole point.)

Under V’s twisting weight, the backs of my knees hit the back of the bed. Then I’m toppling backward onto the mattress, arms and hair flying around me, almost clobbering Lucius—who ducks with a startled snarl, but never stops driving that knot of his into Ronin in a frenzy.

Vasili uncoils and lands on top of me, catching his weight on his arms to pin me beneath him. His eager cock nudges my closed thighs till I squirm.

“Alright, loves?” Ronin stops moaning and writhing long enough to check.

Braced on hands and knees with his muscular ass in the air and his golden skin sheened with sweat while our wild half-shifted headmaster pounds into him from behind, Ronin Pendragon is a thing of beauty and power.

Sweet fuck.

Lucius is wrecking his hole with that knot.

“We should be asking you that.” I turn my head fully to Ronin. That warlock of mine is a wicked telepath and he’s clearly okay—more than okay—with getting dicked and knotted by our prof.

But actual consent is always good to get. And Vasili in particular could use a role model.

“You shitting me? With V and Zeph finally hooking up like that?” Ronin’s face lights up with his savage grin. “I’m right as rain, love.”

With a growl, Lucius fists Ronin’s hair and shoves his face roughly into the pillow.

Yowsa.

Looks like both my alphas in this bed are losing their shit.

Especially when Vasili twists up to sit, pins me to the bed with a brutal hand around my throat, straddles my thighs, then darts a hand under the pillow. He emerges with a knife from his hidden stash.

Despite his punishing grip on my throat, I give a good yell. Damn it, I know where he’s going with this.

“Wait, you snake! Don’t you fucking dare. I like these panties—”

“Too bad.” His knife slashes down. “No more waiting.”

I howl in protest as he slices through my panties and ruins yet another set of my lingerie from Paris. The slashed scrap of tangerine lace falls away.

Which I guess is better than him slitting someone’s throat while he’s this sexed up.

“You asshole,” I grumble. “We barely packed for this boating trip. I’m gonna run outta undies. One more fuck with you and your knives, and I’ll be down to my granny panties.”

“Good.” V’s cruel mouth curls in a grin that exposes the razor-sharp tips of his pretty fangs. “I vastly prefer you naked.”

That heated look in his cold eyes makes me shiver… all over.

Like all my alphas, Vasili’s been worked up since I noped out on my birth control. Me being pissed at him tonight hasn’t helped. He really doesn’t handle any kind of rejection well, at all.

This is the result.

With a single vicious strike, he buries his knife to the hilt in the mattress—gouging a good slash in the poofy silver duvet Neo’s dad probably ordered special for this Alaskan king bed. Somewhere in the room, Neo gives a squeak of dismay.

Undaunted, V spreads my thighs wide under his hands and gazes down at my splayed body with his diamond stare.

I sprawl beneath his weight, wild hair flung across the bed and trapped under me, tits heaving as I work to fill my lungs.

The mattress jolts beneath me under Lucius’ fierce thrusts.

Neo’s interested face appears over Vasili’s shoulder, glasses sliding down his nose, as he gently decants a satisfied-looking Zephyr into our bed.

With a lazy grin, Zephyr reaches for Neo’s hand and tugs him into bed alongside him.

Oh, hell to the yeah.

Every night I manage to get Zephyr into the same bed with any of my alphas is, like, a major victory.

We’re finally making progress knitting this crazy quilt of generally hostile and headstrong individuals into one beautiful polycule.

I mean, you know, slowly .

Without looking away from my sprawled and naked body, Vasili curls his lip to show Zephyr a little fang. Then V nudges my thighs wider, spreads my pussy with his thumbs, and leans in to take a long slow sniff. His pupils blow wide and black with need.

Wow.

My snatch has been soaked ever since V went down on Zephyr and pretty much destroyed the guy with his wicked Goblin King mouth. Now, when I’m so exposed to V’s heated stare, when he’s openly breathing in the scent of my cunt, I’m totally dripping with my own slick.

I swear, he’s got me spreadeagled and pinned to this bed like a butterfly in a display case.

Poised over my pussy like Gollum with the Ring of Power, V is mesmerized. Totally mesmerized. Absolutely silent and still, except for the rhythmic sway we’re all experiencing due to Lucius fucking Ronin into the mattress.