Page 18 of Gemini Hunted (Dark Witch Academy #5)

Zephyr crawls up for a better view and sits, propped against the headboard, like the Unseelie King he is, then gathers Neo possessively against his side.

That feral Dark Fae face looks naked without his eyepatch, the empty socket soft and defenseless under his scarred eyelid, tousled green hair scattered over his knotted shoulders.

His single keen eye darts between Ronin and me—both his mates—in this bed.

Both of us getting fucked by other guys.

Still relaxed and sated from his own recent O, with a contented Neo snuggled into his side and our bookworm’s trusting head resting on Zephyr’s shoulder, my royal Unseelie mate is tolerating the sitch going down in this bed better than I feared.

So far.

Staring down at my splayed and dripping pussy, Vasili’s throat ripples in a hard swallow.

I lick my lips and say huskily, “What happens next, bad boy?”

V’s eyes flash up to meet mine and narrow. “Am I… forgiven? For all my nasty little sins?”

For a sec, it’s a literal struggle to remember what sins I’m even supposed to be forgiving him for.

Then in a rush, I recall him summoning and then biting the sex demon in our guest room.

A demon who just so happens to be Zephyr’s mortal enemy.

An enemy whose proximity Zephyr still doesn’t even know about.

(Yeah, I know. But it still seems like an awkward moment to tell him.)

Right now, I’m focused on Vasili.

My snake is a complicated creature.

Sure, he should’ve talked it through with us before he bit, like I said. But nursing a grudge and withholding sex from him?

Just not my style.

Anyway, that shit would only make him worse.

I suck in a breath that makes my boobs rise, which draws his stare like a magnet. Low and throaty with need, I say, “Let’s talk about it while we’re fucking.”

Despite the intensity of the moment, V breaks into a riff of surprised laughter. He doesn’t laugh often, so that makes me smile too. I’m still smiling when he purrs, “I do love the way you think.”

I wonder if that’s his Goblin King way of saying he loves me.

With a hum, he fits the engorged head of his pretty cock against my slick hole. Pulse hammering in my ears and throbbing in my cunt, I bend my knees and tilt my hips in welcome.

His narrow hips flex and he surges inside, well lubed by my own abundant cream. My aching core clenches and ripples around all that length and more-than-welcome hardness. His head falls back and his spine arches. His lips part to reveal the sharp incisors he normally wants to hide.

With a long breathy “Aaaahhh!” he fills me up, inch by inch, till he nudges my cervix.

I’m so fucking fertile I can feel myself unfurl like a flower, sucking the first droplets of his jizz deep into my womb.

I draw up my knees till they graze my biceps, wrap my feet around his thrusting hips, and angle my pelvis to let him press deeper. He snarls and falls forward on his elbows, locks his mouth against Lucius’ mating scars on my throat, and fucks into me like he’s punishing both of us with pleasure.

The first pulse of climax catches me by surprise and clenches my pussy around his cock. The sensation is so intense my eyes practically cross. By now, my alpha is buried so deep inside me, I swear I can taste him in the back of my throat.

“Cheese on toast,” I say on a long moan. “Fuck, V, you’re so hard.”

“And you’re so wet for me, darling.” Vasili withdraws till I whimper, the bastard, then slides back into me with the sinuous undulation of a sidewinder writhing across the sand. “You’re so tight and needy for my alpha cock inside you tonight, aren’t you?”

My words are gone. By now, given the way he’s fucking me, all I can do is moan.

“Hmmmm.” He hums with satisfaction and presses his deadly mouth to my ear so I can feel the prick of his fangs. “I do believe I’m going to destroy you.”

I’d be more concerned by that threat if he wasn’t literally shaking with the force of his own need. He yearns to seed my uterus with his own baby witch or warlock so bad, I fucking know it.

No matter what he says.

He grips behind my knees to deepen the angle and spread me wider, lining up his cock with my cervix like a pilot landing a 747. Then he throttles for my runway and pistons into me, pace quickening, voicing a hiss on every downstroke.

Experiencing the force of manhood that’s him in a mating rut still blows my mind.

Every. Goddamn. Time.

I mean, this is a guy who never even thought he liked girls till he met me.

He literally identified as gay.

Even now, he’s barely bi.

We’ve all figured out I’m the only girl who’s ever gonna do it for him. Even if he won’t admit how psychotically obsessed he is to be the one who knocks me up.

“You do realize, of course, I can hear you,” he mutters into my boob, mouthing the twin mating scars he left just over my nipple. “Psychotic, am I?”

Delicious little shocks of pleasure ripple through me, knifing straight from my tit to my clit.

“Yeah, I know, Goblin King. And you’re not denying a word of it. Are you?” I dig my heels into his flexing ass, bury one hand in his tousled shag of hair, and stretch the other to catch Ronin’s outflung hand.

As Lucius snarls and pistons into his mate, my fingers lace with Ronin’s hot Leo grip.

Lucius’ reddish gaze fixes on V—his co-alpha—reaming the queen they share. His wolf voices a growl of approval. Then Lucius bends over Ronin’s back, wraps an arm around Ronin’s waist and a hand around Ronin’s straining dick, and starts pumping.

“Oh, fuck me,” Ronin groans. “Fuck. Lucius . Keep that up and I’ll—make a bloody mess—all over the senator’s bed.”

“That’s the general idea, my dear one,” Lucius says, gruff with tenderness, in his guttural wolf voice. “I live to make you messy.”

“Sign me up for that too,” I gasp and tighten my grip on Ronin, just to add my two cents. I love those two guys together.

Then I gasp again, because V latches onto my nipple in a hard sucking pull, tugging and twisting my nipple ring just the way I love it. Simultaneously, his hand burrows between us to tease the mating scars next to my pussy. Those scars are from his newest bite, and they’re extra sensitive.

I’m already tingling like I stuck a fork in a socket, and hoping like hell I don’t accidentally summon lightning, when he starts teasing my swollen clit.

He wants my full attention.

Like I need to be concentrating on just him so he can win the fertility race of little spermatozoon swimmers going down in my uterus.

Obligingly, I scrape my nails down the graceful sweep of V’s spine and burrow a finger between the perky swells of his ass. I’m kinda jealous of all the ass play my guys get, for real. I myself would enjoy having a cock for one night so I could ream them for once.

Hmmm, now that would be entertaining. V’s thoughts twine around mine as his clever finger circles my clit. But I’d still be your dominant alpha.

Maybe , I parry, just to tease him, even while I rock my clit into his touch. You let Max fuck you. Bet you’d let me do it too, wouldn’t you?

I barely let Max… oh, wicked hell… Zara…

Grazing the tight rim of V’s pucker with my index finger makes him speechless. He shivers and moans and his arms break out in goosebumps. All of which just spurs him to fuck into me harder and faster and deeper.

He’s losing his heartless Goblin King mind inside me and I fucking love it.

In fact, I love it so much I’m gonna come.

Again.

This time, I’m not doing that shit alone. I probe Vasili’s puckered hole, while he shudders and whimpers behind his teeth. Moaning, he mouths his way up my sweating neck. When I wiggle my finger past the tight ring of muscle and penetrate him barely an inch, he loses it.

His ass squeezes my finger like a vise. His cock swells and spasms, then spurts hot jets of warlock jizz against the rippling walls of my pussy. I can practically visualize, against my currently closed eyelids, the milky kick of his seed shooting into my uterus.

My bent knees dig into my shoulders, my hips strain and pump into him, and my head falls back in a primal scream of triumph.

The bedside lamp flickers under the force of my witchcraft, but the bulb doesn’t burst.

Jesus, he’s still coming.

He’s still fucking coming , he’s drenching my inner walls and filling every nook and crevice of my uterus with ribbons of potent goblin spunk.

That’s when he sinks his vicious fangs into the side of my neck.

I wail from the heart, in a vibrato of mingled protest and intense pleasure. His deep groan of satisfaction is muffled in my flesh.

While I swear at V like a breathless sailor, Ronin clutches my hand and bellows his own climax to the rafters and basically makes a cum-splattered mess out of the senatorial splendor of Neo’s dad’s bed.

Lucius barely manages to stay bipedal while he fucks himself into a howling shuddering frenzy of a finish deep in Ronin’s receptive ass.

Those two are knotted together, so they topple sideways in unison and spoon into each other (with Lucius’s hairy body functioning as the big spoon), falling across Zephyr’s unresisting legs.

The Dark Fae King strokes Ronin’s tangled hair tenderly out of his glassy eyes, then holds out a tentative hand to Lucius. Our headmaster rubs his whiskered jaw roughly into Zephyr’s palm.

Aaawwww . Lucius is scenting him.

That sign of Lucius’ acceptance makes Zephyr’s wary face soften into a slight but definite smile.

Still half-hard inside me and pumping his hips lazily into mine, Vasili hums with contentment and laps at my bite to stop the thin double drip of bleeding with the biochemicals in his shifty saliva. I submit to this familiar tending with a sigh of resignation.

He’s supposed to ask before he bites. But by now, we’ve pretty much established that he never does what he’s supposed to.

Literally. Never.

“Pot, kettle.” Following my disgruntled thoughts through our mating bond without effort, my snake chuckles like the Devil against my skin.

Yeah, he’s maybe got a point about that. V and I are well matched for a whole lotta reasons.

Neo roots around the headboard for the thickest, softest pillow he can find, then nudges it gently under my head.

“Such a good boy,” Zephyr praises him warmly. My Fae’s definitely got a thing for our bookworm, and I am here for it.

“Hey,” Neo grumbles good-naturedly, snuggling back into his place against Zephyr’s side. “I’m not actually a boy. I’m older than Ronin. I’m twenty-one, and he’s only nineteen.”

“Ronin was a man at fifteen. You’ll still be a boy at fifty.” Zephyr’s sleepy voice goes silky. “There’s no shame in it, sweeting. I intend to take exceeding good care of you. You’ll always be my special boy.”

Whoa.

Zephyr truly is finding his place in our polycule. The incredible sweetness of this moment seeps through me like a sugar rush.

Of course, being us, that moment of peaceful sweetness doesn’t last.

It ends at the exact moment the sliding glass door to the balcony whizzes open to admit a gust of windblown rain. Immediately followed by a naked and violently disturbed dragon shifter.

Soaked to the skin and growling like a bear, Maxim gives his head a ferocious shake to fling dripping ribbons of drenched blond hair out of his flaming eyes. Rainwater flies in all directions.

“I smell a strange male!” my newly arrived alpha announces with a roar. “Who threatens my mates!”

“Oh, dear fuck.” Vasili gives my latest bite a final lick, slides lazily out of my drenched and sated pussy, and rolls onto his back. “Don’t burst a blood vessel, darling. Or a testicle, with all that testosterone you’re pumping out. Truly, I can explain.”

That seems highly doubtful.

Ever since we agreed to let that demon bunk down next door, I’ve known Maxim—the most fiercely territorial and violent of all my alphas—is gonna be hard to handle.

I grimace and struggle onto my elbows, limbs limp and heavy as overcooked spaghetti. A trickle of V’s cum spills out of me, which makes Vasili tut with real annoyance.

Sweet Jesus. I’m so saturated with warlock spunk I practically squish.

Before I can muster the brainpower inside my sluggish noggin to settle Max down and form actual words to defuse this looming crisis, the door to the adjacent guest room flies open.

Oh, groovy.

“Yo.” That deep demonish rumble rolls from Mordred, whose brawny and still-shirtless frame now fills the doorway. “Guess that’s me you’re smelling, homeboy. My deodorant musta washed off while I was rocking my kraken and getting your chick her trophy Horn, you feel me? My bad.”

With a shocked exclamation that explodes from the depths of the duvet, Zephyr shakes off the multiple warlocks lying across his legs and shoots to his feet.

“You!” Maxim roars at the newly arrived Mordred, definitely using his outdoor voice.

My alpha dragon shifter charges across the bedroom to hurl himself between us—all his mates, but especially the two (counting V when he’s shifted) that Max is trying to get pregnant—and this new danger.

“Yup. That’d be me.” Unfazed by all this commotion he’s clearly causing, Mordred props a hip comfortably against the door jamb, winds a long ribbon of midnight-blue hair around his finger, and grins at us till his dimples pop.

“By the moon,” Zephyr hisses, naked and literally trembling with fury. “What is this vile treachery?”

“Hiya, cuz. We can all fight this thing out if that’s what you want, true?” the demon drawls in that voice like maple syrup drizzled over hotcakes. “But wouldn’t you rather we all fuck it out instead?”