Page 47 of Gemini Hunted (Dark Witch Academy #5)

Zara

“Sweet Jesus,” I whisper. “If I’m dreaming, do not wake me up.”

In fact, his entire body radiates heat like a burning ember. The copper skin stretched over slabs of pectoral muscle and the taut flex of six-pack abs is glistening with sweat.

That’s mating fever. He’s unwell. He needs this.

Just call me Florence fucking Nightingale.

I fist both dicks until the demon groans and writhes between my legs.

“Don’t be greedy, little queen,” V purrs in my ear. “I want some too.”

My snake’s cool fingers slip between my thighs from behind and close over what I’m already thinking of as Mordred’s back-door dick. Because the placement’s gonna be perfect for that, like the genital spur on one of Ruby Dixon’s yummy aliens in Ice Planet Barbarians .

Only bigger.

Mordred grins lazily (but also kinda shyly, which is totally adorable) at me and at V, who’s peering over my shoulder. “No fighting, you two, for real. I got me enough baloney pony for both you cowboys to ride.”

I bite my lower lip around a grin.

“Well, darling,” V whispers in my ear, “are you ready to saddle up?”

Yee haw, my dragon queen purrs. Apparently, she’s highly into the concept of kraken sex. And God knows, I am here for it.

Our shared enthusiasm startles a fizz of laughter from Vasili and his dragon through our mating bond. Aside from his trademark evil snicker, V rarely laughs.

When he does and it’s real, it means he’s happy.

Oh, hell to the yeah.

This sex demon with his hidden insecurities and double dicks might literally be the best thing that’s happened to all of us since we flew back from Avalon and landed in the fucking shitstorm of this Dean’s Challenge.

Literally. The best thing.

We’re adding this guy to the harem.

I mean, assuming he wants that, and assuming the others (especially Zephyr) all agree.

My mind’s made up to try, and it’s not the double pleasure lurking in Mordred’s Aquaman pants that did it.

It’s the look in his eyes when I kissed him.

The same look I’m seeing now.

Under all that John Wayne swagger and saucy banter, this tattooed, hot-as-hellfire sex demon is just a guy trying to find a place he can call home. A home and maybe a family that loves him. A family he can finally love back.

These are all things we can give him.

Our polycule has an agreement that we can add to my harem, it’s a queen thing, and it’s healthy for the witching world. Still, I feel like I can’t make any promises, not without the others consulted and fully on board.

Especially Zephyr.

But there’s definitely one thing I can give that kraken right now.

I relinquish Mordred’s back-door dick to V’s tender mercies and wrap both my hands around the kraken’s dominant joystick. Burning with need and fever, his shaft fills my palms to overflowing, like my fingers can barely close around his girth. His fat cockhead is flushed violet with craving.

When I rub my thumb over his slit, precum spurts against my skin.

“Hells, baby queen. Just like that.” Breath rough and uneven, Mordred engulfs my thighs in his big hands to steady both of us as I work him over.

Between my legs, under my uniform skirt, I’m fucking drenched. He’s huge, but my titanium pussy can take him.

I try to clear my head and think. “Uh, so, incubus. Are you the kind that practices safe sex? Because the guys and me, we’re exclusive, so we don’t—”

“I’m half Unseelie. I don’t catch mortal diseases or carry ’em.” The demon’s clever eyes drift over my tits to the weeping pussy that’s barely covered by my skirt. “And you’re already knocked up, true?”

“Uh, that’s a maybe. We gotta take the test to know.” I study him, all sexed up and ready to rumble. Most guys’ll say anything to get in my pants at this point, especially with me having extra and totally involuntary “powers of attraction” since I claimed the Unseelie Queen’s crown.

But hasn’t Mordred already proven we can trust him?

“Soooo…” I decide to make the implicit explicit. “What you’re saying is, no condom required?”

“We’d all better be quite certain,” V observes, sharp fangs nuzzling into my neck in a way that makes me shiver. “You’re very fertile.”

“Kinda a long shot that I’m fertile. A lotta krakens ain’t. Endangered species for that exact reason, true?” By now, Mordred’s blatantly undressing me with his eyes. “But my boy would be into your dragon—both your dragons. My kraken, he’s pan too.”

My nipples are still swollen and tingling from V’s cruel attentions. Having Mordred watch me with that smoldery look in his swarthy face makes my dragon purr and my body hum.

When my snake nudges me forward from behind, my skirt flips up to expose my bare ass.

“My, my.” V’s attention veers abruptly from Mordred’s two dicks to my own back door. The reason I know is because V nips the curve of my ass in a way that makes me yelp. Then he drags his snaky tongue up my crack, from my perineum to my tingling pucker, in a long slow tease.

My eyes drift closed, my cunt clenches, and an aching moan slips out.

If my hole could blush, it definitely would.

“Suddenly,” the Goblin King purrs into my rosebud of sensitive, nerve-packed skin, “we have an absolute smorgasbord of options. I do believe I’d like to see our demon double-dicking you, darling. Since I’m not diphallic myself.”

Through the sex-drenched haze that’s hijacked my brain, I need a sec to work out what he’s saying.

“You’re gonna break Mordred’s fever with your alpha shifter spunk,” I say finally, for all of us. “While he simultaneously fills both my holes and fucks me.”

“Oh, fucking hells.” Mordred’s hands tighten on my thighs. His hungry face ignites with need. “I’m so down.”

“Sounds like that’s good then, Goblin King. That’s real good.” I glance over my shoulder at V. “So, uh, while you’re back there…”

“I’ll get you ready to ride, cowgirl. Never fear.” My dominant alpha is more than the Goblin King. He’s also the rim job king. His tongue circles and teases and pokes my quivering pucker and generally works me open with a thoroughness that makes me come apart.

Under V’s teasing tongue, my rosebud softens and my bones dissolve in a way that has me writhing against the swollen length of Mordred’s front dick.

The slick folds of my cunt engulf the kraken’s pulsing shaft.

I rock my hips and frot along Mordred’s length, audible moisture sucking with every stroke.

Every time the kraken’s cockhead nudges my clit, fireworks pulse in my core and my pussy ripples.

With a growled curse, Mordred unzips my skirt, pulls it over my head, and tosses it aside. That way, he gets an unimpeded view of my naked thighs bracketed in his possessive grip. Of my plump pink love petals, flushed and glistening with hunger, sliding along the stem of his ruddy cock.

All without interrupting what V’s doing to me back there.

“She’s ready for you, demon,” V finally hisses against my thoroughly soaked back door. His saliva drizzles down the backs of my thighs. “And so am I.”

When V pulls away, I whine with disappointment. But the buzz of his zipper placates me. My snake is stripping down behind me, which is never a bad thing.

Mordred’s hands coast up my inner thighs so he can spread me open like a peach.

My engorged clit pulses under his stare.

He arches his back in a way that makes the vee of his Adonis belt flex.

He’s trying to shift our angle so his cock can get inside me.

I angle my hips too, simultaneously teasing him and craving more clitoral stim.

Because he’ll get off harder if I make him work for it.

And me?

Just color me desperate to get off.

Period.

The crinkle and tear of foil from V’s vicinity makes my dragon chirp and the kraken snarl in recognition—a raw, hungry sound of pure animal need.

Leave it to Vasili to bring lube to our class finals.

Restless and edgy, Mordred shifts under me, trying simultaneously to fuck me and get his knees up so V can fully access the kraken’s love canal.

By this point, things are moving really fast.

As I squirm against Mordred’s thick dick, I try to clear my head long enough to check on the rest of our Scooby gang.

A wild glance across the cavern tells me they’ve got the werewolf down from that awful cross.

They’re interring the dead king in one of these big sarcophagi lining the walls, in some way I’m trusting Lucius to make sure is sufficient to keep the werewolf king from rising .

I’ve got zero doubt my guys over there on interment duty—Neo, Lucius, and Zephyr—know exactly what we’re doing over here in the dark.

But as long as we’re quiet, Mallory and her guys can pretend not to know.

Anyway, those three (Mal and her warlocks) literally hooked up the first time during an orgy in their domus basement last semester. An orgy I instigated by accident with my first-ever mating heat. So it’s not like anyone in this catacomb is gonna join the prude patrol at this late hour.

I just don’t wanna disrespect Jae’s grieving process.

Satisfied that we’ve got the basic level of privacy required to check the decency box, I turn back to Mordred and bend forward to lick my way up the demon’s sculpted chest. Under waves of burning heat, his skin tastes salty like the sea, laced with that hint of spiced rum and burnt taffy.

I tongue his nipple and nuzzle him with my shifty incisors to make him gasp. Not all guys like that, because even vestigial nipples can be sensitive. But I’m really glad this guy does.

“Hells, Zara,” he grunts, chest heaving. “Have a little mercy. Either fuck me or kill me.”

I’m nothing if not a merciful queen. So, finally, I give in.

I wiggle my greedy pussy over the broad head of his cock. Slowly, because he’s a lot to take in, I sink down his shaft, inch by throbbing inch, cunt stretching and pulsing around his thickness. I sink down and down, head tipped back and moaning with effort, till his crown bumps my cervix.