Page 48 of Gemini Hunted (Dark Witch Academy #5)

Still swimming in the sea of my own mating heat, I can practically feel my uterus opening like a flower to welcome a nice fresh cum shower from the neighborhood kraken to seed my fertile womb.

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” Mordred groans from the heart.

His cock pulses against my slick walls like a heartbeat. Inside the shell of my skin, my inner dragon spreads her wings in a scream of triumph.

Cheese on toast. She’s claiming another king.

“Ssshhh,” I whisper to everyone. “We gotta be quiet.”

Even though I’m feeling pretty shivery and like I wanna give a good yell myself.

“Mmph,” Mordred says into the palm I’ve pressed over his noisy mouth.

Still encased in the kraken’s sealskin pouch, the Horn of Ceres juts into my hip like another dick. I swear the thing radiates its own heat. By now, every sensation in my body seems uber-heightened.

Mordred’s feverish heat searing down my front.

The desperate clench of my cunt rippling around his cock.

The cool slick of lube drizzling over my pucker.

The deft glide of V’s finger dipping inside to prep me.

Then the hard hot press of dick—Mordred’s extra—knocking on my back door. My lubed-up channel tightens in resistance, but V’s cool hands work all that girth past the constriction. Mordred’s back-door dick slips through the tight ring of my sphincter with a pop that triggers a giddy endorphin rush.

Given the potent pheromone cocktail of V’s Mogadon mating scent mingled with mine that we’ve all been quaffing since we started, that extra kick of adrenaline almost takes the top of my head off.

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

The surge of demon dick… both dicks… fills me sooooo full. Especially when those two dicks start pumping me in unison.

“Sweet… fucking… hell ,” I gasp, hand falling away from his mouth. “Mordred.”

“All yours, baby queen.” His eyes burn into mine like purple coals. “Yours and his.”

“Hmmm. Duly noted.” V’s slim hands knead my ass as I ride Mordred’s pony. Vasili is clearly enjoying the rear view of my double reaming, his own arousal coiling and twisting through our mating bond like a den of vipers.

Heat or no heat, Horn or no Horn, this perfectly choreographed double fuck feels so good my eyes cross.

So good I can’t see straight.

So good I can barely talk.

So good I can barely even think.

God knows, in our polycule, I’m used to multiple dicks. But not from the same guy.

Thankfully, this demon knows how to follow a beat.

Mordred doesn’t falter. He gives me exactly what I need, hands pulling me forward into his chest, my ass in the air, rocking me into his pistoning cocks in a relentless rhythm that grazes the engorged nub of my clit on every thrust. He doesn’t even falter when V uses the rest of that lube on his own pretty cock, presses Mordred’s knees right up against my ass, and gets the kraken’s back door ready for a visit from the Goblin King.

This kinda care from both of us is exactly what Mordred needs.

Under our combined attentions, that sex demon falls apart.

He’s a sweating, swearing, moaning, thrusting, writhing hot mess of a man.

That beefcake body of his flexing and bunching and thrusting like a piledriver between my legs.

Our dominant alpha lurking behind me as he pins Mordred’s knees against my ass and methodically and ruthlessly fucks Mordred into a sex coma.

Multiple orgasms stutter through us like seismic tremors.

The first big O wrenched out of Mordred by the strangling clutch of my ass around his rear cock.

His second one moments later, when his monster dick spurts and floods my cunt with oceans of kraken seed.

Running through the whole show like an undertow is V’s relentless reaming of the kraken from behind…

Let’s just say: we get the job done.

Really thoroughly.

I break into a million pieces in a climax that spins through me like a tornado, with my teeth locked around Mordred’s beefy shoulder, moaning into the wedge of his trapezius muscle, the teal cloud of my hair swirling around us and purple sparks crackling from my fingers.

V dissolves into his own gasping climax and droops over my back like a swooning Victorian, wrapping Mordred and me both in his arms, purring with satisfaction and nuzzling breathless goblin kisses into the side of my neck.

Mordred breaks his mating fever shuddering and groaning my name, buried deep in my body, rooted deeper in my soul.

With his shoulder sporting the bloody half-moon crescent of a fresh mating bite.

My bite.

The bite I never meant to give him.

We’re keeping him, okay? I whisper sheepishly through our mating bond to V and all my guys, eyes closed and head cradled on the kraken’s heaving chest. I guess V had the right idea, biting him in the first place. Sorry I made such a fuss.

Under my cheek, the kraken’s finally cool to the touch.

Thank fuck.

Across the catacomb, I vaguely realize, Jae’s chanting what sounds like a prayer in Cajun French over the sealed vault that holds the werewolf king, while the others attend in respectful silence. Under that singsong murmur, Lucius’ careful reply whispers through our bond.

Zara, my dear, concerning the kraken… we’ll have to see. Let’s revisit the matter after we complete the Dean’s Challenge.

I heave a sigh but don’t press it. Because I know my headmaster is right.

Hidden in the shadows except for a glitter of emerald dragonscale and the gleam of a cold jade eye, Zephyr is watching.

And brooding.

As I struggle to pull my spinning head together and fumble around to find my discarded clothes in the dark, I do my best to convince myself that silent scrutiny from the Dark Fae King is anything but ominous.