Page 61 of Gemini Hunted (Dark Witch Academy #5)

“Oh, right. But let’s not forget the biggie.

” Zara’s third finger shoots up. “The sooner we start saving the witching world, the better. That shit can’t wait, like, at all .

The witching population literally gets smaller every day.

Every witch and warlock who dies needs to be replaced just to stop the decline.

But what we really need to do is reverse it. ”

Now her queen voice becomes her sex voice and drops two octaves. “By fucking. All of us. Now that I’m really queen.”

My precious one’s sex voice squeezes my dick like a hand. All the blood in my body gathers in my shaft. Every guy in our polycule shifts and discreetly adjusts his fly.

“Sign me the fuck up for that, love,” Ronin says huskily. “Sign us all up.”

“Should we go back to the domus then?” I ask hopefully, with visions of Zara’s big medieval bed dancing in my head.

Zara turns thoughtfully to eye the WNN news cam overlooking the scene from its selfie stick. Slowly she says, in her breathy Marilyn Monroe voice, “No, baby. I think we’ll do it here.”

Instantly the temperature in this room spikes at least ten degrees hotter.

Ash stops rubbing my back and sucks in an audible breath.

Zephyr stops prowling the confines of the room and pivots sharply to face Zara, swords bristling over his shoulders, face intense behind his eyepatch.

Lucius’ brow furrows and, even though we don’t share a mating bond since he hasn’t bitten me (yet), I know he’s worried about his professorial dignity.

But only until Zara locks onto our headmaster’s pensive face. Then her lush lips curl in a grin that’s pure mischief. “You up for that, Teach?”

“I…” Lucius clears his throat and glances uncomfortably at Mr. Romanov, who happens to be a trustee on the school board.

“They can’t fire you,” I point out to Lucius helpfully. “You’re about to be crowned king. We’ll all have honorary seats on the school board. We’d outvote the opposition if they tried.”

Lucius’ fierce gaze shifts to Zara and turns wolfish. He’s just so intensely aware of her right now, the way we all are. All her mates. Her scent of creamy peaches, the intoxicating scent of her fertility, perfumes the air like incense.

Her pink tongue sneaks out to moisten the full bow of her upper lip. At the sight, Lucius’ fangs drop and his eyes pulse red.

Zara saunters across the floor to wrap her arms around his neck. That move makes her skirt ride up until the pert swell of her ass peeks out.

At the sight, Maxim snarls and closes in behind her.

He and Lucius have a thing building between them too, it’s been really sweet to watch.

When Max wraps his possessive arms around Zara’s hips, he’s also holding Lucius.

His golden dragon eyes look imploring, like he’s begging Lucius to love both of them.

I don’t think it’s a look Lucius can resist for long.

A low continuous growl rises from Lucius’ chest.

To me, that sounds like a growl of anticipation.

Vasili smirks at the scorching scene that’s igniting right in front of us, then crooks a playful finger at Zephyr. “In that case, I do believe I’ll call in that little favor you owe me now, Your Radiance. Dark Fae King to Goblin King.”

It takes me a minute to remember Zephyr owes V a blow job. In exchange for the one V gave Zephyr on my dad’s yacht.

Oh my gosh.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Ronin mutters, sharing a heated look with me. “About bloody time for those two, innit?”

“Uh-huh.” I nod vigorously and definitely wish my world wasn’t so blurry without my glasses, whose cracked lenses are still tucked in my blazer pocket. I’ll need to find an optometrist on the mainland later.

For now? I need to get closer to the action.

Much closer.

You know, just so I can see.

Unlike me, Ronin has no modesty, so he drags his shirt over his head with one hand, without even waiting for all of us to finish talking about it.

Thankfully, he’s close enough to my nearsighted eyes that I have two whole seconds to appreciate the heart-stopping visual of my boyfriend’s sculpted body with his raven hair pouring down his back and the black dragon inked across his golden chest and winding around one shoulder.

Then Ronin reaches unselfconsciously for his fly.

“Oookay then,” Racetrack announces to the room. “Everyone who isn’t hers, we’re outtie. Even if they are all gonna boink on live TV, they don’t need a physical audience in here breathing down their necks.”

“Maybe leave the kitten though, cobber,” Dez suggests gently. Someone (probably Dez) has let the kitten out of her duffel and apparently fed her some kibble while I was on the phone. Now our sweet pet is curled up on the altar in a pool of creamy sweetness, contentedly washing her face.

“Thank you, Racetrack. Thank you, Dez,” I tell them earnestly, because it’s really obvious no one else is going to. “And yeah, you can absolutely leave the kitten with us. I mean, she’s part of this too. Part of our family.”

Zephyr is already stalking toward V. That Dark Fae is taking his time, easing open the zipper of his dragonscale armor—literally one centimeter at a time—while V devours every move with lips parted and eyes glittering.

Ash is kneading the nape of my neck with his big callused hand, letting me know without words that he’s totally ready for a repeat of that one unforgettable night I railed his incredibly tight ass, and I can hardly even breathe just thinking about it.

Zara and Lucius are drowning in each other’s eyes.

While Max is already nuzzling Zara’s neck and unbuttoning her blazer from behind.

“C’mon, Teach,” Zara whispers to Lucius, low and husky. “Let’s make some puppies.”

Racetrack and Dez and Mal and her guys hastily clear the room—thankfully ushering out V’s stiffly unwilling dad, who still seems fixated on somehow getting back into Vasili’s good graces and unwilling to drop the subject.

“Have fun in here, guys. You’ve definitely earned it.” Mallory blushes a little when she says it, but her soft smile says it all. She’s happy for Zara. Happy for all of us.

“Guess we’ve already aced the final.” Zara grins back at her friend. “If this is what ends up saving the witching world, we’ll call it extra credit.”

“You’ll probably be the next First Girl, Zara.” Still smiling, Mal has barely closed the door behind herself when Lucius’ control completely shatters and he pounces.