Page 62 of Gemini Hunted (Dark Witch Academy #5)

Zara

I’ve got maybe thirty second tops to prep my titanium pussy before I take Lucius’ knot.

Fortunately, Max’s dragonfire-hot hands are already under my skirt and between my legs. Now he spreads my bare folds wide, ignoring for the moment the quantum superheat building and swelling in my clit, to work a finger into my slick cunt.

Sweet baby Jesus in the manger.

Max has barely gotten started. But I’m already so soaked I’m hearing an audible wet sucking sound with every pump.

I have a breath to wonder if that camera’s rigged for audio. And, if so, exactly how sensitive the mic might be.

“Your delectable pussy is proof of your fertility,” Max growls in my ear. Because of course my dragon king alpha is reading my mind through our mating bond. He nuzzles into the mating bite scars on my neck. “They should all see and hear how well we please you when we fuck you.”

Between the suck of his mouth on my sensitive scars and the thrust of his finger in my wet cunt, I’m already breathless.

Now, hearing his words, all I can do is whimper.

Without even waiting for my response, Max works a second finger into my greedy hole. My cunt pulses and clenches around the delicious fullness, which makes me moan and widen my stance.

Again, my gaze drifts to the camera’s winking light.

My modesty is still preserved (barely, I guess) as long as Vasili’s blazer covers my tits and my skirt covers my crotch.

But that modesty only lasts until Lucius pushes the blazer roughly off my shoulders. The fabric falls away behind me to bare my tits to the world.

Good thing I’ve never been the shy type.

With a groan, my headmaster cups and cradles my boobs in his possessive hands, then pushes them together and mouths his way across the swells.

They’re extra tender and full due to my heat, like I’m gonna need a bigger bra.

Lucius loses his mind during my heats, so his wolf talons are already sprouting.

Every prick of claw and fang makes my nipples tingle and tighten.

The torchlight flickering over the pyramid walls casts a shimmering golden light over my skin and Lucius’ Renaissance mane of chestnut curls. That light makes my nipple rings shine and turns Lucius’ sherry gaze to cognac.

When my headmaster’s fangy mouth closes over the tight bud of one nipple to tongue my piercing, my head falls back against Max’s shoulder on a whine.

“So good,” I gasp. “Fuck, Lucius, that’s so good.”

“Get her ready for my knot,” Lucius mutters, all wolfish and guttural, to Max. His rough voice echoes from the walls.

My heavy eyelids, which have fallen shut, struggle to lift. I have a sec to worry if Max is gonna tolerate being bossed around like that by another alpha.

But it turns out, when it’s Lucius, it’s all good.

Loosing a gruff dragonish growl in reply, Max works in a third finger that stretches my hole deliciously.

My girl cream lubes me up and eases his way.

At the same time, his thumb finds my swollen clit and rubs.

My back is pinned against his front, so I can feel the tumescent bulge of his complicated dragon cock jutting against my ass.

The building tension coils, hot and low, in my belly. My pussy pulses around his fingers and my clit aches with need.

I whimper and ride my alpha’s hand in a way that’s impossible for my little skirt to hide.

Cheese on toast.

This artifact-fueled quantum superheat I’m rocking for all my guys?

This shit is intense .

The first peak hits me hard and tosses me high.

That starter O rips a sharp spiraling cry from my throat that’s impossible to mistake for anything but what it is.

The sound of me coming all over Max’s hand, like the unrepentant slut I am.

If anyone in the witching world still harbored any question about what kind of queen they’re getting, I’ve just removed all doubt.

In my peripheral vision, the Horn pulses in Ceres’ stone grip like a theme park light show.

I’d really love to see what the rest of my warlocks are doing. Because I can definitely hear with my shifty senses the low male moans and curses whispering from these echoey golden walls. But Lucius is looming over me in a way that blocks out other visuals. He wants my full focus on him.

The wolf king alpha who’s ramping up to rail me.

“Take off your skirt, Ms. Gemini,” Lucius growls, fangs pricking my full and tender tits like maybe he’s revving up to give me another mating bite. “Show me how eager you are for my knot.”

Limp and shaky with aftershocks in the wake of my first big O, my hands are trembling so hard I can barely undo my button.

But I’m really well motivated.

So I manage.

Max pulls his fingers out of me—a loss that makes my empty hole clench in protest—barely long enough to toss my clothes aside.

Now I’m naked and exposed.

Trapped like prey between my two carnivorous alphas.

Without my skirt in the way, the whole witching world can see my bare pussy, flushed and swollen and glistening with my juices. With all our warnings, I figure we’ve delayed the moment long enough for WNN to get an advisory up and responsible adults to clear any minors from the TV room.

With only an age-appropriate audience remaining, the whole world can watch while Max reaches back between my thighs, swipes his fingers through my mess, slicks moisture up my crack, then starts lubing my rear pucker with my own pussy juice.

Right in front of everyone.

“It is an ancient ritual, this, is it not?” Max rasps in my ear, breathing heavily, but still tracking my thoughts through our mating bond. “A fertility rite we practice. Tonight, you are the sacrifice.”

My inner dragon bellows with excitement and tries to rise. For her, fucking means a mating flight. But we’re not in control here. Neither she nor I.

I’ve ceded control to Max and Lucius.

Lucius retains enough self-possession and innate headmaster modesty to keep his back to the camera when he drops trou.

His shaft juts before him, swollen purple with need and cola-can thick.

Nestled in a thatch of wiry chestnut curls, the ruddy bulge of his swelling knot makes my cunt weep with need.

Lucius fists his shaft and squeezes his knot in a way that makes all three of us (including the closely watching Max) push out a thick groan.

“Are you wet enough, my queen?” Lucius’ red eyes burn into me. “Wet enough to take my knot?”

“Yeah, think so,” I gasp. Obviously, Teach. Can’t you tell?

Hearing me sass him through our mating bond, he bares his wolfish fangs on a snarl. “Show me.”

Like… really?

That command is enough to bring heat racing to my cheeks. My gaze flashes to the camera and the blinking red eye above the lens that means it’s still filming.

“Eyes on me, Ms. Gemini,” Lucius snaps.

All righty then. Guess this is really happening.

“Oh, fuck me,” I moan.

Even for a polyamorous queen like me, this feels like a lot. A lot of exposure and a lot of submission to the first alpha who ever claimed me and bit me. A lot of exposure and submission in public.

But he isn’t asking me.

He’s telling me.

Good thing that I trust him and love him. The way I trust and love all my guys. I don’t always need to be in control. I can safely surrender to his strength.

So I do.

I wave the white flag in surrender.

Biting my lower lip, I reach between my quivering thighs and spread my pussy wide.

The musk of my own arousal mingles with Lucius’ gamy wolf scent and the sulfurous bite of brimstone from Max’s dragon.

Lurking like a stalker behind me, my dragon king probes the sensitive rim of my pucker with a finger.

Tremors of sensation cascade over my skin and gather at the base of my spine.

I’m still sighing and shivering when he stops teasing and works his digit into the tight clutch of my passage.

Sharply I gasp at the intrusion. The burn and stretch of resistance and pressure.

But I like ass play—I like it a lot—and the building ache of another looming climax is swelling in my clit and making my thighs shake.

The relentless pressure of Max’s finger penetrates the strangling ring of my sphincter with a pop! that floods my system with a heady rush of endorphins.

“Ah, hell, Max!” Weak with desire, my fingers slip away from my wet vulva.

“No, my queen. Spread yourself wide for me,” Lucius says, thick and guttural with his wolf. “Beg me to swive that needy quim of yours.”

When he uses that old-fashioned language he learned growing up, reading vintage porn pilfered from the library of his Hungarian grandsire’s castle, he always sends me over the edge.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan like a door hinge that needs oil.

But I’ve been asking for this.

Asking for it every time I tease him.

I swallow and close my eyes against the watching camera. Maybe it isn’t miked after all.

“I’m waiting, Ms. Gemini,” Lucius grates in his gravelly wolf voice. “Don’t make me ask again. Or I swear you’ll regret it.”

With an elemental thrill of mingled arousal and fear, my eyes flash open to find my headmaster towering over me. Chestnut fur sprouts from his chest and ripples down his shoulders. Muscle flexes in his shoulder as he fists his thick dick in rough impatient pulls.

He and that knot of his are monsters.

But they’re my monster.

“Please, Master Aries,” I whimper, wide-eyed and imploring as I gaze up at him. I freaking love when we play this game. “Fuck my hole with your big cock.”

Saliva drips from his massive fangs. He’s literally slavering for me. “Now beg for my knot. And make it good.”

Oh, I can definitely make it good. Good for him and good for me. Good for the whole witching world, in fact.

I lower my voice to a soft little whisper. “Please. Pretty please. Let me take your knot.”

“Good girl,” he growls on a long exhale, like the monstrous beast he is.