Page 7 of Virgo Queen

The first swipe of Draco’s tongue over that throbbing ache of craving at my core hits me like a jumper cable’s been wired to my clit.

Holy wow.

I’m so sensitive there right now.

I’m pretty sure I’ve already had my first orgasm, just from Draco fingering me through my panties, while Jae rubbed his sinewy body and hard dick against my back.

Now, clearly, I’m about to have another.

I’m vaguely self-conscious about being so wet down there (is that normal? Or just one more way I’m a freak?) And I’m kind of worried about how I smell down there (isn’t that a turnoff?) Plus I’m wondering if maybe I should have douched or something (but how could I possibly have known anything like this would happen?!)

Then the hot sweep of Draco’s tongue laps over the inner folds of my vulva. My empty core ripples and clenches in a hard spasm of need.

Good grief. That’s it.

I need to be… filled .

Right now.

And Jae, who’s wrapped around me so tightly from behind like maybe he’s afraid for me to see him, and who’s clearly wolfing out back there and possibly a little self-conscious about his whole shifter thing, he needs to fill me.

I mean, he needs to be the one who fills me first. Because I know, on a deep level, what it’s like to feel awkward and freakish and excluded.

He’s part of this. Us. To the extent there is an “us”.

I don’t want him feeling left out.

Just when I’m starting to get all up in my head thinking and worrying, Draco thrusts his tongue deep into my aching hole. With a shudder of need, my hips rise into his touch. I clench hard around his probing tongue.

Geez Louise.

Draco Mars’ tongue feels amazing inside me. Triggering that tight pulsing ripple in my core. I thread a hand through his spiky hair and press hard against his head to hold him against that surging heat.

A deep moan rumbles through his big body. He drags my legs over his massive shoulders, spreads me wide with his strong hands so I can’t escape, and buries his whole face in my bush.

My eyes roll back in my head on a breathless whimper. A tingling rush of elation and excitement sweeps up my legs and centers in my clit.

Desperately I reach back for Jae, because he needs to be part of this too. I won’t let him hang back.

Jae dives in with a growl. Our mouths meet in a fangy werewolf kiss that just sucks the soul out of me.

My hands fumble blindly through his sleek braids to find the furry ears poking through his hair. They twitch under my touch (so cute!) and he whines into my kiss.

I’m no telepath, but Jae’s projecting a wordless spray of primal emotions all over the basement. He’s barely holding off his full shift—for my sake.

It’s a paradox, but it’s powerful.

All that monumental effort he’s investing, just so I won’t freak out, makes me feel cherished and protected and safe.

I surface from the dark spice of his kiss and gaze around the party with stars swimming in my eyes. Wow, it’s Orgy City on the dance floor. Draped facedown over the bar, some lucky girl’s getting pounded from behind, while she’s simultaneously giving voracious head to someone else (which is a three-way choreography that definitely gets me thinking).

Plus a bunch of that Tiberius crowd, specifically those thugs from our rival college who bully me the worst, they’re all leaving.

Good riddance.

I’m definitely not sorry to see them go.

Besides, no one can even see the key parts of me in this chaotic darkness, with Jae’s arms wrapped around me from behind, his braids streaming over my shoulder, and Draco’s face buried in my bush.

Obviously, we’ll all get detention if our headmistress finds us down here. Maybe suspension at worst—which would be bad enough, coming right before midterms. But the Dean can hardly expel all of us…

Can she?

I should be quietly setting an example for others. Not only because of where I sit on the Dean’s List, but because of what I am.

Wings or no wings.

That’s what my mom always says.

But tonight, no one’s watching. My anonymity sets me free.

Under the play of Draco’s tongue against my clit, all that fire pooling and pulsing in my core shoots up my spine and spreads across my shoulders. My useless wings flutter and spread against my skin like they’re trying to open.

But that’s a dream I gave up years ago—

Then Draco sucks my clit into his mouth like a lollipop. That second orgasm hits me like a freight train. I writhe against the suction of his determined mouth and arch my back in a shrill scream.

“Ohmygosh, Draco !” Tears of pleasure spill down my hot cheeks. Stars swim before my eyes.

Jae pins me brutally in place and sucks a vicious love bite into my neck.

While the deafening roar of my climax recedes, Jae presses his lips to the stinging place he just marked in what feels like an apologetic kiss.

Draco lifts his head, looking sex-drunk and satisfied, and drags his tongue slowly along his glistening lower lip.

“Time to be… honest now… oui ?” Rusty with disuse and obvious effort, Jae’s voice rasps in my ear. “Are we your first time, you?”

While I blink away my tears and try to pull my thoroughly scattered wits together enough to answer, the Cajun’s already tortured voice drops an octave. “Are we your first mates?”

My heart beats wildly.

He doesn’t mean mates in the harem sense, I remind myself in a desperate rush. We’ve already established that I’m not a queen (my deficiency in the wings department is the nail in that coffin, even if my kind weren’t in hiding.) So I’m not building a harem.

That’s just the way wolf shifters think and talk.

About… mates.

They’re both staring at me, both these guys, all broody and intense. So I clear my throat and answer vaguely. “Uh, yeah, this is a first-time thing for me.”

I’m not touching that word— mates —with a ten-foot pole. Jae clearly never meant for me to take it literally.

“ Helvitis. A virgin. I knew it.” Draco unwraps one brawny arm from my thigh, leaving my ankles crossed behind his head, and rubs his face roughly like he’s trying to think. “Shit. We don’t wanna hurt you, Mallory.”

A rush of gratitude makes my eyes prickle and blur with a fresh flood of tears. I mean, how many guys at this late stage of the game would even hesitate?

“You won’t,” I rush to assure both of them, because I definitely don’t want them to stop. That possibility distresses me a lot more than any first-time jitters. “I rode ponies in 4-H all through grade school, so I think my hymen is history. And I’m not some fragile flower. I honestly think I’ll be okay.”

“Nothing to do with being fragile. You fucking need protection .” Draco scowls ferociously down at both of us. “In all the ways. And we ain’t packing condoms on us. Jae and me, we weren’t exactly planning for this shit to go down, you feel me?”

Silently I fill in the blanks around that sentence.

I’ve been watching these two on the sly for a really long time. I haven’t seen either one of them with anyone else. I think what they have is special. Even if they’re keeping it quiet, they’re exclusive. Yet, for some reason, they’re willing to let me into their special thing.

I mean, just for tonight.

Obviously.

I have no idea why I’m even on their radar, but I’m definitely not about to let this once-in-a-lifetime chance escape me.

“I won’t get pregnant. I have my own protection,” I blurt out, because it’s true. I like to be prepared for all situations. I’ve been on the Pill for months, due to a combination of convenience (to regulate my wildly irregular periods) and incredibly wishful thinking on my part.

I mean, I don’t want to stay the last remaining virgin at the Icarus Academy forever. If the opportunity ever arises, I don’t want the lack of birth control to be what stops me.

Like it’s about to do now.

“Anyway,” I add, because they’re both still hesitating, “I can’t catch mortal diseases.”

Then I almost choke on my own tongue. Geez Louise, where is my brain tonight?

“I mean, um, assuming the two of you are clean,” I finish awkwardly. “Because I am.”

“For fuck’s sake. We’re fucking clean.” Draco gives my flustered face a suspicious look. “It’s just been the two of us for… a while.”

Looks like I was right about their relationship.

They’re committed.

Even if, for whatever reason, they don’t want anyone else to know.

My kind truly isn’t vulnerable to mortal pathogens, but I obviously can’t go into that. I take in the confusion furrowing Draco’s brow, the mounting suspicion icing his arctic eyes, and know I need to act fast if I want to keep these two with me tonight.

Hastily I unwrap my legs from around Draco’s neck, scramble forward onto my hands and knees, shake my mane of flyaway curls down my back to get them out of the way, and peer over my shoulder at Jae’s lean lurking presence.

“Is this how you do it?” I swallow hard to moisten my dry throat. “Doggie style?”

Heck, I have to be crazy.

I’m deliberately teasing Jean-Emilien Labête, the guy everyone says is the only purebred Cajun loup-garou east of the Atlantic Ocean, on the night before the full moon.

The wolf in question drops right to his hands and knees behind me and bares his fangs in a snarl.

“ Hel .” Draco’s hard hands close over mine to pin me in place (which seems like a promising sign, even if it’s totally at odds with his words). “ Mallory . You don’t know what you’re playing with here.”

I give him an upward look. This new position rewards me with the jaw-dropping full frontal of Draco Mars, cut and chiseled, all tight waist and bulging biceps and massive shoulders, with the oil-drum firelight blazing behind him. Jutting between his meaty thighs, his thick dick is straining, flushed ruddy, with fluid gathering at the tip and a big vein throbbing along the underside. I suddenly wonder how he’d taste if I licked him there.

Maybe it’s time to find out?

“Sure I do,” I say hoarsely, staring wide-eyed at this mouthwatering temptation. Should I just lick it like an ice cream cone? Or wrap my mouth around it like a popsicle?

Draco plants his hands on his hips and scowls down at me. He looks skeptical, but his eyes are blazing with cobalt heat.

At a guess? He likes seeing me on my knees for him.

“I know what I’m doing,” I say as assertively as possible. “I’m First Girl on the Dean’s List, remember?”

“This isn’t something—you learn—in a textbook,” Jae says hoarsely through his fangs. His hot breath puffs against my spine. Clearly his vocal cords are shifting, he can barely form words, but he’s making his best effort.

A nervous giggle hiccups out of me. “Clearly you don’t know what I’ve been reading.”

Draco’s hands clench hard over mine.

“Last warning, hjartfólgin,” the Icelander says in a subterranean growl. “We’re not playing here, true? There’s no coming back from this. If you don’t stop this shit now, Jean-Emilien and me, we’ll mark you and claim you and make you ours. We’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling us for a week. After we stake our claim, no other warlock in this Academy’s ever gonna have a chance with you.”

My head’s spinning so fast I can’t think straight. He can’t really mean what it sounds like, that they’re asserting some sort of claim on me that lasts longer than tonight.

That has to be his dick talking.

Right?

For like the hundredth time, I caution myself to be careful. I can’t let myself fall for these two.

But Draco is offering to fuck me. That much seems pretty clear.

And since that’s exactly what I want too…

I clear my throat, suck in my breath, and chirp, “Good.”

Then, for good measure, I spread my knees and angle my hips so Jae can get a good sniff.

I want this. I really want this—with both of them. I need them to know that beyond any doubt.

Holy cow, I’m totally exposed back there. Burning bush and all.

After tonight, I’ll probably never be able to look either of these guys in the face again.

But, oh my gosh, I’m soaked. I’m still so needy. I’m all worked up from Draco’s mouth on my clit and Jae’s claws and fingers working my nipples. For some reason that doesn’t even make logical sense, exposing myself like this to both of them (not to mention anyone else who might be watching) is just making me hotter.

If these two guys don’t finish what they started, I’m honestly afraid I’m going to cry.

As I arch my back and spread my thighs to give him a good look, Jae’s yellow eyes narrow on my exposed snatch. His pupils dilate and his nostrils flare. His naked chest, hard and gleaming with sweat, swells as he breathes me in deep.

Then, with a snarl, the werewolf pounces.