Chapter Six Draco
The First Girl on the Dean’s List is a virgin.
All these months, while she spied on the two of us from afar and ran like a rabbit every time we tried to close the distance, I’ve thought Mallory McSnicker must be the biggest fucking tease in this whole Academy. A minx in a schoolgirl’s uniform.
Trouble with a capital T.
Now, seeing the way her gray eyes widen and her soft mouth falls open at that threat I just voiced, I sniff out a whiff of the actual truth.
That’s my sneaking suspicion from earlier, now totally confirmed.
She’s not a tease. She’s an innocent.
A true innocent.
That truth blasts through my bullshit like a bolt of Thor’s lightning.
Very clearly, we have no business fooling around with a girl like this.
But one glance at Jean-Emilien tells me louder than words that he’s lost in his wolf. He’s pinning Mallory’s graceful body against his sexy frame with one arm and ripping his own trousers to shreds with the other. His yellow eyes flame in the darkness and his wicked fangs are bared and dripping.
He’s not the only one whose mouth is watering.
All the gods know, I’m no saint. I’m not even Christian.
After all the fucked-up shit I’ve done to protect the Mars clan and our family business, I’m not a nice guy.
And the incendiary sight of those two I’m so into, all wrapped up in each other’s bodies, with Mallory’s sweet strawberry nipples calling my name and her creamy thighs spilling wide in invitation and that scatter of nutmeg freckles across her pretty titties I can’t wait to taste…
Fokk.
There’s no way I’m stopping.
I’m still clutching her white silk panties in my fist like a psycho. The perfume of her arousal fills my head like a drug. I can practically taste her sweet honey in the back of my throat.
The thought of stopping now, the way I know we all should, turns me as savage as Jean-Emilien’s wolf.
While I wrestle with my instincts and the grossly neglected and underdeveloped muscle that passes for my conscience, Mallory gazes up at me with her wide eyes shining like silver lamps.
Then her tongue slips out to trace the full curve of her lower lip.
Oh, Loki.
She’s actually thinking about it.
She’s thinking about what I told her to do.
“Okay,” she says suddenly. “That’s a yes.”
Elation roars through me like an avalanche. Over her silky shoulder, Jae gives me a fierce grin of triumph.
Then Mallory’s innocent gaze drops to the boner trapped behind my zipper.
“It’s a yes—on one condition.” She sucks in a visible breath. “You go first, Draco.”
With a mighty heave, I pin my better angels to the mat and grapple them into submission.
She’s consenting.
I’m not a fool. I have a nose. I know her friend, the Gemini queen, is in heat. Know Mallory’s been breathing in the biochemical drug of Gemini pheromones all night, and that shit’s potent as heroin. Clearly this whole school’s lost and spiraling in a mating rut.
But Mallory’s sober, sharp, smart, and capable as a damn brain surgeon—and she just consented.
That means we’re doing this.
We’ll take care of her.
And with Jean-Emilien running moon-mad and already half-shifted to his wicked wolf, that means I’ll take care of both of them.
I lock onto Mallory’s shimmering stare and drag down my zipper.
For the second time tonight, Mr. Happy emerges into view. This time, he’s not going down without a fight.
My dick’s been hard as tungsten all night. First Jae sucked me off, but he didn’t fucking finish. Then, like everyone else in this joint, I’ve been breathing in hits of Gemini pheromones—and pumping out plenty of my own—all night. Now I’ve got sweet Mallory McSnicker, spreadeagled between me and my homeboy in a pile of birthday gifts, shyly willing to take on both of us.
Helvitis . I feel like the birthday boy myself.
Not that I’d know what that feels like.
Magnus Mars doesn’t believe in coddling his sons. To him, we’re hired muscle. Instant violence.
We’re murder with a pulse.
Fiercely I shove that dysfunctional family shit into the dark closet in my brain (crowded in there, but I make it work) and lock the door.
When Mallory gets her first real look at my thick boner, her lush lips pop open in astonishment. Unlike earlier on the stairs, she takes her time looking. Thank fuck, she makes every remaining thought in my gods-damned skull evaporate
“Um… wow.” She clears her throat. A pretty blush washes up her neck and floods her creamy skin. Her throat ripples as she swallows. “That’s… you’re… something.”
What she means is, I have a monster cock.
Her honest appreciation just makes the thing swell fuller, till my shaft juts before me through my gaping zipper like a medieval battering ram.
Jean-Emilien skulks behind her like the monster he is, crouched on the table, naked and erect as fuck. He’s not telepathic in this form—at least, he doesn’t project words—so I warn him to stay put with a stern look.
If we’re doing this for real, it needs to be Mallory’s choice.
Jean-Emilien gives me and my eager cock a heated look, then buries his face in the side of her neck. Wolf ears are sprouting through his braids, and I know from experience his pelt will sprout next. Now it’s my turn to swallow at the sight of his cruel hands and black talons claiming her breasts and tormenting her pink nipples.
She winds one arm around his neck, arches her elegant spine, and leans into him. Gods, she’s so damn trusting. Her soft touch visibly gentles his savage beast.
I wrap a fist around my aching dick in a long slow pull and watch her eyes lighten from slate to quicksilver.
Yeah, nothing about this girl is… ordinary. She’s not like the rest of us—whatever she is. But that’s her business and not mine, you feel me?
“Your turn,” I say roughly.
Looking dazed, she fumbles for the sparkly swath of dress that’s clinging to her hips. Jae snarls a warning into her neck and shreds the flimsy fabric with a single vicious swipe.
Our First Girl voices an adorable little squeak of dismay. I vaguely recall she said something about the dress being borrowed.
Sorry about that, sweetheart. Too late to save the thing now.
The important thing is, she doesn’t resist.
The fabric falls away to expose the flawless moon-pale plane of her belly, the delicate jut of her hips, and the flaming lick of bush between her thighs.
Fuck. Me.
That triangle of fiery curls is drenched.
She’s fucking soaked for us.
A hoarse groan rips outta me. I’m staring at her bush like I’m demented. Understandably, she squirms under my wild-eyed stare and presses her thighs together.
I’m having none of it.
“Never hide from us, hjartfólgin ,” I say thickly.
“I’m not hiding from you .” She shakes her head fiercely, but her face is rosy with embarrassment. “I’m just… hiding. From the inevitable commentary on the burning bush.”
I level the basement with my blackest scowl. Because if anyone else (like that fucking Pendragon) is seeing her like this—much less commenting—I’ll gouge their mannfjandi eyes out.
It’s not like I haven’t done it before.
But Zara and her sexed-up guys are gone. Still holed up in the den fucking, I guess, and likely not emerging anyone soon. In fact, most of the student body is basically lost in one huge orgy. In the flickering light of the flaming oil drums, the entire dance floor is a writhing pile of nudity.
A nasty handful of Tiberius kids are slinking for the exit in a furtive way that sets my battle-honed instincts immediately on edge. But I’m not a hall monitor, true? Whatever mischief the school bullies are brewing, they’re showing zero fucks of interest in Mallory.
Except for those few—who are clearly leaving—I’m literally the only dude in the joint who’s even wearing pants.
Any rate, no one’s giving our impending threesome a flicker of attention.
That means Mallory’s hiding from us .
Jae and me.
Clearly reaching the same conclusion and finding that shit as unacceptable as I do, Jean-Emilien growls in protest and drags her hard against his front. I can’t see his dick from this angle, but I’m willing to bet he’s dripping for her. Probably making a mess out of the back of her.
His yellow wolf eyes lift to mine, urging me to speak.
For both of us.
“No reason to hide,” I say gruffly, squeezing my own dick in a futile effort to calm myself down. “Mallory, I swear to gods. You’re fucking perfect.”
Her expressive face flickers between wonder and doubt. She’s always been guarded, way more than you’d expect given her grades and her Dean’s List status, but she’s also guileless. Right now, her face is open and trusting. She wants to believe me.
Guess I’ll just need to convince her.
I drop to my knees with a growl, stop fisting my dick long enough to spread her thighs wide and expose the glistening pink folds of the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, then dive in for a taste.
Her alluring scent of spice and sweetness rises from her soaked snatch and envelops me like a net.
She’s a feast fit for the gods.
And I’m fucking famished.
I drag my tongue down her soaked virgin slit in a long hungry lick.