Chapter Two #2
The fact that my fated mate’s laser-focused on my climax—right in the middle of his own heat—is like the five hundredth reason why I love this guy. But I’m not gonna let our focus shift from where it needs to be right now.
Right on Neo.
On breaking his heat.
“Baby, we’re both here for you tonight.” I reach up to fist Neo’s soft curls and pull his generous mouth down to mine. He tastes like the juniper tang of Vasili mixed with his own minty Neo, which just turns me on more.
Now he gives me plenty of tongue, timing his thrusts with the slow but thorough reaming I’m getting from Vasili’s thumb behind and the sucking pump of his finger in my pussy.
We’re all linked, we’re all bonded, the electric charge of my witchcraft rises and hums through all three of us. A gust of psychic wind lifts my hair to swirl around our interlaced bodies. Tiny sparks of psi fire crackle through my curls like Christmas lights.
Neo wraps his strong arms around both of us to steady all three of us.
When I curl my hand around the hot pulsing girth of Neo cock, the staticky shock of contact wrenches out a yell from my fated mate. My first squeeze almost makes him lose his load in my hand.
“Ohmygod, babe,” he pants into my mouth. “Please… just let me…”
“You’re burning up, sweetie.” I lick into Neo’s mouth and knead his thick shaft. My other hand drops to fondle the swollen fullness of his balls. “You’re literally about to burst into flames.”
“Gosh, I know .” Neo groans long and low and bucks into my grip. “Let me come for you. Both of you. I need it.”
“Not yet.” Behind me Vasili sounds clinically detached. So unmoved by what anyone else needs that he’s practically psychotic.
But he always sounds that way.
What matters more than what V says is what he’s doing .
Sweet baby Jesus.
He’s, like, multitasking, thumb shoved in my ass and multiple fingers now buried in my greedy pussy so he can ream both holes at once. His free hand tiptoes like a spider between my body and Neo’s and starts slipping the buttons on my shirt.
While Vasili unbuttons me with his clever fingers, I cup and fondle Neo’s balls in one hand and work up a nice steady rhythm up and down Neo’s cock with the other.
My bookworm’s all veiny and pulsing in my grip.
A steady drizzle pumps from his slit. Every time I reach his swollen crown, I give him a twist that makes him gasp and twitch.
Finally Vasili slips my last button.
Neo’s gaze darts from the pornographic sight of my hand working his cock to the equally pornographic sight of my tits spilling from Lucius’ shirt, nipples furled tight with craving, silver rings glinting in the greenish light.
My snake darts a hand between my lapels to claim a palmful of boob. His fingers dance over the tiny twin punctures of the mating bite scars he left on my tit.
Lightning gathers in my throat in a low vibrato hum of power. The shadows turn purple from the witchy light that’s rising in my eyes. I snarl in the lightning voice and writhe against V’s pumping fingers down below.
Fuck. Just fuck.
I’m so wet we can all hear the soft sucking sound of him reaming my cunt with every pump.
Oh God… oh God… oh God—
“Don’t you dare come.” Vasili twists my nipple ring between his cruel fingers, hard enough to make me yelp. Then he pulls out of both holes so abruptly he makes me swear. “Not yet.”
“You’re such a fucking bastard,” I pant, twisting around to glare at him.
“Well, darling, guilty as charged.”
He laughs like the sadist he is, pale eyes firing with savage joy, green and purple light glowing in his gilded hair. Then he dives in to swallow my sputter of outrage with a vicious kiss that’s all tongue and fang. His kisses vaporize me with heat and violence.
He isn’t nice and he isn’t gentle.
He’s horrible.
But, God, he’s compelling.
V licks my incisors and sucks on my tongue and torments my lower lip with his canines till my inner dragon snarls.
Zara, let us rise! she hisses, just as horny as I am. Let us fly. He will chase!
He would, too, his coiled white serpent unfurling like a spill of diamonds in the moonlight, his dragon climbing with mine into the cold night sky.
And there’s no way my queen rises in a mating flight without Max rising too.
It’s the three of us, always the three of us together when I rise.
With the two of them competing for my attention, snarling and swiping at each other, perched on the razor’s edge between fighting and fucking—
“Oh, Lord, that feels so good,” my bookworm gasps.
That’s all it takes to remember we’re here tonight for Neo.
Neo, who’s earthbound and can’t rise.
Neo, whose dick I still haven’t stopped jacking.
Neo who’s combusting with mating heat, watching his alphas go at it, while he simultaneously shivers and melts into a goopy puddle in my arms.
For Neo, I pull my head together and surface from Vasili’s kamikaze kiss.
Yeah, sure, that snake’s my alpha as well as Neo’s.
But it’s never good to give Vasili Romanov too much control.
“Let’s take this to the big pool.” I lick my tingling lips. “Neo’s burning up, he’s all sweaty. And the plunge pool in here’s too small for all three of us.”
Neo pushes the shirt off my shoulders and skims his big hands down my sides, which makes me shiver all over, just like him.
“I am a little sticky,” our bookworm mumbles meekly. “I’m okay though.”
But his big eyes cling to Vasili. Neo knows he screwed up earlier, knows he hurt Vasili without meaning to.
Now he’s waiting for Vasili to forgive him.
“Hmmmm.” One sec V’s holding us all on our feet. The next our snake’s abandoned us and he’s slithering for the door. “Well, we can’t have you sticky , can we, First Boy? At least… not… yet.”
Holy shit, that does it.
Neo flushes red to his hairline.
Now we’re all remembering the last time Vasili made Neo sticky.
“Geez, I said I’m okay,” the poor guy mutters.
“Oh, I intend to ensure you’re far more than merely okay . That goes for both of you.” Over his shoulder, my snake gives us one of his sultry smirks. “Come along.”
Of course he doesn’t bother asking.
Or, God forbid, waiting .
You know, to see if we’re actually following.
Instead, as V saunters toward the door, the horrid creature languidly peels the black lace cami he’s wearing over his head.
He strips like a woman, like he earns money doing it, in a slow sexy tease that bares the sweep of his spine and the ripple of his ribs.
His sleep pants barely cling to the supple sway of his hips.
Neo and I stare after him with our mouths dry and our jaws hanging.
Until Vasili gives his waistband a nudge and the silky fabric of his pants cascades down his hips to bare his pert little ass.
“Oh, sugar,” Neo breathes.
“Uh-huh,” I agree, all breathless.
Vasili steps out of his pants without missing a beat and lifts one hand to crook a casual finger. “Hurry along. No dawdling.”
He hasn’t even looked back. But the coil of his telekinetic witchcraft snaps like a lasso around my body and Neo’s and sweeps us across the floor after him.
Good thing I like being manhandled.
“Hey!” Neo complains. “Cut it out. You can’t just drag Zara around like this.”
Which is so Neo.
He doesn’t mind (really, like, at all ) being manhandled by our alpha himself. Instead, Neo’s totally focused on me.
I think about fighting back, but there’s really no point. V’s dragging all of us to the exact place I told him to go.
By now we’re already through the glass door and standing in the big thermae , all three of us, with the long green rectangle of the sunken pool glimmering and steaming in the jade light that illuminates the water from underneath.
Vasili’s hand drops to his side.
Suddenly, my body’s my own again.
Without pausing, V descends the submerged stairs into the pool, sinewy hips swaying hypnotically with every step. The green water rises slowly to envelop his long legs and lap at his cute butt.
Staring after him, I grab Neo’s hand and tug him with me into the water.
It’s toasty in here but not boiling, because the water had a good long while to cool down on its long journey from the heart of the ancient volcano this island in the Med is built on. The steamy heat encases my legs and rises all the way to my waist, because I’m a lot shorter than my snake.
I flick a few droplets of hot water at Vasili’s sleek back to get his attention
“Did you seriously just do that whole telekinesis thing without even looking ?” I demand. “I thought you had to be looking when you cast.”
Just when I thought I was starting to get a handle on all the different types of witching world magic. All of a sudden, I feel like what I am.
Which is literally just a freshman at the witch academy.
“Evidently.” Vasili’s head swivels to give me a glimpse of his delicate profile. “Lately, my witchcraft seems to be developing in some… unexpected directions.”
He means since Lucius bit him, I guess, which is the only shifter bite our snake’s ever taken.
He took it for me, actually.
For my sake.
It’s Lucius’ bite that finally triggered Vasili’s own shift so his dragon could rise with mine for my mating flight.
“No, it isn’t the bite. Or at least not entirely,” Vasili breathes, because he’s reading me through our bond. “I seem most susceptible to these new… impulses… when I’m with you , little queen.”
Slowly our alpha pivots to face us. He’s so tall the water barely kisses the tops of his thighs. I’m in the middle of inhaling when he turns. Now the breath gets lost somewhere between my mouth and my chest.
“Um, wow,” I whisper. Partly because of what he just said.
But also because of the way he looks .
Fuck.
Me.
Sideways.
All night he’s been difficult and pissy and pretty much a total shit.
But God, he’s pretty.
He’s long and sleek and supple as an eel, facets of green light dancing over white skin, pale eyes glittering under a spill of silver hair. He waxes like a lingerie model, so there’s no nest of pubes to obscure the view.
His graceful cock is standing straight up for both of us.
Just the sight of him makes my lightning rise.
Holding V’s stare with mine, I catch the coils of teal hair floating up around my body like Medusa snakes and twist them into a knot on my head. His icy gaze drops to my tits, nicely on display in this pose, and his eyes kindle with heat.
Neo wades up behind me to wrap his muscled arms around me and cups my girls in his reverent hands.
“So, um, what else can you do?” I try to ask without openly staring at the Goblin King’s impressive cock, but it’s not easy. “I mean, with your witchcraft? Anything else that’s new?”
V’s lips curl in a small private smile, sharp and cruel as one of his cache of knives. “Now that would be telling.”
“You do it to both of us, babe,” Neo says to me, low and husky, bending to nuzzle my shoulder in a way that lets him watch Vasili watching us.
“You make our power rise. My earthquakes are, like, way more frequent and stronger since you and I hooked up. And you should see me in the alchemy lab after we fuck.”
My inner dragon rumbles with interest. Her wings unfurl and beat against the cage of my ribs. She knows something about all this, something about why and how everyone’s witchcraft in my harem seems to be evolving.
It definitely has to do with me ascending. Me claiming the witching world throne.
Which I can only do for real once the current queen vacates.
If she vacates.
That whole concept still sets me on edge.
I’m only twenty and a student, I’m not ready to ascend, I’m still not totally even in control of my own witchcraft. And we just added another guy to my harem, in the form of Max, who’s got major issues of his own and is still in the process of settling in.
I actually doubt it’s me alone who’s doing… whatever it is… that’s changing our witchcraft.
If anything, it’s all of us.
All six of us together.
But now isn’t exactly the time for a deep intellectual convo.
“Here, now, tonight, I’m not gonna deal with that whole queen thing,” I say firmly. “The only thing we’re gonna deal with tonight is breaking Neo’s heat.”
Vasili’s eyes narrow and his face turns predatory. “I trust you’re not expecting me to be a gentleman. Nothing about my mood tonight is gentle. Fair warning.”
“We don’t need a gentleman,” Neo mutters, biting his way up the side of my neck. “We only need you, V. You’re our alpha.”
“Always.” A low alpha snarl rises from Vasili’s throat. “Don’t either of you ever dare forget it. Or I’ll make you suffer.”
“Promises, promises.” I give V’s dangerous face a playful wink, then twine one arm around Neo’s neck and turn my head to find my fated mate’s warm mouth.
Neo kisses me with an eagerness that tells me I’m making the exact right call about focusing on him tonight. His heat’s gonna peak really soon… again… and I have a truckload of firsthand knowledge about exactly what that means.
Neo’s cock nudges my back with an insistence that won’t wait.
The two of us slosh a few steps to the pool rim, with Neo kissing me and fondling my tits and moaning softly, both of us sensing the Goblin King’s stare burning into us the whole time.
I’m not so far gone that I don’t choose the side that faces the glass wall of the six-person shower, which of course no one’s using at this hour.
Because that shit’s reflective.
And I definitely wanna be able to watch what’s about to go down behind me.