Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Vasili
I’m not what anyone would ever call a nice man.
Truly, darling. I’m not.
I’m not kind.
I’m not gentle.
I’m certainly not selfless or patient or forgiving or any of that rubbish.
But what I am is the dominant alpha in our queen’s harem. And that’s a status I never take lightly. Especially these days, with Maxim Rasputin and his damn dragon itching to dom me and bite me and fuck me.
Not to mention, itching to usurp my unofficial throne and claim top-dog status in our queen’s bed for himself.
That’s why I’m standing in this thermae with an erection that won’t quit. Why I’m tingling with an electric current of aggression and rage. Why Neo’s blind jab about my being deficient drew unexpected blood. Why he—Neo, my recent nemesis—so effortlessly summoned all my old demons.
Now I’m dangerously on edge.
But I’ve never been more aroused.
Mercury and I have been playing this little game of cat and mouse for a very long time. Back in my villain era (my pre-Zara, anti-monarchist days), Neo Mercury was emphatically my enemy.
The senator’s son.
The queen’s fated mate.
The star pupil endlessly polishing Teacher’s apple from his coveted perch at the top of the Dean’s List.
How I despised him and tormented him for his grade-grubbing and apple-polishing and rule-following.
Even while I secretly schemed and plotted to storm the citadel of the First Boy’s virtue and rail the virginal Mr. Mercury’s buff beefcake body until he wailed for mercy.
Now that I’ve actually had him—exactly once , the night his heat started, when he was far too sexed-up and delirious to resist—my determination to claim him permanently knows no bounds.
I certainly intend to stake my claim before that damn dragon, who also lusts after him, can assert his own interest.
But our luscious First Boy is staking his own claim tonight.
Mercury is currently wading after Zara with a German Shepherd’s blind devotion.
Muscled thighs churning the green water, delicious cock fully rampant and jutting before him like the bowsprit of the family yacht.
Under that ridiculous mop of purple hair, his cleancut Clark Kent features burn with determination
My darling girl frisks just beyond his reach like a water nymph, her marvelous mane already spilling from its hasty twist to kiss her classic Marilyn Monroe face, lips parted with effort, breasts bouncing with every step.
As she splashes toward the rim, Zara shoots me a sidelong look through turquoise eyes that brim with mischief.
That naughty little vixen.
She knows perfectly well what she’s doing to me.
What they’re both doing to me.
She’s a water baby, a trained diver, not easy to catch. But she’s certainly not giving this faux escape attempt her full effort.
Whereas Mercury is stupid with stubbornness.
He finally manages to pin her against the rim, directly before the glass-walled shower, since she isn’t really resisting. He walls her in with his brawny arms and shoots me a look of triumph over one broad shoulder.
Although, admittedly, his gaze looks a bit bleary without his stylish bookworm glasses.
Still, I’m his alpha. Whether he likes it or not.
Even without his spectacles, he’s certainly aware he’s captured my full attention.
He smooths one hand down our girl’s spine, over the swell of her delectable ass. Then he gives that sweet pinup girl derrière a gentle slap that makes her squeal.
Finally, he fists his mouthwatering boner and flambés me with a look that’s absolutely smoking with intent.
“So, um.” He clears his throat, deliciously husky and flustered. “Are you just gonna stand there and watch?”
Then he bites his lip.
That little minx .
In actual fact, I was planning to take my sweet time and make both of them wait for my pleasure.
Suddenly I find I’m no longer in the mood to wait.
A visceral drive to assert my dominance over all my mates bares my horrid shifter fangs in a snarl.
Like an absolute Neanderthal, I surge across the pool and close the space between us.
They freeze in place, both my little darlings, heads swiveling in synch to watch despicable me bear down. Zara’s eyes widen and her lips curl in a sly grin that tells me she knows precisely what sort of effect the two of them are having on me.
Mercury’s mouth falls open. Now he has the absolute gall to look panicked as his terrible alpha closes in.
“Well, what did you expect?” I sneer at him. “You taunted me, didn’t you?”
You imbecile. It’s all I can manage not to tack that on the end for good measure.
But Zara won’t like it if I do. She’s ridiculously protective of her sweet Neo and his precious feelings.
I pin Zara in place—bent over the ledge and nicely poised within reaming range—with a hard hand on the back of her neck, grip Mercury’s hair in my relentless fist, and dive into his kiss.
Dear fuck.
Can you believe he’s still shy with me?
Even after we’ve been fucking the same mates in the same bed for weeks ?
His mouth is soft and fumbling under mine.
Admittedly, he does seem sweetly pleased with my attention, yielding beautifully to all my dreadful demands, gasping softly and giving me his tongue to suckle.
While he kneads a palmful of Zara’s lush ass and she murmurs encouragement, his free hand lands lightly on my shoulder, then trails down my chest and abs.
Finally, when I’m all but combusting with impatience, his hand glides gently along my cock.
It’s the actual first time I think he’s touched me voluntarily.
Ever.
Especially there, where I’ve hungered most to feel his touch.
I have to wonder if he’s only doing it now at Zara’s urging.
Is this… ? His mental whisper tugs at my brain like a gentle hand on my nonexistent sleeve. Is this how you want me to touch you?
Neither one of us are natural telepaths. Still, ever since I bit him, we’re mate-bonded whether he likes it or not. He’s always been a Goody Two Shoes and a complete nuisance. But he’s also exactly what Zara claims.
He’s sweet as fuck.
Let’s just say I’m not complaining, Mercury, I growl through our bond. Now be a good boy and show me how well you can please your alpha.
“Now this, I gotta see,” Zara mutters, because there’s nothing wrong with her telepathy, she’s wickedly strong, and she’s following right along. “Lemme up, Goblin King.”
Mercury’s kisses are heating up nicely, but my gaze slides sideways to find her.
(What can I say, darling? I multitask.) I’m still pinning her down, but I have a healthy respect for all that amperage our lightning witch queen has stored away behind her punk-rock Hollywood visage.
Her hands are splayed across the ledge, violet sparks already dancing across her fingertips.
“Don’t make me tell you twice,” she breathes.
The little queen wants up.
I give her nape a squeeze to remind her to mind her manners. Lucius isn’t here to help if she spirals and starts hurling lightning. But I’m not going to allow that to happen.
Her inner dragon hisses and snaps at my dominance.
I free them both—my queen and her beast—with a snarl of warning from my own lurking dragon.
Zara unfolds from the ledge and swivels to face me with an upward look that simmers with promise.
Satisfied that his fated mate has the freedom she needs, Mercury surfaces from our desperate kiss with a gasp. He wrenches free with an unexpected nip on my lower lip that admittedly makes even me gasp.
Truly, this boy is far more interested in—even obsessed with—mating bites and love bites and bites of all varieties than I ever imagined he could be.
“Careful, Mercury,” I purr. “You’ll wake the dragon.”
“Not afraid of you anymore,” he mumbles, nuzzling his way down my neck in the sweetest and most delicious of ways. “You know, I mean, not much.”
“Let’s just see about that, shall we?” I smirk at Zara’s heated gaze.
Our little queen loves to watch.
Nearly as much as I love to perform.
Still, it’s unexpectedly difficult to twirl my imaginary mustache and perform as my usual villainous self with Neo Mercury’s gentle touch carefully exploring every curve and contour of my nicely endowed cock.
His reverent fingers skim down my shaft, then cup the tender sac of my balls. I hiss and swell under his touch. My eyes slit with pleasure and my cruel grip on his hair goes soft. My hands land on his delectably broad and muscled shoulders and nudge him lower.
With a gentle sprinkle of kisses down my fully receptive torso, he sinks to his knees, which submerges his beefcake body from the chest down.
By now, my cock is far more eager for his mouth than I intend to betray.
He’s learned a few things about blow jobs, this boy has, since he joined our queen’s harem.
Zara sighs with pleasure, sidles up alongside for a better view, then sinks down until the water laps her chin.
Clearly, she means to enjoy the next act at eye level.
Neo grins at her, then abandons my balls to knead my cock with a building rhythm, hand working up and down my girth from base to crown, until I’m pulsing and twitching in his grip despite all my efforts. When he leans in to nuzzle my drooling tip, a shuddery breath spills out of me.
Dear God.
I barely bite back a moan.
Those lush lips smile around my dick. His innocent eyes, green as kryptonite, rise to mine. I glare horribly down at him and fist his soft curls in my cruel grip.
“No teasing.” My voice is harsh, stripped of all my polish, because he’s never done this for me before. I’ve never taken his mouth and filled him with my cum.
Even though, Christ knows, he’s practically been begging for it.
Now the raw intensity of my need for him cracks through me like a bullwhip.
“Whatever you intend to start with me, you little tease,” I snap, “you’d damn well better plan to finish.”
His big puppy dog eyes cloud with hurt.
Well, now it’s official.
I’m a monster.
As if there was ever any doubt.