Chapter Three #2
“He’s not teasing, bad boy.” Zara slips up behind Neo, then closes her hands over mine. She gentles my brutal grip on his hair. “He wants you, Vasili. It wouldn’t kill you to be nice to him, you know.”
“Nice?” I stop glaring down at him long enough to shoot her an impish smirk. “Then I wouldn’t be me .”
Mercury huffs out a warm chuckle that gusts over my rigid length. Then he encases the head of my cock with his soft lips.
He’s still tentative, he’s being careful not to overstep.
But my, oh, my . He’s determined.
His brow’s all furrowed with focus and his careful grip is earnest as he guides the first slow inch of me into his mouth. When his tongue swirls around my crown and plays with my slit, I swear and spurt precum into his mouth.
“That’s it.” My precious girl whispers encouragement to both of us. She strokes Neo’s curls away from his face and caresses his ears, which makes him whimper around my cock. “You’re doing so good with him, baby. You’re taking our alpha’s cock so good. Wow, I wish you could see his face.”
Mercury’s big eyes roll up to find me.
But I’m having none of that.
I grip his head and surge forward and fill his mouth till I bump the back of his throat.
He chokes and gags, but I’m such a beast I won’t let him up for air.
Desperately he grips my hips for balance and tries to pull back, but I buck into his hot breathless suck and start giving him the face-fuck I’ve been dreaming about forever.
The face-fuck he’s been begging for.
His throat contracts in self-defense around my cock. Tears spill from his pretty eyes. He groans and clutches my thighs in protest—hard enough to bruise.
But Zara’s hands fall to his impressive shoulders to steady him. Her dragon croons to comfort him, one of those bird-like trills she’s started voicing lately.
And all the while, dear God, First Boy on the Dean’s List Neo Mercury is sucking my villainous cock like a champion.
Like I’m his favorite flavor of popsicle and he doesn’t want to lose a drop.
His throat ripples around me as he swallows me down, inch by straining inch. Truly, it’s all I can manage not to unload down his throat right there.
Of course, I’m not exactly his first blow job, am I? I remind myself to thank Ronin, and lately Lucius, for teaching our prize pupil so thoroughly how it’s done.
At least I’ve gotten here before that fucking dragon.
Maxim.
The Russian.
My latest nemesis in our queen’s growing harem.
The thought of him claiming Neo, the way he’s already claimed Zara, makes me absolutely feral.
“You’re mine, First Boy.” I pin Neo’s head in place and fuck his mouth like it’s a truck stop bathroom and I’m paying him by the minute.
His muffled moans leak around all that cock I’ve got stuffed down his throat. But the delicious rhythmic suction of his mouth never falters.
“No more games. No more hiding. No more running. You’re min e.” I punctuate every demand with a hard thrust that makes him sway on his knees. The water ripples around us.
He’s submitting to me in every single way.
Yet somehow, it’s still not enough.
“I want to hear you say it,” I snarl, dragging his mouth off my slick dick with a pop. “Say you’re mine.”
He’s dick-drunk and swaying, those full lips damp and swollen from my abuse. Slowly his bleary eyes lift to find me, pupils blown wide, tears painting those chiseled cheekbones.
I want to kiss those tears off him.
Instead I give him a hard shake to focus him. “Say it, damn you.”
“Easy, V,” Zara murmurs, slim arms winding protectively around Neo’s neck from behind. “Give him time.”
“Y-yours.” His voice is raspy. For once in his precious life, our nimble First Boy actually appears to be lost for words.
Zara sighs in contentment and burrows her face into Neo’s curly hair.
“You’re so good for both of us, baby,” she whispers in his ear.
Looking steadier and more present, his gaze locks on mine. That tendril of shared connection—his bond with Zara and me—seems to anchor him.
His mumbled words grow clearer. “I’m yours. I am. But that means you’re mine too, Vasili.” He sucks in a breath. “So claim me.”
Zara’s head lifts. Her turquoise eyes meet mine. One lid lowers in a sultry wink.
“There’s your permission, bad boy,” she tells me, low and throaty with arousal. “Go for it.”
With a growl, I pin Neo’s head in place. I must be hurting him. At the very least, I’m pulling his hair. But he’s too far gone to care.
“Open for me,” I snap. “Wide.”
His eyes stay on mine, and his mouth falls open.
God, he’s so fucking trusting he guts me.
The spicy rush of my mating scent floods the air.
I’m pumping out enough pheromones to make all three of us high for hours.
Zara’s rapid breaths echo in my sharp shifter senses.
Her eyes are wheels of ultraviolet fire, round and fixed on our little tableau, soft lips parted and perfect face flushed under the tendrils spilling around her cheeks.
Her wild teal mane floats around our joined bodies like a storm cloud.
My, but she’s marvelously turned on by what I’m doing to him.
And by how well he’s taking it.
“Hold onto him for me,” I tell her roughly.
She pulls in a shaky breath, then grips his shoulders and braces him with her body.
“Be careful with him,” she whispers. I know she’s warning both of us.
I jerk out a nod, then sheathe myself in the velvet heat of Neo’s innocent mouth.
His eyes fall closed and his hands wrap around my clenching buttocks.
He’s not even trying to control the pace or the depth, he’s just holding on tight for the ride and sucking me down like a vacuum hose.
His curly head bobs sweetly in time with my pistoning thrusts.
The sight of my cock, flushed and shiny with his saliva, sliding in and out between those sucking lips is so erotic it’ll provide masturbatory fuel for weeks.
I’d love to make him service me for hours.
Days.
Weeks.
But that can come later.
While I come now.
The delicious tightness of imminent climax coils at the base of my spine and simmers in my balls.
“Neo.” Fighting for control, I scrape out one last command. “I’m going to come in your mouth. Don’t you dare swallow.”
He groans in muffled consent. Or was that protest…?
“Oh fuck,” Zara moans, one hand still holding Neo in place, the other rising to cup her own gorgeous tit and give her pierced nipple a hard pinch. “Fuck yeah. He wants it. Do it.”
Fucking hell, yes.
A tingling rush of fire streaks up my thighs and boils down my shaft.
I arch my spine, tilt my face to the vaulted ceiling, and bark out a sharp cry of triumph.
Then I unload three years of pent-up Romanov-Mercury classroom hostility into my frenemy’s ravenous mouth.