Chapter 36.4
Neo
I burst into Max’s bedroom at a gallop, because my cherished one is calling me. Zara needs me in here.
But the minute I clear the threshold, I almost trip over my own feet.
Zara’s in bed with Max and V, they’re all nakey except for this tiny scrap of black lace lingerie that Vasili’s wearing. He’s stretched languidly, flat on his back, while Zara straddles his head (facing Max) to let V feast on her divine pussy.
That alone would be enough to knock me over, because I’ve actually never seen Vasili eat her out before.
She’s the only girl V’s ever been with. I think he’s kinda self-conscious, you know, about his technique?
So I’m really excited that he’s comfy enough to do this right in front of us.
But while he’s spreading her gorgeous folds, already glistening with her cream, and tonguing her in a way that has my fated mate moaning and circling her hips against his tongue and sneaking a hand down her tummy toward her clit…
Whoa.
Max is using Vasili’s own knife to slice him out of those black lace panties.
Guess our dragon’s managed (somehow) to coax that knife, and actually the whole arsenal, away from Vasili.
Who honestly does not seem to mind.
Zara’s facing the door, which means she’s facing me. When our eyes meet, her lips curve in a sultry smile.
“Hi baby,” she says, all husky and breathless because of what V’s doing. “Take everything off for me. I’m gonna take care of you. We’re gonna break your microheat.”
Wow.
I’m so on board with that plan.
Since I guess, you know, the guys aren’t gonna kill each other after all. V feels all slinky and scheming, as well as sexed up with his usual predatory passion, through our mating bond.
But I honestly don’t care why he’s scheming, as long as no one’s bleeding.
I hate when they fight, for real.
I kick out of my loafers, shove my chinos and briefs down my hips, shuck my shirt, and scramble into bed. I’m already so hard my junk is bobbing in a really obvious way.
Max turns his head to eye me with those slitted dragon orbs and bares his sexy fangs. Like he’s imagining the mating bite he still hasn’t given me (because Vasili).
But I’m not as shy about that kind of thing—I mean, being all hard and nakey—as I used to be.
It’s crowded with four of us in this Fae-sized bed. We’re all three of us good-sized guys, even if Zara’s tiny.
But we make it work.
I crawl around behind Zara, because she’s gonna need my support if V keeps tonguing her like that.
He eats her pussy like she’s caviar, spearing his long tongue inside her and fucking her with it, then drawing the flat in lazy swipes along her soaked slit.
Sweeping circles around her clit. Lapping delicately at the juices running down her succulent thighs.
Zara’s losing her mind for him.
Her perfect Marilyn Monroe face is all dazed and breathless with pleasure, hand toying with her pretty pierced nipples, the other groping blindly for the headboard to hold herself up.
The rich roses-and-cream of her mating scent drenches the soft night air.
That potent cocktail of her pheromones and Vasili’s—both my alphas—makes my skin tingle and my balls clench. I wrap my arms around my beloved queen from behind and tuck up against her.
Breathing her in.
Nuzzling her neck.
Filling my hands with her lush breasts and slotting my cock along her slick snatch.
Which means the next time V licks along her folds, he’s also licking the underside of my extremely interested junk.
I whimper and rock into both of them.
His arm snakes between our tangled bodies to wrap around the back of my thigh, so he’s holding both of us.
“Well, hello, First Boy,” he purrs against my dick.
“Ohmygosh!” I gasp. “Hi.”
“Mmmm, baby, just like that.” Zara winds an arm around my neck and pulls me down to her soft mouth for a hot kiss that makes my whole body hum with happiness.
Against my lips she whispers, “You’ve been waiting long enough. Go ahead and fuck me with that monster bookworm dick.”
My bookworm dick jumps at her words. My chest gets tight and my breath gets ragged.
She fits me where she wants me, at just the exact right angle. Wasting no time, I sink deep into the hot suck of her divine pussy with a moan. My arms tighten around her, fitting her back against my front. Her sweet ass tucks into my pelvis. I fill my hands with the ripe globes of her breasts.
She arches back into me with a shuddery gasp, arm tightening around my neck, one hand gripping my quad for balance.
This change of position gives Vasili a breather from the tongue play. Which I figure he probably needs.
Because Max seizes that exact moment to stop scenting and pushes V’s knees up toward his chest to expose his pucker.
This is usually where those two guys stop, like a jumped needle on the old-fashioned phonograph Lucius keeps in the library, because of all this lurking alpha bull crap between these two.
V’s breath hisses in. His hand clenches around my hamstring.
But he doesn’t push Max violently away with some cutting comment that flays the hide off him.
V doesn’t react the way he normally would.
And Max, who was raised in a homophobic culture and has been kinda shy about giving any sort of oral action to the guys in our polycule, raises his head to give V a smoking look.
Then Max just dives in to eat the guy’s ass like he’s literally been doing it all his life.
Yikes.
Vasili lets slip a ragged gasp.
Zara moans and clenches around my dick, because she’s really getting off on this (just like I am, to be honest, I’m so excited to see these two of our guys finally getting closer).
V’s other hand gropes around with none of his usual deadly purpose, then laces through Zara’s grip on my thigh.
Now it’s all four of us together, the way I love so much, all of us linked through our mating bonds. V and Max, like, really need this to cement the bond between them.
Then maybe Max will finally bite me .
I’m supporting Zara and Vasili both. My aching dick is seriously ready to blow.
But I don’t want this moment to end.
Ever.
Max’s strong suntanned hands push V’s knees higher, letting that dragon really dive into the whole rim job in a way I want to cheer. V clutches both of us like we’re all that’s keeping him from drowning and struggles to swallow the whimpers of pleasure our dragon is wringing out of him.
Because of course, being Vasili, he doesn’t like to show what he’s feeling.
“You’re doing really good with him, Max,” I gasp between pumps into Zara’s perfect pussy, because I figure he could use some encouragement, and V’s not really the type to provide it. “Uh, keep up the good work.”
Zara’s really close to coming herself. But she gives a breathless giggle and turns to nip my ear with her sharp shifty incisors.
Oh Lordy, that does it.
Any sort of bite from either of my alphas always makes me lose my mind.
I arch into Zara’s tight rippling heat and explode with a yell they can probably hear all over the palace. As I spurt and kick inside her, my fated mate sobs and writhes against my cock. Her hair swirls in a teal cloud and her body lifts from the bed.
But V and I both anchor her.
We’re all getting used to this new manifestation of her Gemini queen superpowers.
She levitates now when she cums.
When Zara slumps, limp and panting, against my body, I sag back against the headboard to hold us both up.
That’s where I still am when Max lifts his head, somehow looking both sheepish and determined, and sweeps back his long hair.
Gruffly he says to V, “Does this please you? What I am doing? Or should I stop?”
Now it feels like the entire palace holds its breath.
I peer over Zara’s shoulder.
We both look down at Vasili.
The Goblin King’s lashes flutter against his cheeks. Finally, his lips part. “There’s lube in my blazer pocket.”
That’s all he says.
But for Vasili Romanov, that’s literally like an Olympic medal of affirmation.
Max growls and dives for the blazer.