Chapter 39.5
Zara
“Do you expect someone to give you a medal, darling?” Vasili’s lashes, slicked with mascara in cobalt blue, drop over his dangerous stare. “So you’re damaged goods like the rest of us. Don’t expect anyone here to be impressed. Let’s just hope that fabled Fae word of yours is worth the hype.”
Way too fast for anyone in our bed to react, V snakes an arm around Zephyr’s tousled green head, then darts in like a rattlesnake to seal the deal.
V’s acknowledging that promise the Dark Fae King just made when he committed.
To me. To him. To us.
To the queen and all seven of the warlocks in her— my— harem.
Fuck.
Barely a minute ago, Zephyr was licking my pussy like it’s an Olympic sport and he’s going for the gold. Despite the fact my cunt is dripping with warlock spunk from all the fucking.
Which means Zephyr’s been eating cream pie.
Now, under the light of a Faerie moon in the octagonal room in the high tower of Zephyr’s Unseelie palace, over a sea that shimmers with starlight, Vasili brands the Dark Fae King with a fierce claiming kiss.
That’s what I’m talking about.
Oh hell to the yeah.
Vasili and Zephyr.
If these two rival warlocks of mine are finally gonna defuse the landmine of sexual tension that’s been lurking, since Day One, under the treacherous surface of all their top-dog rivalry and stabby aggression?
If they’re finally gonna stop trying to kill each other?
If they’ve finally decided to detonate that arsenal of repressed sexual tension crackling between them by fucking each other instead?
Sign me the hell up.
I am here for it.
Still spitted on the bulge of Lucius’ pulsing knot, I’m lying spreadeagled and face up in bed with Lucius pressed against my back. His hairy thighs spread me wide from behind, and his thick shaft stretches my inner walls. I squirm with pleasure on his cock.
My wolf shifter headmaster—who’s buried so deep inside me—is at least the fourth of my warlocks who’s fucked me tonight.
By this point in the proceedings, I’m so wet I squish.
But that knot of his does what it’s supposed to do, anatomically speaking. The swelling knot at the base of Lucius’ cock keeps every drop of shifter spunk bottled up inside my well-stretched snatch, to maximize his chances of siring a litter of shifter pups.
Sign me the fuck up for that too.
After all, I’m queen of the witching world. (I mean, I will be. Soon as I steal my crown back.)
And the thing the arcane races need the most, before we all go extinct, is baby witches. Shifty or otherwise.
God knows, Lucius Aries is doing his part.
As Lucius rides out the final spurts of his shuddering release with a few slow thrusts, my pussy ripples and grips his girth. Zephyr and Vasili kneel between our spread thighs with their mouths fused together. V’s cruel fist is knotted in the spill of Zephyr’s moss-green hair.
Dreamy with climax, I lift my head to watch.
Ah, Vasili.
He’s my snake. My villain. My dominant alpha.
Pale body tall and supple as a ballet dancer at the Met. Gilded punk-rock hair all tousled and disreputable from fucking. But his long pretty cock fully primed and ready for another round.
Feeling the heat of my stare, Zephyr surfaces from Vasili’s snaky kiss to give me a sultry grin.
“Eyes on me, Your Radiance,” V snaps—because yeah, that’s how you address the Dark Fae King in this joint, even though V sneers every time he says it. “ Always. That’s one lesson you’ll learn in a hurry if you intend to survive in this harem.”
Zephyr scowls at the sneer and lets his tiny Dark Fae fangs peek out in a menacing snarl. Of course Vasili, who has his own shifty incisors, looks totally unimpressed.
Even though he really should be.
Zephyr’s sinewy olive-skinned frame is smaller and more feral, cruel features divided by the green eyepatch he never takes off, pointed ears peeking alertly through his vivid spill of hair.
But the knotted muscles in his shoulders and biceps are honed by the physical labor of riding and reining a three-ton dragon.
Because Dark Fae royals like him?
Here in Avalon, Dark Fae royals are dragonriders.
Right now, all eight of us in this fragile polycule are locked together by the potent promise of Zephyr’s Unseelie oath, still echoing in the summery stillness of the Avalon night.
“Your enemies are my enemies. Your allies are my allies. All your offspring, from any sire, I shall protect and champion as mine own. Whatever you love, I too shall love—with every fiber that remains intact in my twisted and damaged soul.”
“Christ,” Lucius groans in my ear, a hot lick of breath as he pants into the tangle of my sweat-damp hair. “My dear, if you’re not breeding a litter of pups… after tonight’s activities… it won’t be due to… lack of effort… on my part.”
I grin and lick my lips, still tingling with the honeyed fizz of the enchanted moon wine we’ve all been guzzling like water. That potion is charmed for fertility and potent as fuck.
We hope.
“Could be dragonets instead,” I murmur, not wanting Lucius to get his hopes up. Because we’re all fucking, so any of these guys could technically do the honors. “Or just little witches and warlocks who don’t shift at all. Either way, we need ’em. And we’ll love whoever we get.”
“We will,” he whispers fervently into my hair.
Speaking of love.
My gaze veers from the electrifying sight of Zephyr—who’s clamped a hand around Vasili’s slim throat in a total power move to assert his dominance over V as my alpha. (Good luck with that, Your Radiance.)
Right alongside, Max and Ronin are tag-teaming Neo.
Braced on hands and knees between our two mates, Neo has lost his bookworm glasses. His soft purple curls are tousled. He’s all flushed and disheveled in the most adorable way.
But all that attention’s making him so happy.
A soft smile plays across my lips.
When my gaze shifts to Ash, my smile slips a bit.
My Ash.
Sure, the Seelie Prince is Zephyr’s acknowledged consort. He’s the Potions prof at the Avalon Academy for Promising Royals of the Dark Fae Court.
Like Lucius, Ash is faculty with benefits.
But Ash is also the last of my warlocks to find his place in our cobbled-together polycule.
Beyond any doubt, he’s Zephyr’s and he’s mine. But he’s still holding back and not fucking the rest of my guys.
For reasons .
At least he’s stripped down to his doeskin breeches. Ash’s feathered wings have melted into the gorgeous black-and-pewter tattoo that spreads across his massive shoulders and down his corded back. That’s how a Light Fae hides his wings.
Sweet Jesus.
Right now, I’ve got a perfect view of all that ink.
Because Ash’s back is turned.
Ash has volunteered for sentry duty—I mean demon duty, we’ve got a demon problem right now—so he’s scanning the moonlit sea for the coil and thrash of tentacles. (The local demon is a kraken shifter.) Under a crown of spiky gray hair, Ash’s bulging shoulders and biceps are knotted with tension.
Even though the Avalon sea is dead quiet.
A dragonish growl gets my head back in the game going down in this bed.
That’s Maxim, gripping Neo’s hips from behind and bottoming out in Neo’s accommodating ass. Max’s buttery blond hair swirls around his cruel Slavic face as he rides our bookworm like a rutting dragon.
Which is a fair analogy, because Max is one.
Did I mention my latest superheat has thrown all my shifter guys into full mating rut?
That means a wild ride for all of us.
“Easy, love.” Ronin cradles Neo’s head to hold him steady and backs off a few inches, so his own cock isn’t knocking poor Neo in the tonsils. “That dragon dick of Max’s. Lot to handle, innit?”
“I don’t mind,” Neo mumbles around the head of Ronin’s dick, blinking owlishly up at him. “Besides, Max really needs this right now. Because of his rut.”
My heart swells and overflows with love for him—Neo—just the sweetest guy in my whole harem.
They say I’m the force that drew us all together. The Gemini queen and her Gemini kings.
But I know the truth.
It’s shy Neo Mercury who holds us together, all eight of us, with his generous heart and total sweetness.
Hearing this exchange between Neo and Ronin, Max lets loose with another guttural growl. Slitted pupils narrow in his flaming eyes. His nostrils flare wide with offense.
“I am no rutting beast,” Max mutters. “If you wish, Neo Mercury, I can stop.”
Sure, that’s what he says.
But my dragon king is gripping Neo’s hips hard enough to bruise. This whole time, Max is hammering into our bookworm hard enough that our round bed rocks and sways like a bird’s nest in a stiff breeze.
I lever up on my elbows to check out the sitch, using Lucius’ broad chest for support.
Lucius’ knot is softening, so there’s a chance my pussy might get a little breather before the next act.
My headmaster helpfully cups his hands around my butt, retracts his claws, and gives me a little push to brace me.
From this new vantage, I tilt my head and study Neo.
He’s planted solidly on hands and knees between Max and Ronin’s pistoning hips, leaning his wide shoulders into Ronin’s quads for support. That’s a lotta dick for anyone to handle, and Max just offered him an out.
But Neo isn’t one to complain.
“Careful with him, big guy,” I say softly to Max. “Even if he’s consenting.”
“I am always careful,” Max rumbles.
Neo’s head turns and his earnest green eyes—kinda bleary without his glasses—shift to me. “I’m good, babe. I’m consenting. Really. Let me do this for him. I mean, both of them.”
Neo’s my fated mate, so I can feel him really clearly through our mating bond. Plus I’m a decent telepath, so I can feel all my guys (except my two Fae, whose brains work kinda different). Neo’s sexed up as fuck by Max’s rut, plus he loves giving Ronin head.
So I realize Neo really is okay.
Plus I trust Ronin (who’s not a shifter, therefore not in rut) to keep an eye on things over there.
More worrying in our bond is Vasili’s lurky malice. Telepathically, right now? My dominant alpha feels like a serial killer lurking in the castle basement.
Clearly, he’s up to something.
I mean, something worse than usual.
I spare V a narrow look and shoot him a warning through our bond. Something you’re planning for Zephyr you wanna tell me about, bad boy?
Vasili hums and sends back, Not particularly, little queen.
Yeah, no. That isn’t the reassurance I’m looking for.
Those two guys are back to kissing like it’s a form of mortal combat, with V still gripping a fistful of Zephyr’s hair, and Zephyr practically crushing V’s throat.
Their naked bodies—one pale as milk crowned in a shag of silver hair, the other a dusky olive, punctuated by a moss-green lick of pubes—are locked together and straining for dominance.
Z’s free arm clamps around Vasili’s waist to claim a palmful of V’s tight little ass. Zephyr snarls and frots against Vasili like he’s gonna spill all over his cock.
Shit. That’s hot as fuck.
If only my snake of an alpha were willing to let the other guy have his moment.
Instead, Vasili hisses in warning and snakes a hand between their locked bodies to wrap around Zephyr’s jutting dick.
“By the moon,” Zephyr breathes on a long groan, arching into that wicked touch. “You’re insolent. But far too pretty, I vow, to discipline. Come, Vasili Romanov. Show me how you pleasure your king.”
Uh-oh.
That’s a royal command my dominant alpha will not tolerate.
I gasp and struggle off Lucius’ knot. My headmaster pops free with a low groan. As I push to my knees, a hot trickle of warlock cum spills down my thighs, mingled with my own lavish juices.
Vasili’s head snaps toward me, eyes flashing like blue ice. His malicious amusement coils and slithers through our mating bond like a water moccasin.
I hold my breath and wait, heart lodged in my throat, for V to puncture Zephyr’s inflated ego with a single vicious strike.
Silhouetted against the ripply volcanic glass with moonlight glowing in his hair, Ash’s massive frame angles toward us. The Seelie Prince is clearly ready to spring to his Zephyr’s defense like an avenging angel.
Even Ronin—who’s poised at the pinnacle of having his soul sucked out through his dick by Neo’s eager hoovering—turns his head to watch this scene unfold, hair swirling around his shoulders like a cloud of ink, amber eyes flaring with alarm.
V’s arm flexes and ripples as he jacks Zephyr’s cock. He knows his way around a cock, V does, and the wet steady rhythm of his fingers smearing precum down Zephyr’s straining dick ignites the atmosphere in here like a lit match tossed in a gasoline tank.
Suddenly Lucius looms on his knees behind me. He’s watching over my shoulder, breath hot against my neck, his rasping exhales all rough with carnal intent.
Zephyr’s hand shifts from throttling V’s throat (which my snake honestly seems to be enjoying) to clutch Vasili’s shoulder in a desperate grip.
Z’s head falls back and his face contorts with pleasure.
When V darts a hand between Zephyr’s legs to cup his balls, a primal groan rips from my Dark Fae’s chest like he’s being tortured.
Sucking in a ragged breath, Ash turns all the way around to watch. His big fists clench and his shoulders tighten till he practically vibrates with intensity.
But Ash’s craggy face is impossible to read. He’s still standing in silhouette against the starlit sea.
Well aware that we’re all watching, and hogging the spotlight in typical Vasili style, my snake draws out this moment like the sadist he is—prolonging Zephyr’s pleasure, but delaying his climax.
When Zephyr’s perched right on the edge of spilling in his hand, Vasili purrs, “You’re not my king, little tyrant, and you never will be.
But you are one of hers . Now, thanks to your fucking enchanted moon wine, she’s fertile.
I want to watch you feed Zara this royal cock of yours until she squirms.”
Those words ripple through all of us like a plucked chord.
Like we’re all harps and my dominant alpha knows just how to make us all sing.
“Oh, fuuuuck.” That sound rises, not from my throat but straight from my heart, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. “Cheese on toast, Goblin King.”
Zephyr’s head snaps toward me, feral face divided by the green slash of his eyepatch, one fang slipping into view.
His exposed eye kindles in naked hunger.
Because Zephyr and me, we still haven’t fucked and made up since he reappeared in my life after ghosting me and my harem for ten effing weeks.
“In other words, Your Radiance …” Vasili distorts the honorific with Goblin King mockery, but at least he’s using it, and I guess that’ll have to be enough. “Your complete focus tonight is to make our little queen come until she sees flaming comets. Disappoint her, and I’ll make you suffer.”