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Sweet Jesus. I’m about to get tag-teamed and reamed by both of them.
Chapter Forty-Three
Lucius
I’ve been telling myself repeatedly all night to be exceedingly careful and deliberate with her, my volatile young queen. I know better than any of her mates how powerful a mating heat can be, especially a mating heat during a supermoon.
Now that damnable, luscious brat of a Vasili has ensured she’s been bitten twice.
I can feel Zara’s raw power humming through her sex-drenched body like current arcing through a power cable. But it’s entirely impossible to think coherently about anything beyond the tempting swell of her bottom lifted in the air and that sweet pink rosebud nestled in the pale triangle of her tan lines, that secret passage I have every intention of pillaging. Between the way she looks and the way she smells and the way my wolf feels clawing and snarling to get at our mate, I feel far more like a ravening Mongol raider than a mannerly history professor tonight.
Naturally, Vasili (being Vasili) hasn’t bothered to wait for me. But he is biding his time, stoking her heat with short shallow strokes of his delectable cock inside her, his pretty face going soft with wonder whenever he thinks no one will notice.
I’m fully aware that he has every intention of fucking me through my own heat once he’s finished with hers.
And I’m ruefully aware that, despite my own virginal status in that particular regard, I have every intention of letting him.
But what I need now is simpler and far more immediate. I need the intense anticipation of trapping my queen’s wrists at the small of her back with one hand and drizzling a generous torrent of lubricant, thoughtfully warmed by a spurt of Ronin’s fire gift, all over Zara’s pretty pink hole with the other. I need the shudder of raw pleasure that licks through me when Ronin drizzles more into his own palm and slicks it down my aching length.
I’ve never even dreamed that I need my shy star pupil Neo, who delights and astounds me by leaning in to claim me with a slow sweet kiss.
The two of them are like ministering angels, Neo blushing rosy but eager with his bashful kisses, Ronin all too familiar with how best to work me, so rough he’s almost careless, adding that twist at the end of every hard stroke that makes my wolf and me burn to pin both my male students to the mattress right now and not let either of them back up for a week.
But I’m not my wolf.
I’m in control.
I disentangle gently from their distracting ministrations to probe my queen’s tender hole with my thumb. She voices a breathless little cry that shoots straight to my shaft and arches her back to push into my thumb, so eager she’s fucking herself onto the digit with no coaxing on my part whatsoever.
She’s clearly no stranger to any of this. No, she’s impatient for this, for us, for me, and I’m buried in her tight passage to my second knuckle before I even have to stretch her.
“Bollocks, that’s sexy as fuck,” Ronin grates, watching her pretty rosebud swallow my thumb.
Neo rakes back his hair and leans in to watch with the same utter absorption he shows when he’s poring over his textbooks, except that tonight he’s not wearing his glasses.
“Wow,” he breathes, sounding awestruck. “Is that how I look when I, um…”
“When you take my cock?” Ronin says, and Neo blushes to his hairline. “Yeah, Red, you’re both bloody gorgeous.”
Ronin pulls him into an open-mouthed kiss, which Neo happily snuggles into.
My chest swells with soft and tender sentiment. Dear God, they’re my students, but they’re all so easy for me to love. Even that scoundrel Vasili has been hovering protectively over me since the moment he bit me with a degree of devoted absorption I never dreamed he was capable of exhibiting. If he intends to keep on like this, I suppose I might as well surrender completely to my descent from grace and fall in love with him too.
“God, Lucius, don’t tease me.” Zara’s getting rather desperate. When I withdraw my thumb, she whimpers. But she mewls with pleasure like a cat when I add two fingers and scissor them gently to stretch her.
“I’m telling you, she’s ready for you,” Ronin urges, barely getting the words out between Neo’s increasingly eager kisses.
“Thank you, Mr. Pendragon. I didn’t request an academic critique,” I say a bit testily, because I’m in fairly acute heat myself, and I can barely manage to control it without having to entertain a running discourse on the matter.
“Dear pet,” Vasili gasps between thrusts. “I do believe we’ve achieved—a sufficient degree of intimacy—to justify being on a first name—basis. For the love of God—will you please—get on with it?”
“Yet another peer reviewer joins the fray, Mr. Romanov,” I say dryly, but it’s obvious even to me that Zara’s definitely ready for me.
“Hardly a peer reviewer,” Vasili fires back. “Clearly, I’m the lead author.”
“Cheese on toast,” Zara pants, tugging impatiently at my grip on her wrists. “I’m not a scholarly manuscript. Just fuck me, Lucius.”
That’s obviously the heat talking, and I’m entirely amenable to servicing it, except for one last important detail. I withdraw my fingers from her strangling clutch that’s going to feel so heavenly wrapped around my manhood and cast about with determination for—
