Page 13 of Virgo Queen
So I do it again. I rise up on tiptoe and lick into the slick liquored welcome of Draco Mars’ kiss.
“Ah,oui…”A feral whisper breathes in my ear, even as Jae’s vicious hands steady me and push me into the kiss from behind. “Take what you need from us,bébé.”
I can’t even believe I have Jae Labête’s lean feral heat pressed against my back. He’s half shifted, judging by the clawed hands curving around my hips and the heavy rasp of his breath in my ear. His narrow hips press into my butt. The tensile heat of his erection, jutting hot and thick against the seam of my thighs from behind…
Just… wow.
Jae’s obvious boner—and the totally confident way he owns it—makes my girly parts clench around that hot ache in my empty core.
I guess I should be scared of the big bad wolf lurking behind me. Everyone else in the whole Academy is terrified of him. They say he can’t control his werewolf, hisloup-garou,especially when the moon’s full (like it almost is tonight).
Me? I’m powerless.
I’m Little Red Riding Hood, lost in the woods.
The unique magic of my species—the trait we’re known for in the lore—has never manifested in my mixed-blood DNA. In the witching world hierarchy, my magical mediocrity makes me a nobody.
Still, somehow, I know Jae won’t hurt me.
Am I crazy for trusting him—trusting both of them—trusting the two scariest guys in my whole residential college?
Am I crazy for trusting the wolves?
Even if I am crazy, I want these two and what they seem to be offering. I want every shiver and pulse and gasp of pleasure they can wring out of me. I whimper and squirm against them, between them, wanting both of themsomuch closer.
Geez, my heart is beating so hard. The drumbeat of my own pulse feels like wings beating under my skin.
“Tell us you want this, you,” Jae growls, thick and guttural, into the nape of my neck—right over the tips of my tattoo. “Before it’s too late. Before we go too far. We aren’t quite the beasts rumor makes us to be,chere.”
Even Draco stops kissing me to wait for my answer. His warm breath fans my lips. I open my eyes for a peek and find his arctic blue gaze burning into me.
“You want us to stop?” Draco rumbles ominously. “Better tell us now, First Girl.”
Here’s my first chance—maybe my last chance—to regain control. If I wanted that.
But I don’t
Trapped between the two of them, my whole body is melting. I don’t want time to think. I don’t wantlessof these unprecedented sensations I’ve never felt before. I’m twenty years old, I’m finally starting to live outside the covers of my Academy textbooks and my secret stash of spicy romantasy novels.
I don’t want less.
I wantmore.
Faced with my silence, Draco’s pale brows furrow and his eyes narrow. “Well?”
“No,” I blurt.
Jae hisses and Draco growls.
Geez. Way to go with that silver tongue, McSnicker.
My bottled-up words spill out in a rush. “I mean, no, don’t stop. I want this. With you. I wantbothof you.”
Jae’s breath gusts against my neck and his clawed hands recoil. For a second, I’m really afraid I’ve said the absolute wrong thing. Then, with a wolfish snarl, Jae’s lithe frame twists toward the gift table. With a careless sweep of his arm, he pushes my birthday presents roughly to one side.
Without warning, Draco tightens his grip on my waist and boosts me effortlessly into the air. I squeak and clutch his shoulders. He deposits me on the table, my long legs and platform heels dangling off the edge, sparkly skirt riding up around my thighs.
I bite my lip and peek up at this monumental guy looming over me. He’s such a beautiful man, pale as a vampire, with his silver hair and his Nordic face and his ruthless lips all ruddy and warm from our kiss. He’s like Spike fromBuffy the Vampire Slayer.No, actually, he’s more Alexander Skarsgård—the Eric Northman of the Icarus Academy.
