Page 24 of Virgo Queen
“Le Bon Dieusave you,” I mutter, deep and guttural in my chest. Her innocent scent of rain and honeysuckle floods my senses, mingled with the primal musk of sex.
Dimly I hear Draco, myamou—the powerful mate I would openly acknowledge as my alpha, if only he were wolf—he is commanding me sternly to wait.
But Mallory herself, she is all invitation, arching her back and pressing her ass into my loins. Her tattooed wings pulse and shimmer against her skin like silver.
At this moment, myloup-garou, my terrible wolf, he owns my cock. At the base of my shaft, my knot is swelling purple with need.
I fist my knot hard to hold him back, him, because this girl—she is not ready to be knotted.
But no force under Heaven can stop me from pressing my dick against the slick folds of Mallory’s divine pussy. No force can stop me from working my swollen cockhead into the hot tight suck of her hole.
I mean to be careful, eh? But Mallory is gasping and moaning and nestling her sweetderrièreinto my pelvis.
And my wicked wolf, he is lust incarnate.
A jolt of raw lust coils at the base of my spine. My shoulders bunch, my quads tighten, my hips surge forward of their ownaccord. Her tight pussy envelops me… ah, inch by inch, she is exquisite, this is torment… while I rein in my beast until I groan with effort.
Pinned in my terrible clutches, Mallory quivers like a trapped bird. Her cunt, her sweetkoko,ripples and pulses around my demanding length. I forge forward until my knot lodges against her pussy. (Even that, my wicked beast demands. How he burns to knot her!) But my fist, wrapped firmly around the throbbing bulb of flesh at my base, protects her tender flesh from this final assault.
Under the invasion, she remains very still—still and trembling—but slowly, her head turns. Her wide eyes, glowing like pools of mercury, lock on mine. Her thick lashes flutter.
“Oh,Jae,”she moans, low and husky. “Oh my God.”
Every cell in my body sings with triumph. My head falls back in a long possessive howl.
When my vision clears, there is Draco, standing before us with his thickzozojutting proudly before him and his cold face blazing with our shared need.
“That’s it,” Draco says thickly, encouraging both of us. He cradles her head and strokes her fiery curls. “You’re taking his big cock so good, little girl. You’re gonna make him blow. He’s gonna fill your sweet pussy with his cum.”
Then myamougives me a look of stern warning that makes my balls clench. Grimly he orders, “No knot tonight, yeah? We save that shit for later.”
Now my wolf howls in protest. I bare my fangs at my alpha, but he is right to protect her. For Mallory’s sake, I grip my knot harder and restrain my wolf to slow shallow strokes.
Ah, this girl, she was made for fucking.
So responsive.
Every rough downstroke, every slap of our hips colliding, wrings another breathless moan from her virginal lips.
When Draco’s gaze returns to her, his harsh face softens. Just as his cold mafia heart has softened for this girl. “You wanna come for the two of us, don’t you,hjartfólgin?”
“Yes.”From her hands and knees while I drive into her from behind, she gazes up at him like the sweet girl she is. “I want all of him. But I want all of you too, Draco.”
Then this innocent creature leans forward to drop a sweet kiss on the head of Draco’s straining dick.
His brow furrows and his jaw knots. His hands clench around her head until his knuckles whiten. “Mallory—fokk—I can’t—”
“It’s okay,” she says softly. “You won’t hurt me.”
When she laps at his thick dick like a kitten lapping cream, a harsh Icelandic curse rips from his lips.
Yet he’s helpless to resist her, her shy licks that paint his cock with her pretty tongue, the gentle way she kisses and nuzzles his cockhead with curious lips.
Ah, she is made for this. Made to please us.
Gripped by a powerful compulsion to claim this wild skittish creature, my own thrusts quicken. Every slap of my hips against her sweet ass nudges her mouth a few centimeters deeper onto Draco’s dick.
Finally, his big hands wrap around her head to guide her.
