Page 25 of Virgo Queen
To coax her to take more of him.
She softens and yields to him, ah, so beautifully. Just as she yields to me. With every thrust, her exquisite cunt ripples and tightens around my aching shaft. Truly, I will not long survive this delicious torment. My wolf and I, we will fill her with our seed until it spills down her thighs. My alpha will fill her sweet schoolgirl mouth until his spend runs down her chin.
Draco and me, we have never shared another.
Always, he is sweating with fear that his mafia enemies will view anyone he loves as a weakness to be exploited. Remarkable,this, the way he claims this vulnerable, powerless, friendless girl. The way he claims her as his, now, before half the school.
Even when the Gemini queen’s heat has driven us all mindless with mating rut, this act of claiming will not go unremarked or unnoticed by our enemies.
For his enemies are mine.
Now, they will also be Mallory’s.
She is spitted and pinned between us, her tightkokois milking my dick. She is gripping Draco’s powerful thighs for balance, head bobbing obediently under his firm grip as he fists her soft curls.
She’s taking both of us.
Pleasing both of us.
Taking her own pleasure from us in return.
Draco’s eyes, cobalt and icy as glaciers, lock with mine. The sight of me driving brutally into her from behind brings ruddy color rising in the hard planes of his face.
“Amou,”I hiss through my fangs. My wolf whines under our alpha’s brutal stare and yields.
Draco snarls in satisfaction and lunges to kiss me. He is fearless of my fangs, his ruthless mouth and slick tongue still potent from the liquor of his homeland—the flask of aquavit in his discarded trousers.
“Hjartfólgin,”he whispers, tender and secret, against my eager mouth.My hidden heart.
I sigh and moan for him.
My heart swells with all the love for this man he will never let me voice. My fist tightens around my knot and my balls tingle.
Dieu, I am so close to coming.
While we fall into this consuming kiss, I knead Mallory’s prettyderrièrewith my cruel hands and fight not to mark her. My wolf lunges and strains against my will that chains him.
At last, Draco breaks our kiss. He cradles her diligent head and groans, “Hel, such a good girl. You ready to come for us, First Girl?”
When she shivers and moans between us, he says gruffly, “Good. Touch yourself. Stroke that sweet pussy and let us see.”
This, I cannot endure.
My knot swells and my dickspasms. When Mallory’s innocent hand sneaks between her thighs, when her divinekokomilks my dick like an udder, the last link of my hard-fought control is shattered.
I can hold back no longer.
I fling back my head and howl. My climax roars through me like a hurricane.
My cock kicks and floods her virgin hole—this girl we are both claiming, ours, she is ours—with jet after jet of hot seed. In the fire-streaked darkness, the feathers inked across her delicate shoulders flutter and spread.
Her sweet breathless cries are muffled by Draco’s cock, stuffed halfway down her throat. Her hand is still pressed between her thighs. Me, I’m not certain she even knows how to pleasure herself.
But there is no doubt she is taking her pleasure.
From both of us.
This awkward duckling, she has become a swan.
