Chapter Eleven Zara

I'm so hot for that knot, I feel dipped in fire.

I'm already slick and dripping from sharing Lucius' dick like a popsicle with Max for the first time ever. The two of them finally hooking up is the most fabulous birthday gift I could've gotten after this whole shitty day.

Meanwhile, my greedy cunt is opening wide like a mouth to welcome my wolf king's mating knot.

Our scents mingle with the crisp tang of burning applewood from our friendly fire. Max's rich aroma of leather and brimstone smells like oiled dragonhide, while Lucius' dark musk is all wolf. And Vasili…?

Man.

V's pumping out enough caramel and vetiver, laced with potent feel-good pheromones, to take the top of my head off.

Among the four of us who scent, we're kicking out enough pheromones to make our whole polycule high.

"No more dawdling, little queen. You heard our headmaster. He wants you on the floor. That's the faculty talking." Vasili's usual liquid purr is rough as sandpaper. His raspy voice in my ear spills a shiver down my spine.

I sneak him a peek. An uncharacteristic hint of color rides his high cheekbones. A furrow digs between his perfectly shaped brows like he's pissy as fuck (which often happens) or maybe perplexed (which he hardly ever is).

But it's the icy fire raging in his glacial gaze, rimming his pupils all blown wide, that makes the butterflies in my tummy swoop and dive .

Yowsa.

Of all my guys, I always figured me talking about (maybe) making babies would be a massive turnoff for our snake. Like something I could actually lose him over. He's made it one hundred percent clear he despises kids even more than he despises cats.

Instead, for some reason, he's so lurky and possessive tonight he's making me nervous.

Weird.

"You gonna put me in detention if I disobey, Teach?" I shift my sultry stare to Lucius.

Because, no matter what's going down with V, I legit can't keep my eyes away from that knot Lucius is packing.

"No." Lucius' baritone rumble is so gravelly it's practically a bark. "There will be no mere detention for you tonight, Ms Gemini. If you disobey me now, I'll turn you over my knee and finally administer the bare-bottom spanking that saucy ass of yours is begging for." His growly voice plunges another octave. "But first, I intend to knot you. On your knees."

Well, alrighty then.

Very clearly, Lucius is in a mood. I aim to take full advantage before his Old World gentleman manners resurface.

I give my headmaster a bad girl wink and saunter toward the fire, hips swaying, the ends of my curls teasing the base of my spine, my apparently saucy ass on full display.

In unison, Maxim and Lucius fall in on either side.

Stalking me like the predators they are.

To my surprise, Vasili's right there with them, bringing up the rear. So I can't turn tail and run.

Not that I'd ever run from them.

But this aching clench of need in my uterus, these powerful ripples of craving that are swelling my clit and drenching my pussy? This sweet edge of hunger that has my empty cunt clamoring to be overfilled and overstuffed and overridden?

This whole hormonal experience?

Intense.

My heart is pounding so hard it's practically audible in the expectant silence that hums and arcs among me and my guys like an electric current. All my guys—even Ronin and Neo, who don't shift, aren't alphas, and have never seemed overly compelled by the collective let's all get Zara pregnant now obsession—are lurking and eyeing me like they're a pride of African lions, lying in wait in the long grass, and I'm the lost baby giraffe that just wandered past.

In other words, I'm dinner.

By now, we're all either naked or stripped down to our skivvies. Ronin's just wearing his leather pants. And we're all sweating. The fire's warmth licks at my skin and bathes the high ceilings and Roman frescoes that dance across the walls of our ancient villa in a cozy light. Shadows coil under the canopy of our big medieval bed.

I hate that my gaze sneaks to the windows—just to confirm what I already know. Our curtains are drawn tight to protect us against prying eyes and judgy news crews.

This is our family.

Our time.

Our choice.

And for once, it's gonna be private.

The warm spot before the fire sports a colorful Turkish carpet whose thick weave cushions my bare soles from the cool mosaic floor. I like to lie there sometimes when I study. Neo's already scrambling for a fat feather pillow to baby my knees.

When he pops back up, I loop my arms around his neck and rise on tiptoe to claim his warm eager lips. He tastes fresh and bookwormy and minty from his spearmint toothpaste.

Neo might not be an alpha. But I don't want him feeling left out.

"I won't be." Following my thoughts without effort, because of that whole fated mate thing, and also because I'm his alpha, he sighs and smiles against my mouth. "I'm right here with you, babe. Same as always."

I breathe in his clean comforting smell of sage and lavender and snuggle into his brawny body. My fingers coast over his boxer briefs to squeeze his luscious glutes.

"Will you mind waiting your turn tonight, baby?" I whisper. "If I promise to take care of you?"

"l don't mind waiting. You making changes with your shots isn't this whole shifty issue for me." He wraps his big hands around my ass and tucks me up against his mouthwatering boner. "I mean, we're just talking about it. But even if you decide something? Like if you're ready to come off the shots?"

His earnest green eyes blink down at me through his glasses like a wise owl. "I'm not gonna lose my shit."

"Yeah, me neither." That's Ronin prowling up behind me—literally the only guy in our harem who'll risk getting between me and Vasili when our snake is on the slither. Ronin wraps his sinewy arms around my waist and tucks his leather-clad boner into the crack of my ass.

Oh, yum.

I twine an arm up and back, around his neck, and wiggle my sexed-up body between my two guys. Not gonna lie. I love being the meat in this man sandwich.

But I can't get distracted here. This is important terrain we're all navigating.

"So you're good with all this… baby talk?" Geez, I'm almost whispering the B word. That's how charged the atmosphere's gotten in this bedroom.

Just hearing the word makes Max rumble and Lucius growl. Under the fire's crackle, Vasili pulls in a slow hiss.

Ronin snorts and tucks my back into the sleek plane of his tattooed chest, then nuzzles my neck with his hot lips. "I'm the baby of this lot, aren't I? Won't even turn twenty till August. Figure I've got a bit of time then, haven't I? Before I start queuing up for daddy duty."

My former bully's going straight for the jugular—I mean, for the scars of those double punctures Lucius left in my neck from his wolf's mating bites. They're super sensitive.

With a sigh and a shiver, I tilt my head to give Ronin access to the spot.

I always forget how young Ronin is. He's so fierce and capable and totally lethal. But it's a good reminder of another reason I'm holding off on firing up my ovaries to make little witches.

Nineteen (and a sophomore) is way too young to be a dad.

Lucius' worried face appears at Neo's shoulder, chestnut curls tumbled around his bare shoulders in yummy disarray. "Dear God, you're all so very young. In truth, perhaps we shouldn't—"

"Not making any decisions tonight, Teach." I'm answering him, but I'm reminding all of them. I lock onto my headmaster's intent stare with a provocative grin. "Unless you changed your mind about knotting me?"

That's me punching his buttons.

When his wolfish eyes glow an evil red and he starts getting fangy, I know it's working.

Neo gives my cheek an affectionate nuzzle, then shuffles aside with a grin to make room. Lucius grips my chin in a clawed hand and looms over me. The prod of his fiercely erect cock juts into my belly in a way that lights me on fire.

"On your knees now, Ms. Gemini," he rumbles, all husky and Hungarian. "I'll tolerate no backtalk. Or I'll make you suffer."

Vasili huffs in surprise, because Lucius has just totally stolen his line.

I barely bite back a giggle.

Geez, my hormones must be going haywire. I'm not normally a giggler.

"That's you all sorted then." Ronin snickers into my neck and nudges me toward the pillow on the floor. His hot hands turn predatory as he shoves me hard to my knees. "Teacher's orders, love."

Ronin might not be jonesing for diaper duty, but clearly I've triggered his own inner bully.

My knees sink into the thick pillow Neo borrowed from our medieval bed. I fall forward on my palms, carpet rough under my fingers (we're gonna need to be careful about rug burn), and spread my knees wide to expose my soaked slit. I deliberately tilt my hips to place my ass at the most provocative possible angle and just work this deliciously exposed and submissive posture to the max.

Queen or no queen, I love it when my guys get a little dommy.

I especially love it in the sack.

I let my hair spill forward over one shoulder and glance coyly back at Lucius. He's looming over me like the monster he is, breathing heavy and grunting like a beast in the forest, with his monster dick jutting before him like a battering ram, knot fully engorged and ruddy with intent. He wraps a fist around his shaft to give himself a few hard strokes, baring his teeth when he squeezes his knot.

Then he drops heavily to his knees behind me with a snarl. His wild chestnut curls spill halfway down his back. A thick pelt of fur sprouts across his powerful chest .

Fuck, he's right on the edge.

I really wonder how he's gonna manage not to shift.

Max is lurking right behind him, with his golden dragon eyes flaming and the bulge of his dick shoving against his tiny jungle-print briefs.

Through our mating bond, the powerful vise of our dragon's rut closes around me and clenches.

Whoa.

That bond is so strong it almost hauls me to my feet and drags me toward him, like a telekinetic fist I can barely resist.

Max is holding back out of deference to Lucius. But he's getting really close to losing it.

"I can take more than one of you at a time," I tell my dragon, low and husky. "Why don't you come over here and choke me with your big cock?"

His slitted pupils blow wide and black with purpose. Moving with a carnivore's prowly grace, he stalks to a halt right in front of me. That placement puts his scarred back to the fire, rather than the door or anyone else in the room, so he can bury his childhood demons for a while and focus on us.

Staring down at me with ruthless intent, he sweeps his golden hair back with both hands and twists it into a swift braid to keep it out of his way. The cold lines of his Slavic face harden with a determination that makes my pulse skyrocket.

From my hands and knees, I give him a sexy stare that says come and get me . My inner dragon purrs and bridles for her mate.

Holding my gaze, he shoves his briefs brutally down his legs. His exotic dragon dick thrusts before him in all its glory, thick like a devil's forked tail that flares wide, then tapers at the tip. The twin barbs are the pointy bits where his tail forks widest. They're always uber-sensitive, and they lock us together when he fucks me.

I'm used to his junk, we all are. It's part of him, part of the whole Maxim Rasputin experience.

In our different ways, we all love him.

But I'm not expecting the thin shining river of precum that drizzles from his cock. It's, like, a lot.

I think that's his dick's way of warming up for a mating rut .

"Do I please my sovereign?" he rasps, his Russian accent all thick and broken with need.

"Oh, Max." My chest splits wide open with love for him, for all our guys, even when I'm raw and achy from missing the two that are MIA. "You always please me, big guy. Come here and let me show you how much."

A groan rips from his throat that sounds like he's being tortured. He grips my head in one hand. With the other, he offers me his dripping cock.

His hands are shaking. That's how hard this whole rut is hitting him.

Gently I close my hand over his to steady him, then encase his tapered cockhead with my lips. When my mouth closes around his tip, he barks out a hoarse cry.

My dragon queen croons to comfort him. I hum around his cock, which jerks and twitches with need. Then I swirl my tongue around his complicated dick like a lollipop.

The drizzle of precum smeared over his hot silky skin tastes like burnt cinnamon. The tawny nest of curls between his thighs smells like brimstone and leather. I lick over his slit and coat my lips with his fluids, slick as oil (which is another new thing).

All this moisture he's producing is, like, the perfect lube.

Well, this is convenient, big guy, I whisper through our bond. You gonna save some of this for our other mates later?

He's in my head and he's hearing my thoughts, so a hard shiver runs through him. And I'm definitely hearing his inner narrative, which is all rutting dragon.

My mate my queen lock fuck breed you will ripen my Zara mine—

Fiercely he grips my head in both hands. I know he's fighting like fuck not to shove himself down my throat and thrust into me. He's slowly learning to give everyone in our polycule the space we need to navigate his unique dragon anatomy.

Still, I hollow my cheeks and suck him into my mouth right up to where he flares widest, just before his barbs. Because once we pass the point of no return and he's fully seated in my mouth, those barbs of his will engage and lock.

Then it'll be all over but the moaning.

The puff of hot breath against my exposed ass is all the heads-up I get before Lucius' rough wolfish tongue slicks down my taint and dips into my soaked snatch .

A throaty moan rolls through me. My thighs spread and my hips cant higher, basically offering my wolf full access to my pussy like the shameless hussy I am.

He snarls and fucks me with his tongue like he's about to do with his cock.

Like he means business.

Like he can't get enough of the way I taste and smell and sound.

His fierce pleasure, his sense of possession, all sharp and spiky with alpha aggression, surge through our mating bond. Where my neck meets my shoulder, the twin punctures of his old mating bites tingle like vampire bites.

He grips my hips to hold me still and rides me with his tongue while I clench and pulse around the thrust of that slick organ.

I moan and whimper and back off Max's dick just long enough to gasp out, "Lucius."

My wolf growls against my dripping cunt between long hungry licks. "Your sweet quim is… already opening for me… my queen. But you're still… very tight."

Under all my warlocks' heated stares, I clench with a gasp around his probing tongue. His distended fangs tease my tender pussy. His gruff wolfish rumble vibrates against my core. "How your hole will milk my knot."

Sweet Jesus. Sign me up for that shit.

My inner dragon purrs with pleasure. Guess she and I are both on board.

Max grips my head and eases my mouth back down around his dick. This time I pull in a deep breath and take all of him, navigating his pointy bits with some skill (we're all learning!) until his fat cockhead nudges the back of my throat.

His barbs flare wide. Wide enough to claim his terrain and secure his place. Too wide for me to back off his dick until after he cums.

But I'm used to this shit.

Max kneads my head and rocks into me. I wanna help, but he holds me steady so he's fucking my mouth. His first few thrusts are slow and careful, he's being polite to start, but he loses that restraint pretty quick.

Now his pace stutters into short hard snaps that heat me up better than the fire crackling behind him. I love it when my guys lose it, love it when they abandon every scrap of control, love it when they fuck me like they mean it and they can't make themselves stop. Max is grunting with every stroke. The nudge of his dick against my tonsils is triggering my gag reflex (since I can't swallow him).

I fucking love every second.

My dragon's rough thrusts shove me back onto Lucius' ruthless tongue, which my other alpha doesn't seem to mind a bit. Instead, my wolf's strong hands spread me wider. He's got my pussy and my pucker on display back there like they're butterflied.

When Lucius' tongue withdraws from my aching core to swipe over the throbbing heat of my clit, my inner dragon spreads her wings. I jerk and let out a keening cry. Of course, the sound is muffled by Max's cock.

"No more foreplay, darlings." That sinister purr is all Vasili. Suddenly, he's crouched right next to me on the carpet, long and pale and sinuous, peeling out of his teal jockstrap like a snake shedding his skin. "Sweet fuck, our little queen's more than ready. For all of us."

Then my snake slithers under our linked bodies, under the London Bridge of me on my hands and knees, spitroasted between Max's dick in my mouth and Lucius' tongue in my pussy.

My tits are hanging free and unmolested. That changes when Vasili's cool hands cradle my girls and his silky mouth closes around one pierced nipple.

He goes right for the pinprick punctures of his mating bite on my tit, because of course he bit me like Cleopatra's asp the first night we fucked. The slick of his tongue over those tiny scars shoots a zinging jolt of pleasure, like Cupid's arrow, straight to my clit.

Fuck. Me.

Now I'm really losing it.

I whimper and arch into his wicked suck.

Vasili's tall body uncoils beneath me, his legs winding between mine and Lucius', all of us shifting to accommodate him. My Goblin King's laser-focused on licking and sucking and teasing my already overstimulated nipples. Under this assault, my tits feel even more swollen and full, like this devoted attention from one of my alphas is having an actual hormonal effect.

Lucius shoves three fingers (claws retracted) deep in my slick and ravenous cunt. When I clench around him with a moan, he snarls with satisfaction .

He's testing my readiness to take his knot.

Cheese on toast, Lucius, I gasp through our bond, while he finger-fucks me slowly, with tortuous restraint. I'm your queen. I can fucking handle you, okay? I can handle all of you.

I writhe between them, my mouth full of Max's dick, my cunt full of Lucius' fingers, with Vasili's long sexy body undulating against me and his hot sucking pulls on my nipples making me even wetter. All my shifty senses are super acute and honed to a wicked edge, so the tiny moist sounds of Lucius' fingers riding my cunt sound amplified, along with Max's heavy breathing and Lucius' bestial grunts and the slither of leather somewhere behind me as Neo works Ronin out of his pants.

Because we're all linked, I feel the sizzle of every new contact.

Like this one right here, when Lucius' hand drops between us to find Vasili's hard length and starts stroking.

"Dear pet," my snake gasps, sounding breathless and ragged. "Don't tease. We're all waiting for that knot of yours. Why don't you lube him up, Ronin? That's a lot of cock for our little darling to handle."

Now this I'd love to see.

Ronin murmurs something low and sexy and obliging. Lucius rumbles and eases his soaked fingers out of my eager pussy (which is reluctant to see him go, but thrilled for what's coming). Neo pipes up too, volunteering to help, sounding all curious and excited in a way that makes me smile.

But of course I can't see.

All I can see is the tight flex and ripple of Max's Adonis belt. My nose is currently buried in the tawny nest of Max's pubes while I suck him off like a porn star. His dick is pulsing and his pace is quickening in short urgent stutters and he's clutching my head like he's honestly afraid I'll stop.

If I back off an inch, I'll run into an issue with his fully flared and extended barbs.

So I wrap my arms around his thrusting hips and fill my palms with his tight little ass and let his heavy swaying ball sack hit me in the chin with every thrust.

This maneuver arches my spine and pushes my tits even more in Vasili's face, which he totally does not protest.

In fact, Lucius has barely vacated the premises of my hoochie when my snake's cool arms twine around my derrière to angle my hips the way Vasili apparently wants. V's quads shove into my inner thighs to splay me even wider.

I barely have a heartbeat to register the supple prod of his shaft against my soaked and primed girly parts. Then Vasili arches into me with a single violent thrust that fills my empty cunt with the smooth wet glide of goblin cock.

You fucking snake! I voice an outraged groan around Max's dick. That's supposed to be for Lucius. Vasili—oh, fuck—

"Well, I did warn you I wasn't in the mood to wait. What did you imagine I meant?" Vasili breathes out on a gasp. "Besides, it's unfair of you to hog that knot of his. I want some too."

He's laughing, that fucking terror of an alpha is actually laughing like the psycho he is, literally while he fucks me.

He got poor Lucius to back off on a total ruse and now he's fucking me himself.

I'd be pissed as fuck if my eyes weren't already rolling back in my head with pleasure.

Alpha shifter spunk is what I need to break my heats, and I'm getting that hit of biochemicals now from both ends. Max is so turned on by V's show of dominance that it's pushing him right over the cliff. Hoarse cries wrench from Max's chest as he pumps into me, hard and fast, cries edged in his dragon's brassy rumble. I'm drooling spit and precum around his thrusting dick in a way that's messy, yet somehow also deeply satisfying. I savor the feverish flex of his ass under my palms and I'm clutching his butt so hard I'm probably gonna leave nail marks (which he'll love).

Meanwhile, my tits are bouncing in Vasili's face with every stroke (which he loves). In fact, I'll be really lucky if that snake doesn't take the bait and bite me again—

The hot hairy press of Lucius' half-shifted body engulfs my ass and the backs of my thighs. My thoughts splinter as my headmaster rubs the engorged head of his cock along my taint and roots between my thighs.

And Vasili, for all his horrible bully tendencies, actually downshifts to a slow, teasing, barely-there rhythm that I know is meant to accommodate our wolf.

My durable pussy can handle two dicks at once, and these two like to share. So the first stretching burn of Lucius' cola-can dick pushing into me just makes all three of us sigh in unison .

But the bulbous press of Lucius' knot against my hole makes my breath hitch and my eyes widen.

Suddenly I'm not at all sure how this whole arrangement is even supposed to work.

"Lucius," Vasili gasps, with none of his usual silky eloquence. "I—she's—well, we're full in here."

"Easy, loves," Ronin murmurs to all of us, in a voice that's thick with arousal. His hot Leo hand strokes along my thigh. Thanks to that wicked telepathy he's rocking, he's linked to all of us. "Give her just a little of that knot, Lucius."

Lucius is clearly past human speech at this point, but he voices a guttural growl and presses into me. The slick press of his lubed knot stretches my cunt wide, so wide, wider than it's ever been stretched.

But I'm made for this. For them. For all of them. I'm queen of the witching world.

The witching world needs this.

There's nothing wicked or shameful in me loving them all like this.

And I will not be denied.

I release a soft sigh around Max's dick and let my cunt unfold around all this cock like a flower.

Vasili shudders and moans like I'm torturing him. Lucius' wolf whines with need. Neo and Ronin, kneeling on either side, ease my knees gently wider to accommodate all this action.

"Take a deep breath, babe," Neo whispers, his strong hands kneading my quivering quads. "You can do this."

Finally, under our combined efforts, my body yields to this supersized intrusion with a shuddery sigh.

Well lubed by Ronin's efforts and my own copious slick, the hot bulge of Lucius' knot presses against my tender folds till my pussy waves the whole flag and surrenders.

When Lucius' knot seats deep inside me, his wolf gives a short bark of triumph.

Vasili hisses with pleasure and rocks into both of us.

Max's dragon trumpets and mine roars.

Behind me, I sense Ronin and Neo falling into each other's arms in a hug of shared victory that quickly turns heated.

"Wolf king." Max pants in his guttural accent, between thrusts that make all our joined bodies rock and sway. "We are yours. We are all—yours to command."

I have no idea where this submissive streak in my incredibly alpha dragon is even coming from. I mean, literally, who knew?

But I am here for it.

Then I'm lost in it, this, them, all of them.

Max loses his mind first in a violent climax that spills spurt after spurt of hot cinnamon jizz down my throat. I gulp and swallow and slurp him down till my eyes water.

Neo falls to his hands and knees on the carpet beside me, face turned toward me and glasses askew, his eyes squeezed shut, flushed and whimpering with pleasure while Ronin fucks him deep and long at last.

The sight of Ronin's tawny tattooed body flexing, inky hair swirling as he pounds into sweet Neo from behind like some kinda sex demon, is so hot it's pornographic.

Vasili's coiling and writhing beneath me like he's out of his Goblin King mind, pistoning viciously into the tight vise of my snatch and fucking Lucius at the same time as their cocks glide together inside me. My snake's hot breath and sharp fangs against my defenseless tits are a constant menace.

But I'm his to ravish. In all the ways. Always.

And Lucius.

Sweet Jesus.

Lucius is a grunting, growling, savage beast, his hot hairy bulk pressed into my back, his thick dick hammering into me with ruthless purpose. That monster knot of his locks all three of us together, probably for a good long while.

I'm teetering right on the brink of a climax that's gonna blow every fuse on the island (again).

Vasili's sharp cry and the hot kick of his alpha shifter cum spurting against my inner walls push me hard over the cliff.

Now I'm in free fall, pinwheeling through the night, my blind scream of rapture mingling with the resonant roar of my dragon. I convulse around Lucius' knot, squeezing that fat bulb of flesh like a washcloth, and he joins me in a bellow that releases a gush of hot shifter spunk that floods my basement and inundates V's cock.

Ronin is swearing like a sailor getting off, Neo's yelling with a very unbookwormlike abandon and clutching my hand, my guys are all with me as we plummet.

The pop of the bulb on the desk lamp blowing just adds an exclamation mark to the sentence.

Let this whole goddamn island know we're fucking. These guys are mine and I'm keeping them and I'm ruling with them—all of them—at my side.

And Cleo Ferrari, my so-called rival for the witching world crown?

My backstabbing bitch of an ex-BFF better stay the fuck outta my way.