Chapter Twenty-Nine Zara

Chapter Twenty-Nine Zar a

As Zephyr's words ring through the pulsing heat of this fuck palace he's built, that loaded phrase hits the surface of my sex-drenched thoughts like a stone skipping across a pond.

Spreading consequences in its wake.

Moon wine.

That's the magic potion a Fae girl chugs when she wants to hang a flashing sign on her uterus that reads vacancy: inquire within.

When she wants to get knocked up.

A ripple of awareness spreads through my sex-drunk body. I'm still coming down from the massive endorphin rush of fucking Max and half my guys. My own fuck-me pheromones, mingled with Vasili's potent hit of caramel and Max's acrid brimstone mating scent, flood the night air like hallucinogens.

So the cogs in my brain are turning at, like, half their normal speed.

Still, I'm cognizant enough to realize one thing about that moon wine.

I already knew.

I knew, at least on a subconscious level, the minute Lucius said that wine was enchanted.

I knew.

I knew and I kept drinking anyway.

Then I let Max fuck me, even after I knew.

So it seems kinda pointless to act all shocked and freaked out now.

"Yeah." I clear my throat and wade into the pregnant silence. "Guess I just decided to go for it. The witching world needs a Gemini kid. A Gemini butt in the throne after mine to keep Cleo's ass out of it and keep the good times rolling. Plus a fertile queen has magical and symbolic value for all the witching races. That's what's gonna save us from going extinct, remember? And that shit's more important than me not getting tied down."

I tilt my head back to get a look at Vasili, whose tall slim silhouette looms over me like a guillotine, inked against the silver expanse of the Avalon sea. With the sickle moon floating behind him, rimming his silver hair like a crown, and all his psychic barriers locked down tight, he's even harder than usual to read.

"Sorry if I caught you off guard, bad boy," I tell my terrible snake of an alpha softly. "I kinda made up my mind before you fucked me. But I honestly think I've known for a while. The witching world needs this… and I finally feel like we're ready. What with all the shit going down in this harem, I didn't have a chance to talk to you."

He doesn't even hum in acknowledgment.

Which isn't exactly the ringing endorsement I'm hoping for.

But he doesn't strike back either.

Anyway, he certainly knows I'm off the shots, and he still opted to fuck me bare. He coulda used a condom.

I just don't know if that's the vast mindless instinct of his rut making the calls. Or if Vasili actual is piloting his own battleship and his fiendishly clever brain is still calling the shots.

I twist to peer over my shoulder at Max, who's still hovering possessively over me with his impregnating dick locked tight inside me. After literally months of nonstop campaigning to fill my uterus with a clutch of dragonets, my alpha dragon looks ferociously pleased with himself. He's actually really cute like that.

My heart swells and softens at the sight.

I give my satisfied alpha an affectionate smile, then crane past him to see the door.

Zephyr's not a big guy, but he manages to dominate the space. The scabbard with his crossed swords dangles from one hand and his green dragonscale armor is unzipped to the waist. This fashion choice exposes the smooth expanse of the Dark Fae King's olive-skinned chest and the taut ripple of his abs. His green hair is windblown, his sharp-edged face is flushed, and his jade-green gaze is fey and feral .

Yowsa.

That's the way he looks after he's been fucking.

"That's a pretty big decision you just made, princess. Better be sure you're makin' it for the right reasons," Ash rumbles from the stairs.

Gently he nudges Zephyr into the bedroom, angles his wide Seelie shoulders to sidle through the narrow Unseelie door himself, and pulls the door closed to give us all privacy.

"You sure?" Ash finishes softly. He pushes a hand through the rumpled spikes of his pewter hair. He's looking disheveled too, with his doeskin vest gaping open around the impressive width of his chest and his leather Conan breeches half-unlaced over the impressive bulge of his cock.

But his keen silver stare searches my face. "Sure you're ready for all that?"

"No." I push out a chuckle. "I don't feel ready at all. But I do feel committed to you guys. I'm committed as fuck—to all seven of you. Some of these guys have been wanting kids for a while. The others aren't opposed." With the possible exception of Vasili, but I'm not going down that road in front of Zephyr. "I've been the big holdout. And I'm not just changing my mind because Messalina said I'm all wicked on live TV."

"Good," Neo says stoutly. He reaches to pull a pillow over his naked hips, with a bashful look at the two Fae he's not fucking (yet). "Because you're not wicked. You're good . And we want what you want."

"Thank you, baby." I was never really worried about Neo raising hell, but I'm not taking him for granted either, even if he is my fated mate. His warm acceptance and devotion flood through our bond. I wrap myself in that feeling like a blanket.

"The point is," I sigh, "I am the queen. And if I wanna keep the gig, I gotta start acting like one. The witching world needs me fertile and breeding to reverse our own decline. So I know we'll figure it out. Together."

I add this last part with a searching look at Ronin, who's been crouched between the thighs of a spreadeagled Neo and looking all savage and guarded at the Fae.

Looks like Zephyr and Ash interrupted those two in mid-blowjob. Judging by the loopy half-smile that lingers on Neo's face, Ronin must've just managed to finish him off before the interruption .

Zephyr pulls in a slow breath. His gaze drifts from me to Vasili, who's lurking in the shadows like a rattlesnake about to strike, then to Neo and Ronin.

When his stare locks on the watchful Ronin, something in Zephyr's face ignites.

"If 'tis truly the case, my bride," my Dark Fae murmurs, his voice unspooling like a ribbon of gray silk through the sex-soaked night, "I'm certainly prepared to do my part. Your mortal queendom is not the only royal realm that requires an heir. Preferably, in my case, a daughter with royal blood. My Unseelie have grown… accustomed to a female sovereign."

For weeks now, I've been pushing back when he calls me his bride, because it's always implied something he shares with me that excludes the others (except for Ash).

Now, for the first time, I feel like it doesn't.

Plus Zephyr's just hopped on the baby bus.

A fragile bubble swells in my chest. More ephemeral and fleeting than a soap bubble. But that shining bubble of hope feels a lot like happiness.

Slow down, showgirl, I tell myself sternly, before my optimism spirals out of hand. That happiness shit's, like, premature. We've still got issues in this harem. Major issues.

" That's putting it mildly, little queen," Vasili says under his breath, in a tone like acid.

But, for him, that's a mild reaction. Plus he's the worst of my warlocks (by far) and the one who's the most opposed to adding Zephyr to the harem.

Although V definitely does have designs on Ash.

That's been obvi (at least to me) since those two met cute last spring.

To be honest, they met when V abducted Ash at spearpoint.

But Ash seems to be kinda into that. Seems to be standard courting behavior in fairyland.

"Okay." I sigh and give an experimental wiggle around Max's dick. My dragon's softened up inside me (kinda) since he came, though his barbs are still engaged.

But I haven't been fucking him all these months without paying attention .

"It's okay, big guy." I snuggle my back into my alpha dragon's front and coax him to roll over with me so we're both lying on our sides. "You filled me up with dragon cum. You can do it again later. But right now? Mission accomplished. Time to make room in my hoochie for Lucius."

Lucius snarls in surprise.

My headmaster's shifted back to fully human. He's stationed himself between the Fae and non-Fae contingents in this bed, all ready to mediate the conflict, while we deal with Ash and Zephyr turning up.

Now the immediate prospect of getting inside my pussy pushes his inner diplomat into the background and switches Lucius' wolf side right back on again.

Lucius drops to all fours on Zephyr's big round bed and howls like the beast he is. His chestnut curls tumble down around his face, his thick knotted cock swells between his corded thighs, and his claws burrow into the shimmery Fae duvet hard enough to shred the thing.

Straight up? Lucius is impressive as fuck.

Plus he's the one guy in our polycule Max defers to.

Max grumbles and snorts a dragonish protest into the back of my neck. But, for Lucius' sake, his barbs soften enough for my dragon to work his forked dick obediently outta my snatch.

When he pulls out, a gush of warm spunk spills out to slick my thighs. With reverent fingers, he diligently pushes his spilled cum back into me (which is hot as fuck). Even though there's already a lot of him (and Vasili) still squishing inside me.

"I will yield for Lucius," Max mutters. "For now."

"Good dragon," I murmur.

Max nuzzles a possessive kiss into his mating scars on my shoulder that makes my inner dragon purr for him. Then he rolls away.

I can already feel the relentless focus of his breeding kink shifting to V, who's gonna have to fend for himself in this new situation. But he's the Goblin King and totally capable.

I mean, if all else fails, he can just backhand Max in the face again.

Knowing my snake, he might do that anyway, even if he's feeling receptive.

That's his standard courting behavior.

Me? I'm gonna have my hands full (along with various other parts of my anatomy) integrating those two Fae into our polycule .

My gaze shifts to my wolf king, who's eyeing me from halfway across the bed, so ready to pounce that he's trembling.

"Lucius," I say softly. "Come."

"Your wish," he growls through his fangs. "My command."

He bounds across the bed in a feral scramble that has Ronin diving out of his way with a laugh. If he were Max, he'd have me balls deep, face down, ass in the air and stuffed with dick before I could say doggie style.

But this is Lucius.

He knows how much I need to make this harem work—for all of us. Plus he's linked up with me pretty tight, so he knows exactly what I'm thinking.

He dives in to claim my mouth in a fangy kiss that ramps my vampire fetish right up. I moan appreciatively into his mouth and stroke his wild curls back from his tortured face.

"Hiya, Teach," I whisper against his kiss. "Wanna make some puppies?"

His breath breaks around his wrecked voice. "Christ. I have never wanted anything more."

He tucks up tenderly against my back, spooning me into his sheltering strength while we're both on our sides, and lifts my upper thigh to open me up. His hairy chest rubs against my shoulders and his pubes prickle against my well-ridden ass. From behind, his thick dick prods my soaked and well-stretched snatch, then slides inside with an audible squish.

I whimper with anticipation. He lets out a deep groan of need.

V and Max have already worked me open pretty good, but Lucius is a lot to handle.

Knot or no knot.

Titanium pussy, I remind my lady parts like a mantra. You can take him.

My pussy cooperates with a gush of girl juice to help me accommodate all that girth. Lucius fits himself in, stretching my inner walls and filling me so full of wolf cock my eyes cross. He fills me till the base of his knot nudges my pussy.

Then he takes a gentlemanly breather to let me get used to the stretch .

I mean, just until he knots me.

I gasp and undulate against him, working myself up and down all those inches like a stripper on a pole. My mating scars are tingling and my clit is swelling with a sweet ache for the imminent promise of that knot.

He growls and mouths my puncture scars and ruts gently into my pussy. I pulse and clench and quiver around him.

He's so fucking considerate, so deliberate and controlled, even when he's lost in the grip of a vicious mating rut, that grateful tears rush into my eyes.

"God, Lucius," I say on a shaky sigh. "I know I'm hormonal right now. It makes me weepy. But I swear to fuck, you're everything."

His wolf mutters, deep in his chest, a low velvet rumble of affection and pleasure.

Still linked tight through our bond, Lucius rolls onto his back and pulls me with him. Now I'm sprawled on my back too, with his bestial strength pressed into my spine. His thighs spread me wide so all our guys can see his ruddy shaft pushing ruthlessly in and out of my glistening folds. His hands, hard and callused from running through the woods on all fours, wrap around my tits and thumb my pierced nipples roughly.

A current of pleasure sweeps through me, sweet and sharp. Stars sparkle and burst before my half-mast eyes.

Or maybe that's my power rising.

The Avalon skies are alight with violet lightning.

My headmaster's offering me to anyone who wants me in a way that feels obscene but is so fucking hot. I let my head fall back against his chest and squirm against him, enjoying this sense of being spread and dicked and helpless, offered up to the whole room for fucking.

In a blink, Vasili coils between our spread thighs and rears over me with a hiss.

But he's not alone.

Zephyr, with his uncanny Fae speed, crowds right in next to him. Behind the green slash of his eyepatch, his wild face burns with smoldering purpose. His lips part to expose his tiny fangs and his hair spills over one shoulder in a silky green tangle.

At least, he's finally left his swords behind.

"Careful, Your Imperiousness," V sneers at him. "You're not the tyrannical king in this little harem. That distinction belongs to me . If you join, I'm your alpha."

Zephyr's smoldering gaze shifts from my spread and spitted form to drift slowly over the naked warlock lurking at his side.

"Vasili Nikolayevich Romanov," my Dark Fae breathes. "I'll not deny I have… certain designs… in mind for you. But I won't challenge you for her. Tonight I only wish to share. 'Tis what you do in this harem, is it not? Do you not share… everything?"

By now, Zephyr's stare has made its way over V's sleek abs and streamlined hips to my snake's pretty cock, which is once again erect and straining and ready for me.

Clearly I'm not all Zephyr wants a piece of.

Needless to say, I thoroughly approve. But Vasili's cagey and tricky as fuck to woo. Poor Max has been trying for months.

So I decide to lend our Unseelie a hand.

"The two of you can start by sharing me," I say huskily. I clutch the rumpled blankets in both fists and writhe on Lucius' cock as he pistons slowly in and out of me, working me wider for his knot. "Lucius won't mind a little extra attention either. Will you, Teach?"

"No," Lucius rasps, thick and guttural. "I won't mind a bit."

"Hmmmm." Vasili still sounds highly skeptical. But his gaze sneaks back to where I'm joined to Lucius. My cunt clenches under his predatory interest and my clit pulses with heat.

But Zephyr seizes the opening I've given him. His wicked hands skate up my inner thighs to spread me wider.

With a moan, I release my death grip on the bedding and reach for my aching clit.

"I'll have none of that." V darts in to catch my straying hands and pins them to the bedding on either side. "I own that delectable cunt of yours, darling. Our Lucius is, of course, a welcome guest."

He doesn't say a single word about Zephyr.

But at least V's not actively pushing him away

Now I feel even more exposed with the three of them surrounding me: Lucius fucking me, Zephyr spreading me, Vasili pinning me to the mattress. When Ash looms suddenly behind Zephyr, shrugging out of his vest to expose his colossal chest and the flex of his six-pack abs, that feeling of exposure gets even more intense .

Sweet Jesus. These guys of mine.

My need is spiraling like a corkscrew coaster. I swear to fuck I'd cream all over the four of them—if I could just get a hand on my clit.

While I writhe and moan against them, Zephyr leans in to press his hot lips to my inner knee. I never even realized (till right this second) that's an erogenous zone. Then he mouths his way up my inner thigh with tortuous slowness.

Ash leans in to gather Zephyr's loose hair in a gentle fist so we can all see what he's doing.

"Not fair," I gasp on a laugh that's almost a sob. "All four of you ganging up on me."

"Whoever said love was fair." Zephyr's silky whisper tickles the sensitive crease where my thigh joins my crotch.

Ash huffs out a chuckle and squeezes Zephyr's neck in a tender clasp.

Good thing I'm not really opposed.

For the first time ever, I've got all seven of these guys in the same bed. There are still fissures between them. Ash is still wearing pants and barely participating, Vasili's barely tolerating Zephyr, and Ronin's definitely hanging back and watching (but he's got Max and Neo all over him—my adorable bookworm, who always knows exactly how to help, is distracting both of them so sweetly.)

So it's a start.

It's actually a pretty fucking awesome start. You better believe I'll take it.

Not that I'm being given the choice to do anything else.

By now, Zephyr has his mouth right over where Lucius' cock is tunneling into my pussy. At the first taste of our mingled essence, my Fae gives an appreciative murmur.

Lucius gasps out what sounds like a Hungarian curse that makes me grin.

Now that skilled Unseelie tongue is stroking both of us, Lucius' pistoning shaft and my eager snatch, lapping up Max's jizz and V's spunk and some of Lucius' precum with every swipe. I know that shit's getting to Vasili (who likes a little cream pie himself) because the Goblin King's intense interest in this entire proceeding is snaking through our mating bond.

Every purposeful swipe of Zephyr's tongue around Lucius' cock and my pussy lips stokes me higher, because I really want some clitoral stim, and Zephyr's the closest thing right now to providing it. And, with Zephyr mouthing persistently over my wolf's swollen knot, Lucius is finally losing his grip on all that ironclad self-control.

"Merciful Christ." Lucius sounds like he's dying. "Your Radiance—"

The Dark Fae King huffs out a laugh against Lucius' knot and my slickness. "Oh, I dare say you can now call me Zephyr, Lucius. Rest assured I'm nowhere near finished with you either."

Under the extra lube of that Unseelie tongue, plus Lucius' increasingly frenzied fucking and all the other action going down in Pussytown, that wolfish knot stretches me wide and finally seats inside me with a pop!

"Cheese on toast," I yelp. "That's one tight fucking fit. Oh, sweet Jesus, Lucius…"

Rigid and trembling with effort against my back, Lucius howls to the heavens with triumph.

Zephyr (who's got an up-close-and-personal VIP seat for all this) moans like he's just been knifed (again). Vasili pins my flailing hands harder to the bedding and swoops in to capture my shrill cry with a snakebite kiss that burns with the honeyed potency of enchanted moon wine.

I'm barely aware, from the supple brush of dragonscale against my inner thighs, that Ash is peeling Zephyr out of the rest of his armor.

So that's one more guy in my bed who's nakey.

Clearly my Seelie Prince is only playing wingman right now.

But at least he's playing.

He hasn't turned on Ronin. And Ronin isn't running away—

Then the fiery inferno of Zephyr's diabolically skilled mouth closes over my aching clit in a hard sucking pull that launches me right into orbit.

My orgasm slams through me like six G's of gravity, pressing my skin to my bones and making this whole tower vibrate with intensity.

I arch into Vasili's kiss, clench tight around Lucius' knot and the fierce piston of his cock, and tumble spinning into the night sky blazing with stars all around us. Lucius bays at the sickle moon and flies with me, the hard kick and spurt of his climax flooding my basement, the thick bulge of his knot bottling all that potent wolf seed inside my fertile pussy.

I'm still blind and gasping and shuddering with climax when Vasili (who hasn't exactly been #TeamPlaypen during this whole breeding debate so far) leans over to snatch up the moon wine and tip a generous pour of potent tartness into my open mouth.

I guzzle that shit down my parched throat like it's the desert and I'm dying of thirst.

"In for a penny, in for a pound," Vasili whispers. His glacier-blue eyes burn down at me. "Are you certain about the Unseelie, darling? Really, truly certain?"

Zephyr's mouth lifts from my clit, which is exactly the right thing because I'm super sensitive after just coming like that, so he can listen in.

I meet the Dark Fae King's single eye, suddenly wide with apprehension, and wonder if he's ever gonna feel comfy enough in my bed to take off that eyepatch. I can tell it chafes him to sleep wearing the thing, but it's like a permanent part of his armor. I've never seen him without it.

"I am," I pant into the sudden, trembling silence, broken only by Lucius' labored breaths. "I really am. You're one of us, Zephyr. Ash is too. Whatever happens now, whoever knocks me up, we're all in this together."

Ash studies my face with his level gaze, then gives me a slow nod.

"Gonna take me a little time to get used to… some of this." His keen silver stare flickers toward Ronin, then he fixes on Zephyr with a furrowed brow. "But assuming Sparrow here's game? You can count me in, princess."

"My word on it." Zephyr crawls up my body like a cat, dragging his supple olive-skinned frame right up against V's tall pale length. His Unseelie scent of burnt amber and dragonscale perfumes the night air. His cock rears from a lick of moss-green pubic hair that tickles my tummy. The contact leaves a slick of precum in his wake.

"My word," the Unseelie repeats intently, head turning to lock on V's suspicious stare. "Your enemies are my enemies. Your allies are my allies. All your offspring, from any sire, I shall protect and champion as mine own. Whatever you love, I too shall love—with every fiber that remains intact in my twisted and damaged soul .

"If…" Zephyr pauses, his face fractures, and my heart nearly stops. "If, that is to say, you are willing to accept me, with all my… flaws… and Ash alongside me, into this harem. If that is so, then we are—both of us—yours."

Now he's asking me about his eye.

About whether it matters to me that he's disfigured (which is the way he sees it).

I don't give a single shit about the eye, except for the damage its loss has clearly caused to both Zephyr and Ronin. So I suck in a breath to jump right on that offer. (I mean, two Fae for the price of one? That's like a blue light special in the fun department.)

But before I can answer, my snake pounces.

"Do you expect someone to give you a medal, darling?" Vasili's lashes, slicked with mascara in cobalt blue, drop over his dangerous stare. "So you're damaged goods like the rest of us. Don't expect anyone here to be impressed. Let's just hope that fabled Fae word of yours is worth the hype."

Too quickly for anyone to react, V shoots out an arm to wrap around Zephyr's tousled green head, then dives in to seal the promise.

The Goblin King fuses the Dark Fae King's alluringly cum-stained lips with his in a fierce claiming kiss.