Page 133 of Gemini Wicked

Even more lethal to my heart.

Vasili’s savage stare locks on mine. “Say it again. Just for me.”

I know what he needs to hear. “I love you, Vasili. You’re mine.”

He shudders hard all over, then pumps into me deeper.

“Fuck,” Ronin groans from the heart. “Gods, love, I can feel that. He’s so hard. And you’re so tight.”

“Uh huh.” I twine my arms around Vasili’s neck and our tongues meet in a slow hot glide. V’s eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed. His cock pulses against my core.

He’s barely holding off his big O. But I want him to spill inside me.

Then my Brit rocks inside me, which drags his Prince Albert against Vasili’s shaft through the thin membrane that separates these two dicks inside me.

And V… he… loses it.

An animal howl tears from his throat. His dick pulses inside me and heat spurts against my inner walls. He pumps into me fiercely, Ronin matching his pace, their two dicks pistoning into me fore and aft in a relentless rhythm that makes hot cum leak past V’s still-erect cock and trickle down my thighs.

Under this kinda attention, my magic moment shoots me into the stratosphere like a goddamn rocket.

I scream in a vibrato that makes a fork of purple lightning zigzag past the glass dome.

Ronin grips my hips and buries himself deep in my ass with a shuddery groan like I’m killing him. When his dick kicks and jets inside me, he slays all three of us.

Pinned limp and twitching between them, all of us trembling and slick with sweat and oil, I’m shattered.

They’re both still pumping me through the aftershocks when the bathroom door flies violently open. Max shoulders in, with a feral-looking Lucius and a wide-eyed Neo crowding in behind.

Max peels his shirt off with one arm and leaps halfway across the room in two bounds, with the other two right behind him. Then he stops sharp—so sharp the other two pile right into the back of him.

“Hi, guys,” I gasp with a loopy grin.

I’m high on endorphins and shifter biochemicals from Vasili’s jizz injection. I’m drunk on Faerie wine and the potent spice of my own mating scent.

But I’ve still got enough left in the tank to give all my guys a ride tonight.

Max gives the air a hard suspicious sniff. His slitted pupils telescope wide.

“Saint Sergius guard us,” Max growls. “Vasili. You are fertile.”

“What’s that, love?” Ronin slips his spent dick out of my pucker and nuzzles a satisfied kiss into the side of my neck.

“I said, Vasili. He is fertile,” Max grates in his gravelly voice. “He is… ready to be filled with eggs.”

“Well, darling, that would be a bit difficult,” Vasili pants, smirking into my muddled gaze. “Since, the last time I checked, I don’t seem to have a uterus. Have a peek under my nonexistent skirt, why don’t you, and see for yourself.”

“Not in this form.” Max is so guttural I can barely make out the words. “As warlock, you are male. But your dragon is… both. Sometimes, in your shifted form, you are female.”

My head and Ronin’s snap toward Max in unison.

“Merciful Christ.” Looming at Max’s shoulder, Lucius’ fangs drop and he literally falls to all fours like a dog.

His wolf will be out any second.

“Oh my gosh,” Neo breathes, eyes huge behind his glasses. He clutches Max’s hand and almost vibrates with excitement. “Max. Are you saying V’s dragon is, like, non-binary?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” V says shortly.

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