Page 58 of Gemini Wicked

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.

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