Page 122 of Gemini Wicked

Zephyr’s wiry arm shoots around my waist and drags me close. Simultaneously, he rises on tiptoe to give our Seelie Prince a hard claiming kiss that makes my pussy weep.

Ash’s massive wings close around both of us to enfold us in a dark cocoon of warmth. Suddenly we’re enveloped in eiderdown softness.

“Mmmm, that’s what I’m talking about,” I sigh blissfully into Ash’s soft doeskin vest.

“Never again,” Zephyr whispers into Ash’s kiss, so soft only I can hear it. “You swore never to leave me. I was prepared to summon the very kraken to free you, my heart.”

“Kraken, huh?” I turn my face into the silky spill of Zephyr’s moss-green hair and breathe in his burnt amber spice. My lips brush his pointy ear in a way that makes him gasp. “First I’m hearing of that.”

“You mustn’t expect me to spill all my secrets.” My Unseelie twists like a cat.

And suddenly his mouth is scorching mine.

The sweet spice of cloves and nutmeg—his distinctive aphrodisiac taste—sweeps over my tongue and floods my senses. This is the first time we’ve kissed since Zephyr turned back up. Kissing the Dark Fae King is like falling through a wardrobe into the enchanted land of Narnia. The hot slick of his tongue plunders mine with a consuming demand that tightens my nipples and roughens my breath. His tiny fierce incisors prick my lip.

A lick of heat sweeps through me like a bonfire and makes my hair rise and swirl. Under the gusset of my dragonscale catsuit, my cunt softens and opens for him like a night-blooming flower.

“My bride,” Zephyr moans into my mouth. One hand closes around the back of my head to deepen our kiss. Pretty soon, he’ll be tonguing my tonsils.

I moan into his mouth to encourage him.

“How I’ve longed for you… these weary weeks,” he breathes against my lips between fiery kisses. “Tonight I shall make you mine… so completely… you will never again… doubt me.”

Hell to the yeah for that shit.

That’s what I’m talking about.

Xhevith’s distant bugle rises from the lair, now somewhere below us in the purple twilight, under this balcony suspended high over the faerie sea. The haunting sweetness of lotus drenches the soft night air.

“Oh, God, Zephyr.” Head spinning with need, clit aching with hunger, I grip a fistful of supple dragonscale and a fistful of doeskin and pull them both into me.

Both my guys.

Plus Xhev, who’s linked up telepathically with his rider, in kinda this daisy-chain effect.

This is the way we’re all meant to be.

Almost.

From the open balcony doors behind me, an ominous subterranean growl rolls out. That’s Max’s dragon, deeply in rut, responding to Xhevith’s distant challenge.

“It’s okay, Max.” I emerge from the warm cocoon of Ash’s wings and reach a hand back for my dragon. “I’m right here, big guy.”

At least he knows Ash, so there’s no need for intros. But Max is rutty as fuck, so he engulfs my hand in his hot grip and pulls me back possessively against his lean frame. While a crescent moon floats like a canoe over the night-dark sea, I wind an arm around Max’s narrow waist and tuck a hand into the rear pocket of his ripped jeans to squeeze a palmful of taut dragon ass.

This dragon shifter of mine needs to put on weight, for real.

He’s always been lean, he was half-starved growing up, plus he burns a ton of calories shifting and fucking.

Now he rubs his bristly jaw into my neck to scent me and rumbles a grumpy warning at both Fae to keep their distance.

My inner dragon croons to reassure him, and his dragon grumbles back at her. The thing he really needs right now (more than reassurance) is pussy, and ideally a clutch of his dragon eggs filling my uterus.

But for that, he’s gonna have to wait.

And then share.

I wonder if I’m gonna have a problem with him tonight.

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