Page 132 of Gemini Wicked

You should know there’s a queue for her cunt, my snake volleys right back at him. And I’m first.

He’s so awful Ronin starts laughing. It’s the wild unhinged kinda laugh that’s the reason half the school calls him a psycho.

But I’m so thankful to hear Ronin laugh (even like a psycho) after the shit he’s been through tonight. I disengage from V’s cock with a pop! and give my horrible alpha a coy upward look.

Vasili gazes down at me through hooded lids. His pupils are all dilated to swallow the cool blue of his irises. A hectic flush rides his elegant cheekbones.

“Don’t be a brat, Goblin King,” I warn him with a wink that makes him snarl. “Better hurry if you want first pussy.”

In a blink, this tub (which really wasn’t built for three) is full of slippery punk-rock warlock. My alpha’s crouching between my legs with water splashing around his thighs and lotus petals clinging to his tummy. I lean in to tongue the neat punctures of Lucius’ mating scars on his sinewy inner thigh.

“Naughty queen,” he growls. “Don’t tease.”

Then the velvet fist of V’s telekinetic witchcraft plucks my dripping body right out of the water and—holy fuck—impales my needy pussy balls-deep on his dick.

Whoa.

Vasili’s normally a foreplay-first kinda guy. He likes to sample and nibble and graze before he feasts.

But tonight, somehow, he’s starving.

His possessive arms close hard around me. He shoots to his feet with me spitted on his dick and fused to his body by the force of his witchy gift. I yell and wrap my limbs around his slippery frame to find some kinda leverage. My cunt clamps around his cock and pulses with hunger for all those eager inches. His face hardens with ruthless intent and his mouth opens on a feral growl.

He lunges for my kiss. My mouth fuses with his honeyed heat. I lap the taste of Faerie wine off those sexy fangs he’s always hated.

Vasili snarls and grips my ass and pumps into me, setting a hard desperate rhythm that makes me see stars. The tiles echo with the slosh of water and the carnal slap of flesh on flesh.

Behind me, Ronin coils to his feet. His hot feral body winds around both of us. His impatient dick rides the crack of my ass, the smooth ring of his Prince Albert slick with oil. I’m really slippery back there, and he’s both skilled and motivated. He works his way around Vasili who’s currently hogging me, our snake’s hands simultaneously engulfing my ass and spreading me wide.

“Mine,” Vasili growls at both of us. “This is mine.”

“Yeah, I know, love,” Ronin moans. “We’re both yours. Not gonna challenge you for her cunt while you’re rutty.”

Cheese on toast. Is that what’s happening?

Is this my cool, aloof, inscrutable alpha—the guy whose only shifter genes are recessive, who literally needed the biochemical hit of Lucius’ bite to trigger his first shift?

Is Vasili going into rut?

V’s eyes open and he gives me a sly look. “If I am, darling, then lucky you.”

Well, shit.

That’s all three of my shifter guys in rut.

Clearly, Ronin knows how to placate a rutting alpha. Vasili subsides into short slow thrusts while Ronin fits his pierced dick against my pucker and starts working his way in, inch by tortuous inch.

His mouth meets Vasili’s over my shoulder in a scorching kiss.

I like ass play and I get lots of it in this harem. But I still whine at the burning pressure of Ronin’s cock filling my ass. My head falls back on a gasp. Vasili wraps his telekinesis around our abandoned bottle and drizzles a trickle of honeysuckle wine between my breathless lips. I gulp and swallow the cool fizz.

When Ronin bottoms out deep inside me, we all moan and shiver. Now I’m the bacon in a warlock sandwich, pinned between their hot slippery bodies, filled to bursting with warlock dick in all the best ways.

“Sweet Jesus,” I whisper. “I love you guys.”

These two together. They’ve always been lethal.

Lethal to my self-control.

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