Page 137 of Gemini Wicked

“C’mon over here, Teach,” she says in her throaty sex voice. “You too, big guy. You’ve been waiting for this.”

She means that we have waited to breed her.

Trapped in the shell of my human skin, my dragon spreads his wings and bugles.

I cannot shift here or I will injure my mates. But I drag my jeans roughly down my legs so I am naked. Then I leap across the bed and launch myself at her—my mate, my sovereign, mine—while my beast mutters and paces in the prison of my skin.

My hands lock around the lush swell of Zara’s hips. My lips find her succulent mouth. Her taste is drenched with honeyed sweetness from the wine. Her skin is silky and burning with heat. She exudes that velvety note of peaches that is so new in her creamy mating scent.

I swear, I am drunk with her. My senses are swirling and my head is spinning.

My barbs are flaring and my dick is dripping.

Every cell in my body is consumed with need.

I will not waste a single drop of my seed. I will spill inside her or I will burn.

The feral scent of wolf and alpha invades my senses. My scarred back is vulnerable. I can abide no one behind me. My nostrils flare and my dragon snakes around to peer at this intruder with suspicion.

At my side (where I do not mind him), Lucius is lurking. He is watching. He is protective.

But he is always so careful not to trigger me.

He is relentless. But he is also patient.

With infinite care—so careful I can take no offense—his tender claws sift through my braid until my hair spills loose around my shoulders. Tenderly Lucius nuzzles my cheek, his goatee rasping against my stubble. Soothed, my dragon rumbles at him.

Lucius swigs wine from our shared bottle, then leans past me to claim Zara’s smiling mouth in a savage kiss.

“Mmmm.” She moans with pleasure and reaches for the bottle herself. “Can’t believe we haven’t finished that yet.”

“Well, you see, the bottle is enchanted.” Lucius passes her the wine and shucks his trousers at ferocious speed. But he pauses long enough to lecture. “Faerie wine never runs dry until those who savor it have drunk their fill.”

A furrow appears and vanishes between Zara’s teal brows. There is something she is thinking. But she tilts the bottle back and drinks deep.

As for myself, I have no patience tonight for talk or lectures, even from Lucius. I hover impatiently at Zara’s back and barely wait until she has satisfied her thirst before I am reaching between her legs.

Saints of the northern steppes defend me.

Ronin and Vasili.

Of course, they have both already had her.

Ronin’s ambergris musk lurks in my nostrils. His milky spend still trickles between the pert rosy globes of her ass. Meanwhile, her thighs are sticky and her pussy is slick with Vasili’s seed.

The hot suck of her cunt closing around my fingers nearly makes me spill all over her.

“Yeah, V got in here before you,” she breathes, arching her back and spreading her thighs to welcome me deeper. “But there’s plenty of me to go around, Max. You gonna give me that thick dragon dick?”

“Yes.” My lips skim back from my fangs. “I will fill you and breed you, my Zara, until you carry my dragonets.”

“Not sure the shot’s worn off.” Now, surely, she is teasing.

If she is not already fertile, judging by the erotic richness and spice of her mating scent, she will be fertile very soon.

When I withdraw my fingers from her cunt with a snarl, Lucius is waiting. He pounces on my drenched hand like the wolf he is, wraps his hot mouth around my fingers, and sucks my queen’s juices and Vasili’s cum from my fingers.

Now, truly, I am destroyed.

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