Page 138 of Gemini Wicked

While Lucius moans and mouths my fingers (the way I hope he will one day mouth my cock), I fumble one-handed to fit my swollen dick against Zara’s dripping core.

Her hot slippery folds envelop my cockhead with an audible suck that is heaven. I sink deep into her slick heat on a ragged groan.

Zara whimpers and yields, inch by inch, to my invasion. Her alluring pussy clenches hard around my shaft and pulses. “Oh, fuck, Max. That’s so good. Need you to fill me up with your dragon spunk—”

Deep in her core, my twin barbs shoot out and engage. She breaks off on a shuddery gasp. Now we are locked together and she cannot escape me.

She is mine.

I flex my hips, ass clenching, and pump into her with a dragonish bellow. My beast roars in primal triumph.

Ours our mate she is ours we will breed—

As I pound into her in a frenzy, Zara fumbles to grip the ledge below the window and knocks over the wine. The green glass bottle tips over with a thunk! A torrent of golden wine spills out—far more wine than any bottle should hold. The vintage splashes over our legs and drenches the air in potent fruit.

Lucius fumbles to right the bottle (which it seems is still not empty). Then he watches us fuck, with his corded thighs spread and one fist wrapped around his ruddy dick. Sinew flexes in his arm and shoulder as he pumps. His face is savage with intent, brows thick and lowered, jaw elongating toward a muzzle. His knot swells and flushes purple against the dark thatch of his pubes.

Later, he will knot her. And I—I will yield her cunt to him.

Later.

But only because he is Lucius.

Now it is my turn.

Already my balls are drawing tight to my body and the base of my spine is tingling. Braced on hands and knees with her head hanging low, Zara is pushing into my cock, meeting and matching my every thrust. Violet light spills from her eyes, purple lightning forks in the sky, and lavender shadows writhe around us. I am grunting with effort, surging into her divine heat, my hips slamming into her sweet ass with every thrust, barely holding my dragon at bay.

Later, when we nest, I will have her and Vasili both like that. As dragons. Nothing can prevent this. We will breed and we will nest.

We are already linked, my queen and I, so she is sharing these thoughts.

Now, lost in the grip of our shared fantasy, Zara flings back her head and cries out. My climax rears up and blazes through me like dragonfire. I roar and spurt deep inside her, giving way to spasm after spasm of trembling release.

I fill her sweet pussy full with gout after gout of my potent seed.

My thick fork bottles every drop safe inside her.

Kneeling beside us, Lucius arches his back and bays at the moon. He pumps himself so roughly I fear he will do himself damage. His creamy seed splashes Zara’s hips and thighs. A few hot jets splash over me, which prolongs my own pleasure.

With this tribute, he honors me.

I am deeply, ferociously pleased.

Behind us, Ronin is doing something that makes Neo moan and plead, while Ronin voices a husky chuckle. Both my non-shifter mates are well pleased and their pleasure too satisfies me.

Vasili is lurking somewhere, keeping himself well out of my reach, but he is here.

Now, suddenly, the stairwell door flies open. A cool wind that reeks of dragon rushes through the heated musk of our mating chamber, followed by the sharp hiss of an indrawn breath.

“By the moon.” Zephyr’s startled voice pierces the sex-drenched night. “Why in the world are you all drunk and swimming in enchanted moon wine?”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Zara

As Zephyr’s words ring through the pulsing heat of this fuck palace he’s built, that loaded phrase hits the surface of my sex-drenched thoughts like a stone skipping across a pond.

Spreading consequences in its wake.

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