Page 141 of Gemini Wicked

When he pulls out, a gush of warm spunk spills out to slick my thighs. With reverent fingers, he diligently pushes his spilled cum back into me (which is hot as fuck). Even though there’s already a lot of him (and Vasili) still squishing inside me.

“I will yield for Lucius,” Max mutters. “For now.”

“Good dragon,” I murmur.

Max nuzzles a possessive kiss into his mating scars on my shoulder that makes my inner dragon purr for him. Then he rolls away.

I can already feel the relentless focus of his breeding kink shifting to V, who’s gonna have to fend for himself in this new situation. But he’s the Goblin King and totally capable.

I mean, if all else fails, he can just backhand Max in the face again.

Knowing my snake, he might do that anyway, even if he’s feeling receptive.

That’s his standard courting behavior.

Me? I’m gonna have my hands full (along with various other parts of my anatomy) integrating those two Fae into our polycule.

My gaze shifts to my wolf king, who’s eyeing me from halfway across the bed, so ready to pounce that he’s trembling.

“Lucius,” I say softly. “Come.”

“Your wish,” he growls through his fangs. “My command.”

He bounds across the bed in a feral scramble that has Ronin diving out of his way with a laugh. If he were Max, he’d have me balls deep, face down, ass in the air and stuffed with dick before I could say doggie style.

But this is Lucius.

He knows how much I need to make this harem work—for all of us. Plus he’s linked up with me pretty tight, so he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

He dives in to claim my mouth in a fangy kiss that ramps my vampire fetish right up. I moan appreciatively into his mouth and stroke his wild curls back from his tortured face.

“Hiya, Teach,” I whisper against his kiss. “Wanna make some puppies?”

His breath breaks around his wrecked voice. “Christ. I have never wanted anything more.”

He tucks up tenderly against my back, spooning me into his sheltering strength while we’re both on our sides, and lifts my upper thigh to open me up. His hairy chest rubs against my shoulders and his pubes prickle against my well-ridden ass. From behind, his thick dick prods my soaked and well-stretched snatch, then slides inside with an audible squish.

I whimper with anticipation. He lets out a deep groan of need.

V and Max have already worked me open pretty good, but Lucius is a lot to handle.

Knot or no knot.

Titanium pussy, I remind my lady parts like a mantra. You can take him.

My pussy cooperates with a gush of girl juice to help me accommodate all that girth. Lucius fits himself in, stretching my inner walls and filling me so full of wolf cock my eyes cross. He fills me till the base of his knot nudges my pussy.

Then he takes a gentlemanly breather to let me get used to the stretch.

I mean, just until he knots me.

I gasp and undulate against him, working myself up and down all those inches like a stripper on a pole. My mating scars are tingling and my clit is swelling with a sweet ache for the imminent promise of that knot.

He growls and mouths my puncture scars and ruts gently into my pussy. I pulse and clench and quiver around him.

He’s so fucking considerate, so deliberate and controlled, even when he’s lost in the grip of a vicious mating rut, that grateful tears rush into my eyes.

“God, Lucius,” I say on a shaky sigh. “I know I’m hormonal right now. It makes me weepy. But I swear to fuck, you’re everything.”

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