Page 140 of Gemini Wicked

“No.” I push out a chuckle. “I don’t feel ready at all. But I do feel committed to you guys. I’m committed as fuck—to all seven of you. Some of these guys have been wanting kids for a while. The others aren’t opposed.” With the possible exception of Vasili, but I’m not going down that road in front of Zephyr. “I’ve been the big holdout. And I’m not just changing my mind because Messalina said I’m all wicked on live TV.”

“Good,” Neo says stoutly. He reaches to pull a pillow over his naked hips, with a bashful look at the two Fae he’s not fucking (yet). “Because you’re not wicked. You’re good. And we want what you want.”

“Thank you, baby.” I was never really worried about Neo raising hell, but I’m not taking him for granted either, even if he is my fated mate. His warm acceptance and devotion flood through our bond. I wrap myself in that feeling like a blanket.

“The point is,” I sigh, “I am the queen. And if I wanna keep the gig, I gotta start acting like one. The witching world needs me fertile and breeding to reverse our own decline. So I know we’ll figure it out. Together.”

I add this last part with a searching look at Ronin, who’s been crouched between the thighs of a spreadeagled Neo and looking all savage and guarded at the Fae.

Looks like Zephyr and Ash interrupted those two in mid-blowjob. Judging by the loopy half-smile that lingers on Neo’s face, Ronin must’ve just managed to finish him off before the interruption.

Zephyr pulls in a slow breath. His gaze drifts from me to Vasili, who’s lurking in the shadows like a rattlesnake about to strike, then to Neo and Ronin.

When his stare locks on the watchful Ronin, something in Zephyr’s face ignites.

“If ’tis truly the case, my bride,” my Dark Fae murmurs, his voice unspooling like a ribbon of gray silk through the sex-soaked night, “I’m certainly prepared to do my part. Your mortal queendom is not the only royal realm that requires an heir. Preferably, in my case, a daughter with royal blood. My Unseelie have grown… accustomed to a female sovereign.”

For weeks now, I’ve been pushing back when he calls me his bride, because it’s always implied something he shares with me that excludes the others (except for Ash).

Now, for the first time, I feel like it doesn’t.

Plus Zephyr’s just hopped on the baby bus.

A fragile bubble swells in my chest. More ephemeral and fleeting than a soap bubble. But that shining bubble of hope feels a lot like happiness.

Slow down, showgirl, I tell myself sternly, before my optimism spirals out of hand. That happiness shit’s, like, premature. We’ve still got issues in this harem. Major issues.

“That’s putting it mildly, little queen,” Vasili says under his breath, in a tone like acid.

But, for him, that’s a mild reaction. Plus he’s the worst of my warlocks (by far) and the one who’s the most opposed to adding Zephyr to the harem.

Although V definitely does have designs on Ash.

That’s been obvi (at least to me) since those two met cute last spring.

To be honest, they met when V abducted Ash at spearpoint.

But Ash seems to be kinda into that. Seems to be standard courting behavior in fairyland.

“Okay.” I sigh and give an experimental wiggle around Max’s dick. My dragon’s softened up inside me (kinda) since he came, though his barbs are still engaged.

But I haven’t been fucking him all these months without paying attention.

“It’s okay, big guy.” I snuggle my back into my alpha dragon’s front and coax him to roll over with me so we’re both lying on our sides. “You filled me up with dragon cum. You can do it again later. But right now? Mission accomplished. Time to make room in my hoochie for Lucius.”

Lucius snarls in surprise.

My headmaster’s shifted back to fully human. He’s stationed himself between the Fae and non-Fae contingents in this bed, all ready to mediate the conflict, while we deal with Ash and Zephyr turning up.

Now the immediate prospect of getting inside my pussy pushes his inner diplomat into the background and switches Lucius’ wolf side right back on again.

Lucius drops to all fours on Zephyr’s big round bed and howls like the beast he is. His chestnut curls tumble down around his face, his thick knotted cock swells between his corded thighs, and his claws burrow into the shimmery Fae duvet hard enough to shred the thing.

Straight up? Lucius is impressive as fuck.

Plus he’s the one guy in our polycule Max defers to.

Max grumbles and snorts a dragonish protest into the back of my neck. But, for Lucius’ sake, his barbs soften enough for my dragon to work his forked dick obediently outta my snatch.

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