Page 143 of Gemini Wicked

“Not fair,” I gasp on a laugh that’s almost a sob. “All four of you ganging up on me.”

“Whoever said love was fair.” Zephyr’s silky whisper tickles the sensitive crease where my thigh joins my crotch.

Ash huffs out a chuckle and squeezes Zephyr’s neck in a tender clasp.

Good thing I’m not really opposed.

For the first time ever, I’ve got all seven of these guys in the same bed. There are still fissures between them. Ash is still wearing pants and barely participating, Vasili’s barely tolerating Zephyr, and Ronin’s definitely hanging back and watching (but he’s got Max and Neo all over him—my adorable bookworm, who always knows exactly how to help, is distracting both of them so sweetly.)

So it’s a start.

It’s actually a pretty fucking awesome start. You better believe I’ll take it.

Not that I’m being given the choice to do anything else.

By now, Zephyr has his mouth right over where Lucius’ cock is tunneling into my pussy. At the first taste of our mingled essence, my Fae gives an appreciative murmur.

Lucius gasps out what sounds like a Hungarian curse that makes me grin.

Now that skilled Unseelie tongue is stroking both of us, Lucius’ pistoning shaft and my eager snatch, lapping up Max’s jizz and V’s spunk and some of Lucius’ precum with every swipe. I know that shit’s getting to Vasili (who likes a little cream pie himself) because the Goblin King’s intense interest in this entire proceeding is snaking through our mating bond.

Every purposeful swipe of Zephyr’s tongue around Lucius’ cock and my pussy lips stokes me higher, because I really want some clitoral stim, and Zephyr’s the closest thing right now to providing it. And, with Zephyr mouthing persistently over my wolf’s swollen knot, Lucius is finally losing his grip on all that ironclad self-control.

“Merciful Christ.” Lucius sounds like he’s dying. “Your Radiance—”

The Dark Fae King huffs out a laugh against Lucius’ knot and my slickness. “Oh, I dare say you can now call me Zephyr, Lucius. Rest assured I’m nowhere near finished with you either.”

Under the extra lube of that Unseelie tongue, plus Lucius’ increasingly frenzied fucking and all the other action going down in Pussytown, that wolfish knot stretches me wide and finally seats inside me with a pop!

“Cheese on toast,” I yelp. “That’s one tight fucking fit. Oh, sweet Jesus, Lucius…”

Rigid and trembling with effort against my back, Lucius howls to the heavens with triumph.

Zephyr (who’s got an up-close-and-personal VIP seat for all this) moans like he’s just been knifed (again). Vasili pins my flailing hands harder to the bedding and swoops in to capture my shrill cry with a snakebite kiss that burns with the honeyed potency of enchanted moon wine.

I’m barely aware, from the supple brush of dragonscale against my inner thighs, that Ash is peeling Zephyr out of the rest of his armor.

So that’s one more guy in my bed who’s nakey.

Clearly my Seelie Prince is only playing wingman right now.

But at least he’s playing.

He hasn’t turned on Ronin. And Ronin isn’t running away—

Then the fiery inferno of Zephyr’s diabolically skilled mouth closes over my aching clit in a hard sucking pull that launches me right into orbit.

My orgasm slams through me like six G’s of gravity, pressing my skin to my bones and making this whole tower vibrate with intensity.

I arch into Vasili’s kiss, clench tight around Lucius’ knot and the fierce piston of his cock, and tumble spinning into the night sky blazing with stars all around us. Lucius bays at the sickle moon and flies with me, the hard kick and spurt of his climax flooding my basement, the thick bulge of his knot bottling all that potent wolf seed inside my fertile pussy.

I’m still blind and gasping and shuddering with climax when Vasili (who hasn’t exactly been #TeamPlaypen during this whole breeding debate so far) leans over to snatch up the moon wine and tip a generous pour of potent tartness into my open mouth.

I guzzle that shit down my parched throat like it’s the desert and I’m dying of thirst.

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” Vasili whispers. His glacier-blue eyes burn down at me. “Are you certain about the Unseelie, darling? Really, truly certain?”

Zephyr’s mouth lifts from my clit, which is exactly the right thing because I’m super sensitive after just coming like that, so he can listen in.

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