Page 161 of Gemini Wicked

He’s waiting for Zephyr. To see how he reacts.

Under our hands, under all supple strength sheathed in dragonscale, the Dark Fae King’s strung so tight he’s almost trembling. When our snake launched into that mating flight, it took everything Zephyr had to keep Xhevith from rising.

This dragonrider mate of mine basically had to cock-block his own dragon.

Even now, with Vasili way out of range, Xhev’s sexual frustration has to be a lot for his empathically linked rider to handle.

I lean forward to graze the pointed tip of Zephyr’s ear with my lips. “You okay, Your Radiance?”

“Xhevith craves your snake.” His tense whisper spills out on a shuddery breath as I trigger his Fae erogenous zone. “My own… attraction… to the warlock is a complicating factor. Xhev wants him so badly, I fear, because I’m rather drawn to your Vasili myself.”

“Think he’s your Vasili now too.” Ronin leans forward with a low murmur so he’s embracing both of us. Now I’m pressed between Zephyr’s lean back and Ronin’s broad chest in a really good way.

Ronin laces both hands through mine so we’re both touching Zephyr’s taut waist.

“Go on in, love,” Ronin breathes. “Let’s give that dragon of yours something else to crave.”

That little flower of hope in my heart blossoms.

When Zephyr pulls in a long breath under our fingers, then closes his hands over ours, a thrill of happiness skitters through me.

These two finding their way back into each other’s hearts is gonna heal a major fissure in our polycule. We all need that.

To be healed.

“Are you certain?” Zephyr whispers, soft as a baby’s breath. “Nothing we do will ever bring back your sister Gwendolyn.”

“What happened to Gwen wasn’t your fault.” Ronin’s voice thickens. “Wasn’t mine either. It was those bullies who hazed her. Damien and Cybelle. Those rotters got what was coming to them, didn’t they? They’re both toes-up.”

In the trembling silence, no one moves.

We all know what this moment means to Ronin, who’s been tormented by misplaced guilt over Gwen’s tragic end the whole time I’ve known him.

“So, yeah.” Ronin lets out a long sigh that feels like a mountain of anger sliding off his shoulders. “I’m… okay. I mean, I’ll always miss her. But I think I’m finally okay.”

Under our linked hands, Zephyr’s breath spills out in a ragged exhale.

Then my Dark Fae fires into action and drags us both into the bedroom. Neo tumbles in breathlessly after us, with Lucius right on his heels.

“Don’t lock the door,” I manage to get out. “Ash is still coming—”

Then Zephyr twists under my hands so he’s facing me. With me pinned tight between my two guys, his mouth collides with Ronin’s in a blazing kiss.

It’s awkward and fierce and joyful. I wrap my arms tight around Zephyr’s waist and laugh.

Behind me, Neo tucks up against Ronin’s back. Our bookworm starts unzipping and working Ronin out of his dragonscale like a helpful house elf.

I turn my face into the hot column of Zephyr’s neck, pull in a lungful of burnt amber and dragon musk, and work my Dark Fae’s zipper open all the way past his navel. I’m totally not above copping a feel of his sleek chest and tight abs. Or dipping a hand inside his Avenger suit to find his taut cock jutting from a lick of green pubes.

“My bride. This is all your doing.” Zephyr surfaces from Ronin’s kiss like a drowning man surfacing for a gasp of air. His mouth fuses with mine in a kiss that tastes like cloves and nutmeg. His tiny fangs press into my lower lip in a stinging suck.

I stroke his hard cock, already so hungry he’s pulsing. While he gasps and arches into my touch, I spread the first eager spurt of precum all down his shaft to get him good and ready.

Because I know this isn’t gonna take long.

Neither one of these guys is in any mood to wait.

Both my guys are writhing against me and feeling me up, we’re a hot tangle of hands and mouths and moaning.

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