Page 164 of Gemini Wicked

I need both hands to wrap around that shaft of his. But I know just how he likes it—gentle at first, till he’s settled, my fingers gliding over his piercings and kneading his shaft.

Then he just wants to please me.

I look up into his anguished face, eyes closed, brow furrowed, lips parted with pleasure. Neo peeks around him to see my face, then reaches between Ash’s thighs to cradle his balls and stroke his taint.

Sweat breaks out against Ash’s brow and a low groan rips out of him.

I finally take pity on my poor Seelie Prince. “Okay, big man. Put me up against the wall.”

Ash’s silver eyes flash open. His pewter wings unfurl from his back and spread wide.

With a single flex of his massive biceps, he catches me under the thighs, hoists me effortlessly into the air, pins my back to the wall, and spreads me wide.

That’s how my titanium pussy takes all that girth, with his big hands cupping my ass, my sweaty tits pressed to the hard flexing plane of his chest, and me gasping over every studded row of piercings as they ease into my slick and hungry hole.

When he finally works himself in to the hilt and gives a few gentle pumps to get me used to him, my gasps build to cries of need. That’s when he kisses me. A deep consuming kiss that immerses me in the bright warmth of sunlight and the sweet tang of Florida grapefruit and the bracing bite of ocean air.

My cunt squeezes him tight and my hips ride his shaft. His wings beat gently with every thrust. Neo takes his time with him, working his dick into Ash’s ass, so sweet and careful, he keeps checking with Ash to make sure he’s not hurting him (even though Ash totally wouldn’t mind).

And while I’m pinned to the wall and clinging to Ash’s mighty shoulders and writhing with pleasure as the three of us find our rhythm, I’ve got a bird’s-eye view of Ronin and Zephyr wrapped in each other’s arms. When they topple together into our bed, their tender rain of kisses turns fierce and desperate.

When they finally fuck, their bodies join face to face, with Ronin flat on his back, hands cradling Zephyr’s savage face, tears glittering in his amber eyes. Zephyr licks and kisses his tears away and whispers to Ronin, intimate words meant just for the two of them.

Ronin’s intense joy in this mating hums through our bond and permeates the whole tower. With a telepath like him, we all share his cresting pleasure and his sense of wonder to be reunited with this special first love.

To forgive and be forgiven at last.

Afterward, we’re all wrecked.

Pretty sure Neo’s still buried inside Ash when those two finally conk out face down in the big round bed. Neo’s never dommed anyone before, so the whole experience of having a big guy like Ash trembling and breathless and hanging on Neo’s tentative commands is a heady experience for my sweet wide-eyed bookworm to process.

Zephyr crashes in a hot mess, sprawled half over Ronin and half over me, with his green hair wildly disheveled, his eyepatch abandoned on the windowsill, and his bare face peaceful and dreaming in the starlight.

Lucius lets his wolf out and stretches across the doorway, so no one can get in without waking him. The familiar susurrus of his snuffling snores normally sends me straight to dreamland. Especially when my entire body is sex-drunk and sluggish and sated from my sexy reunion with Ash.

But I can’t sleep.

Not with two of my warlocks still MIA.

My body still hums with restless energy. I’m quivering like a plucked harp.

Rather than disturb the others, I wiggle carefully out from the middle of the sleep heap, grab Lucius’ discarded button-down (which falls to my thighs) and my new Dark Fae crown, then pad out to the shadowy stillness of the adjoining den. Softly I close the door behind me so I don’t wake anyone up.

After all that fucking, my guys need their sleep.

The balcony doors are locked with some complicated twist of silver but, hello, I’m a cat burglar. Even working by touch in the dark, I’m out there in no time.

Standing barefoot on the balcony, I button Lucius’ shirt closed against the cool breeze blowing from the sea. The crown I park firmly on my head.

Right where it belongs.

I’ve only had this thing a little while. But I’ve already fucked in it. Wearing it feels, I dunno, deeply and profoundly right.

I shake my head just to enjoy the sensual feel of my tumbled curls whispering around my shoulders and brushing against my back. My thighs are still damp from Ash’s copious cum, one of Neo’s sweet little love nips tingles against the swell of my tit, and my greedy pussy feels stretched and finally satiated.

Over the past day or so, they’ve all had me.

All seven of my guys.

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