Page 44 of Gemini Wicked

The sharp snick of a switchblade and the flash of steel in the firelight are the only flicker of warning I receive before one of Vasili’s hidden knives slices through her tee shirt in a single stroke.

The shredded cotton falls away to reveal her tight tummy and tiny waist and another swath of lime-green lace. This is that demure little garment she calls a bralette. The lingerie frames her sweet curves and clings to the lush swell of her breasts. The tight buds of her nipples, so cruelly pierced with her silver rings, jut against the lace.

Vasili hisses like a snake and closes in behind her. His narrow ringed hands wrap around her breasts. He dives to nip her soft shoulder with his wicked fangs.

She presses into Maxim’s kiss and winds an arm around Vasili’s neck in welcome.

I nuzzle her hot slit through her thin fabric until she moans and bucks under my mouth.

Now we’re surrounding her.

Claiming her.

All three of her shifter alphas.

Like the predatory pack of monsters we are.

I break free from tormenting her long enough to flex my claws, tear through the remnants of Zara’s pants, then rip the ruined garment aside. Hot and throbbing with need, I bury my face in the drenched gusset of her panties. The plump lips of her pussy press against the lace. Through the flimsy fabric, I tongue the swollen pearl of her clit. She writhes under me with a savage snarl.

She too is shifter.

But my earthbound wolf will never meet her in a mating flight.

My beast claws at my skin—he wants out, and now, wants to be inside her while she’s still human. When I deny him, he tilts his muzzle to the moon in a hungry howl.

Dear God, I can barely keep him from rising.

“Fuck me,” Ronin mutters from the window in a voice that’s thick with lust. The heavy heat of his arousal pulses through our mating bond.

“Wow,” Neo whispers, reverent with awe. “Babe, that’s incredibly hot.”

I slice that sweet boy a heated glance and find him kneeling on the bed to watch. His wide eyes are riveted on Zara—his fated mate. Textbook abandoned, soft lips parted, spectacles sliding down his nose.

Ronin tosses his mirror aside and prowls across the floor with menacing purpose. He grips Neo’s square jaw in a hard hand and claims him with a ravenous kiss.

My wolf growls and lunges against my skin.

My bestial mating scent floods from every pore. This olfactory hit intensifies the head-spinning cocktail of potent pheromones the others are pumping out.

In this polycule, they both bend for me. Ronin and Neo. Neo is shy and Ronin is savage, but they both bend so beautifully—for me and all our alphas. My beast is wild to claim them.

But only after we’ve claimed Zara.

Shot or no shot.

Tonight I intend to pump my queen so full of my potent shifter seed she’ll be dripping with my spend for days.

If not weeks.

“Better hold tight for a wild night, love,” Ronin mutters against our bookworm’s breathless mouth. “Zara’s just pitched the whole bloody lot of them into a mating rut.”

Chapter Nine

Zara

Sweet fuck. A mating rut?

While Lucius drinks in the scent of my ripening cunt through my panties… while Vasili torments my nipples through my bralette and his fangs menace my neck… while Max’s demanding tongue fucks my mouth the exact way I’m pretty sure his cock will shortly be riding my cunt… Ronin’s words sear and pulse behind my closed lids.

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