Page 47 of Gemini Wicked

And yeah, sure, my snake might bend for my dragon a little these days. But Vasili’s definitely topping from below in that relationship. Max doesn’t have a subtle bone in his body.

But V? He’s a goddamn pit viper.

Vasili knows where Max is sneaking off to. In fact, I’d pay real money Vasili’s telling Max where to go. Which definitely can’t be anywhere good.

Now, eyeing that whole prison of passion tattoo our dragon’s rocking, I can’t escape the feeling Max is in over his head.

At least, I can’t escape it until Max eases his zipper down and lets that thick dick of his out to play.

Underneath, that dragon’s wearing the world’s tiniest pair of cheetah-print briefs stretched over his tumescent bulge. When it comes to his style in undies, Max is a Eurotrash kinda guy.

But I definitely don’t mind.

Now he shoves his jeans carelessly down his hips and steps out of them, rakes back his buttery hair with a ruthless hand, and smolders at V and me like he’s ready to set us both on fire.

Lucius is still crouched between my thighs and nuzzling at my cunt. He’s actually guarding my pussy. That’s something he does a lot lately, especially when I’m going into heat and he’s wolfing out. Now his chestnut head lifts alertly, nostrils flaring in his broody face. His eyes are crimson and his fangs are out. But he’s still Lucius.

Still, he sneaks a furtive peek at Max’s junk.

That sneaky peeky gets me mighty intrigued.

They’re the only two of my guys who aren’t fucking yet. (I mean, when you leave out the two Fae, which definitely seems to be what everyone wants right now.) Ruthlessly I crush another twinge of heartache. I just crush that shit out like a cigarette. That’s my standard modus operandi whenever I think about Ash and Zephyr these days.

Tonight I’m gonna focus on the one issue in my harem I can actually do something about.

An electric charge races over my skin. Tiny purple sparks crackle and pop at my fingertips.

“Hey Lucius,” I say softly, all echoey with the lightning voice. “Kiss Max for me.”

Max snarls in surprise. His slitted pupils telescope wide. But his big saber-toothed fangs (which never come out except when he means to use them) punch down from his palate.

That definitely means he’s… not opposed.

Lucius lurks around my pussy and looks furtive. But there’s no mistaking the sudden spike of wolfish hunger that rips through our mating bond.

With a growl, my headmaster surges to his feet—and drags me up with him. One hard arm locks around my waist and traps me up on tiptoe against his rangy frame. His mouth claims mine in a savage kiss that’s tangy with my own taste.

I fist his scholarly cardigan sweater and arch into him. My throaty moan mingles with his satisfied grunt.

“My queen,” he says gruffly against my breathless mouth, his Hungarian accent all thickening. “Your wish. My command.”

With a ravenous hunger that leaves me reeling, he surfaces from our kiss, grips Max’s surprised chin in a taloned hand, and lunges into a hard claiming kiss that makes even Vasili exclaim.

Max stumbles into us, one hot arm sliding around my hips, one hand gripping Lucius’ shoulder for balance. I tumble against Max’s sleek golden frame with my knees all wobbly. Our headmaster steadies us both, the contact sears through me, and my whole body ignites with heat.

Because I’m already nakey—except for a pair of panties that probably aren’t gonna be on me much longer. And Max is nakey except for those tiny jungle-print briefs.

I graze Max’s soft hair and stroke back the golden tendrils to keep them out of the way while those two guys of mine are kissing. At the same time, I tug on Lucius’ sweater to nudge them closer.

God knows, I’d never push them into anything. But we’ve all been waiting for this.

We’ve all been waiting so long.

Plus the thrumming purpose in our mating bond, the desperate way they’re both clutching each other and groaning and dragging me up against them, tells me how much they’re both into this.

Oh, yeah. They want each other.

I actually think they need each other.

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