Page 48 of Gemini Wicked

“Nicely done, darling.” Vasili’s voice, cool with amusement, slithers through the simmering silence.

The whisper of silk is the only warning I get before he rears up behind me like a cobra. “They’ve certainly kept us waiting long enough.”

I nod in agreement. But I can’t look away from the savage clash of Max and Lucius, mouth on mouth.

The wolf and the dragon.

I can practically see Max’s dragon bating his wings and Lucius’ wolf locking his jaws around Max’s windpipe. The two of them are fighting to crawl down each other’s throats. That’s my alphas fighting for dominance in the only way I’ll allow.

Before the night gets much older, one of them’s gonna yield.

Probably the same one who’s gonna bend.

If they regret it in the morning?

That’ll be the fault of me and my fucking heat.

“Oh, pretty sure they’ll not regret it, love.” Ronin’s husky voice draws my gaze to the bed. “They’re been wanting this like blazes. Both of them. You’re just helping them along a bit.”

Ronin’s a fast mover, so he’s wasted zero time getting Neo out of his sweats. Our bookworm’s already stripped down to his boxer briefs, his brawny frame pinned under Ronin’s prowly length, his soft curls all mussed and his big eyes glowing with happiness at the attention he’s getting. Neo’s gotten a lot bolder since Ronin and I popped his cherry last winter. Right now he’s gripping Ronin’s tight ass in his big hands and moaning as he grinds up against our Brit.

Not that all his recent experience stops our bookworm from blushing.

When Ronin dives in to start sucking on his neck, Neo whimpers with excitement and blushes tomato-red.

But he’s happy. And he’s distracting Ronin, who hasn’t been himself since Zephyr popped up—

But I’m not thinking about Zephyr. Remember?

I’m really not.

“Mind your manners, little queen. I’m right here,” Vasili hisses against the super-sensitive scars from my mating bite. Because of course he senses when he’s lost my attention, and he’s not a Zephyr fan (to put it really mildly).

I sigh and sneak a hand back to stroke his thigh, long and sinewy under his kimono. “It’s okay, Goblin King. You’ve got me. Don’t go crazy.”

“You’ve driven us all wild tonight.” Completely unplacated, the snick of V’s switchblade prickles my skin. The cruel point traces up my outer thigh. “Wild to fuck you raw. Wild to fill that greedy little cunt of yours until you’re dripping with our cum. I trust it goes without saying—I’m not waiting in line.”

With a single sharp twist, his blade slices through the narrow band of my panties.

And there’s one more piece of lingerie ruined.

The soaked scrap of lace falls to the floor.

His cool hands bracket my hips—under Max’s arm and Lucius’, because those two are both still claiming me—and pin me tight against his tall body.

Now I’m trapped between all three of my alphas.

It’s still hard to look away from Max and Lucius. My wolf’s hand has gentled. Now he’s cradling Max’s face in those savage talons. And Max, who’s always so skittish and distrustful, is clinging to Lucius’ sweater and breathing so hard he’s almost sobbing.

Max has daddy issues (as in, he’s never had one—a daddy, I mean) on top of everything else. Right now, Lucius is triggering a kink we never even knew Max had.

Be careful with him, Teach, I breathe through our bond, just for Lucius. He’s not as tough as he looks.

Lucius sighs, and his touch turns even gentler. Even half-shifted, he’s so tender and careful he breaks my heart. Max melts into that careful kiss and clutches Lucius’ sweater like he’s drowning.

Vasili hisses in my ear like an adder. His hand snakes down my tummy to cup my slick and dripping snatch.

Clearly, he’s done sharing his toys.

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