Page 49 of Gemini Wicked

My hips punch into the Goblin King’s touch. His palm rubs my clit and one cool finger slides into my heated hole. Around that delicious intrusion—both hot as fuck and yet not enough—my pussy ripples and clenches.

Vasili’s ragged moan fills my ear. His hot breath spills down my neck.

I shoot a heated glance over my shoulder to claim a goblin kiss. His silky mouth still carries a tart hint of cherry from his pre-shower lip gloss. His shaggy rock-star mop of gilded hair slithers around his shoulders. It looks like it’s literally growing as I watch—all those shifter pheromones at work—and his long-lidded eyes pulse with heat.

Guess that’s what a mating rut looks like on him.

I arch my back like a cat and rub into his satiny PJs. “Lose the kimono, Goblin King.”

He takes his time about that, slowly unwinding his kimono with one hand and pumping into me with the other. Setting the pace with long slow strokes, skillfully working my clit with the heel of his palm, letting us all hear the rhythmic wet suck of my cunt gripping his finger. The leisurely lick of his tongue against mine carries the dry juniper bite of his recent martini.

When he finally lets me surface from that head-spinning kiss, it’s only so he can slide his hand out of my dripping slit and trace my breathless mouth with his soaked finger. The scent of musk and roses fills my head. My eyes lock on his and my tongue flickers out to taste my own slick.

When I encase his finger with my mouth and suck like it’s his dick, stroking and kneading the underside with my tongue, his pupils dilate and his eyes narrow.

“Someone’s asking for trouble tonight,” he gasps on an indrawn breath. “Someone’s asking to choke on my cock until I unload down her throat.”

The warning rumble of Lucius’ wolf fills the night.

“You can have her naughty mouth, Mr. Romanov,” my headmaster grates, his beast lurking in his voice. “Mr. Rasputin can have her saucy and spankable derrière. But her delectably fertile quim is mine.”

Shit.

That wolf of his is definitely guarding my pussy. Clearly, this is one of those rutting alpha shifter traits.

My mouth falls open and Vasili pulls back, but not before V tweaks my nose with a playful wink. “Looks like someone’s getting stuffed with dick in every orifice, darling.”

Well, he isn’t wrong.

With all this shifter rut in play, it’s gonna be up to me to make sure my guys get what they need tonight.

All of them.

I slide a hand between Lucius and Max and unbuckle my wolf’s belt. But my gaze never wavers from Vasili.

“I told you to lose that kimono,” I say in my queen voice. “So do it.”

Vasili’s cruel mouth curls in a sexy smirk.

Never breaking my challenging stare, he unwinds his black kimono with serpentine grace and lets the garment slip down his long pale body. He’s a lingerie boy himself, with a penchant for black lace.

But tonight, he’s wearing something else stretched over the supple length of his hard goblin cock. A queer fashion staple.

A jockstrap.

In turquoise.

That’s my color. In his own unique Goblin King way, visible to the only ones he cares about, he’s wearing it as a declaration of solidarity.

With me.

My chest swells, my throat thickens, and my face heats with a rush of pleasure.

But I can still multitask. I can tease the edge of Vasili’s jockstrap and unbutton Lucius’ trousers at the same time. I can graze the long swell of Vasili’s shaft through the fabric, while he hums and undulates into my touch, and ease down Lucius’ zipper around the cola-can thickness of my wolf’s fat cock.

Lucius would never be caught dead in a jockstrap. He’s definitely a silk boxers kinda guy. And that rich silk fabric’s already soaked with wolf jizz precum.

Now this, I can’t resist.

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