Page 54 of Gemini Wicked

That’s good, Max. She pulls back enough to give me a sultry grin. That’s real good. Let’s you and me give all our guys a night to remember.

Lucius’ thick cock is jutting beside her face and mine. He is mere centimeters away.

She cups his shaft in her little hand and gives him a few hard strokes that make him shudder and me groan. Then she leans in to mouth his bulbous cockhead and slurp at his dripping slit.

A ragged groan rips from his lungs.

His hand fists in her tumbled teal curls and shoves her deep onto his length.

She envelops his impressive girth in her plush lips. Then she wraps her hand around his knot to milk him. He flings back his head—brow furrowed, fangs extended, face contorted with primal pleasure—and pumps into her willing mouth in short demanding snaps. With every thrust, he voices a savage grunt.

Zara moans with approval and matches his pace, her fingers kneading his knot. His impressive length swells, growing slick and flushing violet from her attentions.

I think Lucius does not realize he is still gripping my head.

Or that he is insistently pushing me closer to his pumping dick.

My brain is a jumble of old voices, old hatreds, old prejudices. My orthodox upbringing could never abide the simple intimacy of two men in love. Fucking Ronin for the first time was a revelation. Sucking Vasili’s cock for the first time was another.

Lucius is my teacher, he defends me from my enemies, he has mentored me so patiently since the day I enrolled. Clearly I owe him an elder’s respect.

But Zara must breed, and she will only agree if I will share.

Besides, he is Lucius. I am his.

This leap, too, I can take.

I soften my desperate clutch around Lucius’ leg. My rough palm strokes up his powerful hamstring to spread over the hard flexing globe of his buttock. His breath hitches, his pace stutters, and Zara’s dragon croons in our mating bond.

Vasili is lurking and spying, he is jealous over Zara in a way he does not often permit others to see. I think this may finally be the mating instinct to which even he (who jeers at every mention of babies or fatherhood) must yield.

I even think it is possible he is jealous over me.

I push these distracting thoughts from my mind and lean in to nuzzle Zara’s petal-soft cheek, while she sucks the wolf off. She hums and backs off a few inches, until she is suckling just his tip.

She is offering me his cock.

I pull in a shaky breath and will my fangs to retract. Then, with a rush of resolve, I lunge to graze his hot slick girth with my lips.

“Maxim.” My name explodes from my headmaster’s throat on a long groan.

I think perhaps this is the first time he has called me anything except Mr. Rasputin.

Hesitant, still new to these pleasures, but eager to please him, I lick along his length as he rocks into Zara’s mouth. My lips graze hers while he fucks into her mouth. Our mouths meet, wet and sticky with his precum, around the engorged head of his cock. I find, in this way, I can kiss her and arouse him. She tastes like peppermint cocoa. He tastes dark and musky, he tastes like wolf.

Truly, there is nothing to fear here, except the fear that I will spill my pleasure all over his legs, before I can mount my queen.

But this singular moment is not only for me. It is also for Lucius, who will have his first knotting. Cautiously I wrap a hand over Zara’s around the hard swell of his knot.

His breath hisses out in a rush and his hungry thrusts quicken. “Merciful Christ.”

Nicely done, love. Ronin’s smiling murmur ripples through my head. He is wrapped around Neo, but they are both watching. The two of you keep that up, you’ll get him off like a blooming rocket.

“No,” Lucius growls, because he shares the psychic intimacy of a mating bond with Ronin. “Tonight I will spend my wolf’s passion knotted deep inside our queen.”

The burning embers of his stare drop to Zara, her vivid head bobbing as she kneels before him naked and labors so sweetly over his cock. Then his fierce gaze shifts to me. Now I am feeding her his length and milking his knot.

Gently his hand cradles my jaw, curved talons tickling my cheek, and lifts my gaze to his.

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