Page 57 of Gemini Wicked

I twine an arm up and back, around his neck, and wiggle my sexed-up body between my two guys. Not gonna lie. I love being the meat in this man sandwich.

But I can’t get distracted here. This is important terrain we’re all navigating.

“So you’re good with all this… baby talk?” Geez, I’m almost whispering the B word. That’s how charged the atmosphere’s gotten in this bedroom.

Just hearing the word makes Max rumble and Lucius growl. Under the fire’s crackle, Vasili pulls in a slow hiss.

Ronin snorts and tucks my back into the sleek plane of his tattooed chest, then nuzzles my neck with his hot lips. “I’m the baby of this lot, aren’t I? Won’t even turn twenty till August. Figure I’ve got a bit of time then, haven’t I? Before I start queuing up for daddy duty.”

My former bully’s going straight for the jugular—I mean, for the scars of those double punctures Lucius left in my neck from his wolf’s mating bites. They’re super sensitive.

With a sigh and a shiver, I tilt my head to give Ronin access to the spot.

I always forget how young Ronin is. He’s so fierce and capable and totally lethal. But it’s a good reminder of another reason I’m holding off on firing up my ovaries to make little witches.

Nineteen (and a sophomore) is way too young to be a dad.

Lucius’ worried face appears at Neo’s shoulder, chestnut curls tumbled around his bare shoulders in yummy disarray. “Dear God, you’re all so very young. In truth, perhaps we shouldn’t—”

“Not making any decisions tonight, Teach.” I’m answering him, but I’m reminding all of them. I lock onto my headmaster’s intent stare with a provocative grin. “Unless you changed your mind about knotting me?”

That’s me punching his buttons.

When his wolfish eyes glow an evil red and he starts getting fangy, I know it’s working.

Neo gives my cheek an affectionate nuzzle, then shuffles aside with a grin to make room. Lucius grips my chin in a clawed hand and looms over me. The prod of his fiercely erect cock juts into my belly in a way that lights me on fire.

“On your knees now, Ms. Gemini,” he rumbles, all husky and Hungarian. “I’ll tolerate no backtalk. Or I’ll make you suffer.”

Vasili huffs in surprise, because Lucius has just totally stolen his line.

I barely bite back a giggle.

Geez, my hormones must be going haywire. I’m not normally a giggler.

“That’s you all sorted then.” Ronin snickers into my neck and nudges me toward the pillow on the floor. His hot hands turn predatory as he shoves me hard to my knees. “Teacher’s orders, love.”

Ronin might not be jonesing for diaper duty, but clearly I’ve triggered his own inner bully.

My knees sink into the thick pillow Neo borrowed from our medieval bed. I fall forward on my palms, carpet rough under my fingers (we’re gonna need to be careful about rug burn), and spread my knees wide to expose my soaked slit. I deliberately tilt my hips to place my ass at the most provocative possible angle and just work this deliciously exposed and submissive posture to the max.

Queen or no queen, I love it when my guys get a little dommy.

I especially love it in the sack.

I let my hair spill forward over one shoulder and glance coyly back at Lucius. He’s looming over me like the monster he is, breathing heavy and grunting like a beast in the forest, with his monster dick jutting before him like a battering ram, knot fully engorged and ruddy with intent. He wraps a fist around his shaft to give himself a few hard strokes, baring his teeth when he squeezes his knot.

Then he drops heavily to his knees behind me with a snarl. His wild chestnut curls spill halfway down his back. A thick pelt of fur sprouts across his powerful chest.

Fuck, he’s right on the edge.

I really wonder how he’s gonna manage not to shift.

Max is lurking right behind him, with his golden dragon eyes flaming and the bulge of his dick shoving against his tiny jungle-print briefs.

Through our mating bond, the powerful vise of our dragon’s rut closes around me and clenches.

Whoa.

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