Page 59 of Gemini Wicked

His fierce pleasure, his sense of possession, all sharp and spiky with alpha aggression, surge through our mating bond. Where my neck meets my shoulder, the twin punctures of his old mating bites tingle like vampire bites.

He grips my hips to hold me still and rides me with his tongue while I clench and pulse around the thrust of that slick organ.

I moan and whimper and back off Max’s dick just long enough to gasp out, “Lucius.”

My wolf growls against my dripping cunt between long hungry licks. “Your sweet quim is… already opening for me… my queen. But you’re still… very tight.”

Under all my warlocks’ heated stares, I clench with a gasp around his probing tongue. His distended fangs tease my tender pussy. His gruff wolfish rumble vibrates against my core. “How your hole will milk my knot.”

Sweet Jesus. Sign me up for that shit.

My inner dragon purrs with pleasure. Guess she and I are both on board.

Max grips my head and eases my mouth back down around his dick. This time I pull in a deep breath and take all of him, navigating his pointy bits with some skill (we’re all learning!) until his fat cockhead nudges the back of my throat.

His barbs flare wide. Wide enough to claim his terrain and secure his place. Too wide for me to back off his dick until after he cums.

But I’m used to this shit.

Max kneads my head and rocks into me. I wanna help, but he holds me steady so he’s fucking my mouth. His first few thrusts are slow and careful, he’s being polite to start, but he loses that restraint pretty quick.

Now his pace stutters into short hard snaps that heat me up better than the fire crackling behind him. I love it when my guys lose it, love it when they abandon every scrap of control, love it when they fuck me like they mean it and they can’t make themselves stop. Max is grunting with every stroke. The nudge of his dick against my tonsils is triggering my gag reflex (since I can’t swallow him).

I fucking love every second.

My dragon’s rough thrusts shove me back onto Lucius’ ruthless tongue, which my other alpha doesn’t seem to mind a bit. Instead, my wolf’s strong hands spread me wider. He’s got my pussy and my pucker on display back there like they’re butterflied.

When Lucius’ tongue withdraws from my aching core to swipe over the throbbing heat of my clit, my inner dragon spreads her wings. I jerk and let out a keening cry. Of course, the sound is muffled by Max’s cock.

“No more foreplay, darlings.” That sinister purr is all Vasili. Suddenly, he’s crouched right next to me on the carpet, long and pale and sinuous, peeling out of his teal jockstrap like a snake shedding his skin. “Sweet fuck, our little queen’s more than ready. For all of us.”

Then my snake slithers under our linked bodies, under the London Bridge of me on my hands and knees, spitroasted between Max’s dick in my mouth and Lucius’ tongue in my pussy.

My tits are hanging free and unmolested. That changes when Vasili’s cool hands cradle my girls and his silky mouth closes around one pierced nipple.

He goes right for the pinprick punctures of his mating bite on my tit, because of course he bit me like Cleopatra’s asp the first night we fucked. The slick of his tongue over those tiny scars shoots a zinging jolt of pleasure, like Cupid’s arrow, straight to my clit.

Fuck. Me.

Now I’m really losing it.

I whimper and arch into his wicked suck.

Vasili’s tall body uncoils beneath me, his legs winding between mine and Lucius’, all of us shifting to accommodate him. My Goblin King’s laser-focused on licking and sucking and teasing my already overstimulated nipples. Under this assault, my tits feel even more swollen and full, like this devoted attention from one of my alphas is having an actual hormonal effect.

Lucius shoves three fingers (claws retracted) deep in my slick and ravenous cunt. When I clench around him with a moan, he snarls with satisfaction.

He’s testing my readiness to take his knot.

Cheese on toast, Lucius, I gasp through our bond, while he finger-fucks me slowly, with tortuous restraint. I’m your queen. I can fucking handle you, okay? I can handle all of you.

I writhe between them, my mouth full of Max’s dick, my cunt full of Lucius’ fingers, with Vasili’s long sexy body undulating against me and his hot sucking pulls on my nipples making me even wetter. All my shifty senses are super acute and honed to a wicked edge, so the tiny moist sounds of Lucius’ fingers riding my cunt sound amplified, along with Max’s heavy breathing and Lucius’ bestial grunts and the slither of leather somewhere behind me as Neo works Ronin out of his pants.

Because we’re all linked, I feel the sizzle of every new contact.

Like this one right here, when Lucius’ hand drops between us to find Vasili’s hard length and starts stroking.

“Dear pet,” my snake gasps, sounding breathless and ragged. “Don’t tease. We’re all waiting for that knot of yours. Why don’t you lube him up, Ronin? That’s a lot of cock for our little darling to handle.”

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