Page 61 of Gemini Wicked

“Take a deep breath, babe,” Neo whispers, his strong hands kneading my quivering quads. “You can do this.”

Finally, under our combined efforts, my body yields to this supersized intrusion with a shuddery sigh.

Well lubed by Ronin’s efforts and my own copious slick, the hot bulge of Lucius’ knot presses against my tender folds till my pussy waves the whole flag and surrenders.

When Lucius’ knot seats deep inside me, his wolf gives a short bark of triumph.

Vasili hisses with pleasure and rocks into both of us.

Max’s dragon trumpets and mine roars.

Behind me, I sense Ronin and Neo falling into each other’s arms in a hug of shared victory that quickly turns heated.

“Wolf king.” Max pants in his guttural accent, between thrusts that make all our joined bodies rock and sway. “We are yours. We are all—yours to command.”

I have no idea where this submissive streak in my incredibly alpha dragon is even coming from. I mean, literally, who knew?

But I am here for it.

Then I’m lost in it, this, them, all of them.

Max loses his mind first in a violent climax that spills spurt after spurt of hot cinnamon jizz down my throat. I gulp and swallow and slurp him down till my eyes water.

Neo falls to his hands and knees on the carpet beside me, face turned toward me and glasses askew, his eyes squeezed shut, flushed and whimpering with pleasure while Ronin fucks him deep and long at last.

The sight of Ronin’s tawny tattooed body flexing, inky hair swirling as he pounds into sweet Neo from behind like some kinda sex demon, is so hot it’s pornographic.

Vasili’s coiling and writhing beneath me like he’s out of his Goblin King mind, pistoning viciously into the tight vise of my snatch and fucking Lucius at the same time as their cocks glide together inside me. My snake’s hot breath and sharp fangs against my defenseless tits are a constant menace.

But I’m his to ravish. In all the ways. Always.

And Lucius.

Sweet Jesus.

Lucius is a grunting, growling, savage beast, his hot hairy bulk pressed into my back, his thick dick hammering into me with ruthless purpose. That monster knot of his locks all three of us together, probably for a good long while.

I’m teetering right on the brink of a climax that’s gonna blow every fuse on the island (again).

Vasili’s sharp cry and the hot kick of his alpha shifter cum spurting against my inner walls push me hard over the cliff.

Now I’m in free fall, pinwheeling through the night, my blind scream of rapture mingling with the resonant roar of my dragon. I convulse around Lucius’ knot, squeezing that fat bulb of flesh like a washcloth, and he joins me in a bellow that releases a gush of hot shifter spunk that floods my basement and inundates V’s cock.

Ronin is swearing like a sailor getting off, Neo’s yelling with a very unbookwormlike abandon and clutching my hand, my guys are all with me as we plummet.

The pop of the bulb on the desk lamp blowing just adds an exclamation mark to the sentence.

Let this whole goddamn island know we’re fucking. These guys are mine and I’m keeping them and I’m ruling with them—all of them—at my side.

And Cleo Ferrari, my so-called rival for the witching world crown?

My backstabbing bitch of an ex-BFF better stay the fuck outta my way.

Chapter Twelve

Ronin

When my eyes pop open with a start, a misty dawn’s streaming into our digs, right past those open curtains we definitely left closed last night. A summer breeze, crisp with briny sea, tickles my sleepy face.

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