Page 102 of Gemini Queen
I’m a Brazilian girl, I don’t even cultivate a landing strip, so the sight of me naked doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Vasili looks intrigued, eyes glittering like diamonds and riveted as he kneels at my feet and drinks in every inch of me. Without once looking away, Ronin rips open a condom and unrolls it down his shaft, his predatory gaze absolutely smoking.
Suddenly Ronin lunges, and I don’t even see him coming. Fight-or-flight adrenaline spurts through me and lights up every synapse in my body.
For a heartbeat I think this setup is all one big con and here’s when he evens the score for his twin’s death and takes me out.
I’m dangerous to startle, and a hum gathers in my throat.
But before I can summon the lightning I swore I’d never call, he flips me flat on my back on the futon and crawls between my legs.
“That’s so bloody beautiful, love,” he says, low in his chest. “You standing there naked with your hair floating and your hands sparking and your cunt dripping, just waiting to be fucked. Didn’t think you ought to be kept waiting.”
I always knew there’s a reason I like him.
Our mouths collide and his long silky hair cascades down around my face and my arms wrap around him, palms slicking down his sweating back. His cock tunnels into the soaking crevasse between my thighs and I tilt my hips to give him access. I’m so slick and ready, God, more than ready. Ready for him to thrust in deep.
And that he does, the shock of his thick rod burning as he stretches me. He grunts like an animal and a cry rips from my throat.
“Gods, yes,” he groans into my mouth. “Shit, Zara,yes.”
“That’s right,” I pant. “I’ve got what you need, Ronin. Fuck me.”
He eases back a breath, then his pelvis snaps forward. I hook my legs around his lean hips and rock into him. He grapples my arms from around his neck and pins them safely over my head, my dangerous hands that wield power I can barely control, his grip hard enough to leave bruises. He’s out of his head with mating fever, pounding into me in a blind and brutal rut.
But I’m not afraid of this, he’s mine, he’s mine even if he doesn’t know it, and his need is my need.
I meet every vicious thrust, every bit as wild and frenzied as he is, my teeth sinking into his lower lip hard enough to make him curse, the rapid slap of flesh against flesh noisy in the little room. He’s hitting my sweet spot with every stroke, that Prince Albert he’s rocking is literally God’s gift to me in that moment, and I’m writhing and pinned under his heavy weight and just freaking loving it.
When I get my rocks off, this whole building’s going to explode.
Especially when I see Vasili looming over us watching every pump while he rolls on a condom. He has an absolutely gorgeous cock, longer than Ronin’s but not as thick, curving and supple like the rest of him, and my mouth is literally starving to suck the soul out of him.
But he’s Ronin’s boyfriend, not mine.
Damn it. Icannotlose track of that basic truth.
Even when what I really want is to claim them both.
Ronin clamps his mouth onto my neck and sucks hard enough to raise a bruise. I gasp under his stinging bite. Now I guess all three of us will be sporting them in various places, but I love that he wants to mark me. Vasili climbs onto the futon behind Ronin and, between thrusts, we all adjust for that. Good thing I got Ronin nice and lubed before I got so distracted kissing the shit out of Vasili, who might not even have wanted to be kissed. He even tried to recoil, didn’t he? But I just wouldn’t let him.
He probably only kissed me in the first place because Ronin wanted him to.
Sweet Jesus, what if I kiss-raped him?
If I did, Vasili must be totally fucking horrified.
Either way, he seems to have survived being kissed, and having a girl do the deed. He’s recovered enough that he’s working a few fingers into Ronin to test the fit, because Ronin buries his face in my shoulder and bites out a desperate curse.
“I prepped him already,” I pant, tonguing his bite to comfort him. “Stop teasing him. He fucking needs you.”
“This may come as quite the shock,” Vasili mutters, eyes fixed on what he’s doing, face ruthless with intent, “but I’m the master of ceremonies who’s running this show.”
Oh hell to the no. I know better than to give an alpha like him free rein in my bed.
But, admittedly, the sight of Vasili Romanov fisting his own cock and thrusting three fingers in Ronin Pendragon’s needy holeisa major distraction.
Ronin’s fucking me on every downstroke and fucking himself on Vasili’s fingers with every recoil. The expression on his face is amazing, jaw clenched with determination, eyes blazing with need, brow furrowed with effort. Just that look on his face is almost enough to push me over the edge.
Especially with Vasili finally lining up to give Ronin the brutal reaming he clearly craves. My head pops up, because this I definitely want to see.
