Page 125 of Gemini Queen
“Merciful Christ,” he mutters against my skin, the drag of his fangs making me crazy for his bite. “I swear your scent alone is enough to make any man drunk.”
“Then imagine how good I’m going to taste,” I groan. Beside me, the massive bells hum softly.
Because that was the lightning voice, just a wisp of it, a whisper of witchcraft buried in my deadly voice.
I go rigid in major alarm.
But he soothes me, warm hands sliding down my bare legs to coax my feet apart.
“Don’t be afraid of your power,” he rumbles. “You’re the Gemini queen. That power is yours to claim. I’ll always keep you safe.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not exactlymeI’m worried about—”
The rasp of his whiskers against my thighs dries up all my words. God, yes, I amsoready for this. So ready for him.
I yield to the insistent press of his hands against my inner thighs and widen my stance for him. I’ve never actually come standing up like this—except yesterday in the gym, watching Ronin and Vasili go at it—but somehow, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. I’m kicking out enough mating scent to make both of us high.
Underneath all that flowery sweetness lurks the dark musk of my slick.
His hands slide under my skirt and push the plaid aside. Which pretty much exposes the soaked scrap of my panties clinging to my hips and probably outlining my dripping slit. My clit feels so engorged with need it has to be the size of a cherry.
Clearly his wolf’s not in the mood to be teased.
Two fingers hook in my gusset and drag the drenched scrap aside. For what feels like forever, he drinks in the sight of me, his breath rough and his chest heaving, while my cunt clenches hard under his stare. I smooth his unruly hair away from his face and he looks up at me with those fiery eyes, the mute adoration of the wolf at war with the tortured craving of the man.
He’s trying to retract his fangs, but that’s the last thing I want.
“Your tongue,” I pant. “Do it. I need you to make me come.”
“Your wish.” His eyes hood and his face goes savage. “My command.”
His hot wet tongue licks up my slit and laves my clit. The tips of his fangs score my tender folds, though he’s being way too careful not to break my skin. My head falls back and a cry rips out of me that makes the bells hum. That low bronze note vibrates though my skull as he spreads me wide between his hands and fucks my cunt with his tongue and works my eager clit with a ruthless finger. My hips rock into his touch and his freaking teeth and my eyes fall shut and I angle my pelvis to get more of him, harder, deeper,more.
God, he’s mine. This is what he’s meant for. Meant to pin me to the wall, spread wide and wanton, with those powerful hands while I claw at the stone and sparks fly from my lethal touch and his tongue and fingers and teeth work their wicked magic.
He’s growling against my pussy, which is making mesohot. And apparently this tongue fuck is just a warm up, because once I stop clawing the wall and start clutching his head and blatantly fucking his face, he switches things up and his ruthless tongue starts playing with my clit.
“Fuck, Lucius,” I gasp. “Ohfuck.”
Which isn’t super articulate, but he’s so freaking good at this. He’s so good at tonguing me that tingles shoot down my thighs and make my toes curl.
Especially when he eases a finger inside my aching channel. Slippery with need, I clamp around him in a freaking death grip and ride his hand hard.
In about fifteen seconds, he’s going to ring my bell.
“That’s what we want,” he groans against my clit. “Want you to come all over our face.”
Meaning him and that beast barely contained inside him. Which is sexy as fuck.
My breathless cries are rising, the lightning’s in my voice, and thunder is growling and rumbling in the snowy skies. When he braces me against the wall and pulls one of my legs over his shoulder to open me wide and deepen the angle, then adds a second finger to the mix and pumps me, I bite my lower lip so hard I taste blood.
“Stop holding back,” he growls. “Let everything go. I won’t let you fall.”
But it’s only when his free hand smooths possessively over my ass and one finger slides down my crack to tease my back door that I lose it.
My first climax rips through me like a megaton warhead. My pussy locks around his thrusting fingers in my cunt so hard we’ll need a crowbar to pry him out of me, but right now he’s going nowhere. I fling my head back and shout to high heaven. The chemical reek of ozone drenches the air.
Then a blinding flash of lightning turns the world white.
