Page 146 of Gemini Queen
“I’m going to tongue Zara’s pussy until she comes while I—oh God, please, I can’t say it—”
“While you what?” He’s breathing hard and rocking into me and utterly relentless.
I can’t, I can’t say it, but she’s deep-throating me again and he’s thrusting against my crack, audibly slick with his own fluid, my climax is clenching my balls and boiling down my dick, and the words explode between my clenched teeth in a raw shout.
“While I—take your cock—in my ass.”
The climax I’ve been fighting all night erupts with a roar, and I thrust with complete abandon into Zara’s mouth and empty my load down her throat.
I come for what feels like hours, pinned and euphoric and writhing with pleasure between my mates.
When my climax finally passes, I’m spent and empty and completely relaxed.
Zara lifts her head and licks the taste of me from her smiling lips. Her eyes are glowing lavender in the firelight and her ponytail is floating and she’s never looked more like the queen she is.
“You were so good, baby,” she praises me, all husky with her own craving.
“Love you so much,” I pant, though really, I’m falling in love with both of them so easily, and I don’t mind both of them listening in while I think about it. I’ve never been the one keeping secrets in this relationship.
“No more secrets,” she whispers. “I love you too, Neo.”
She makes me so happy, they both do, and she gives me a minute to catch my breath. But I know they both need me, and I’m more than willing to give both of them everything they need.
“You’re so sweet to us.” Zara’s hands slide down her own body, straight to the slick wet valley between her legs, which makes Ronin and me both groan. “Now get on your hands and knees for Ronin. He’s going to make you all ready for him while you get me off.”
Normally a sentence that loaded would have me obsessing in about ten different ways. But Ronin turns out to be one hundred percent right about the relaxing effect of an orgasm. All my worries about being the awkward virgin in this bed have just evaporated. Still, Ronin’s coiled tight with his own need behind me, because somehow, he managed to stoke my climax without giving in to his own.
And clearly my cherished one needs me to make her come.
Lazily I roll up to my hands and knees, which they’re now both happy to let me do.
“You’re a good lad,” Ronin praises me too, and I hum with happiness. “Ready for me now, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” I agree, lifting my face for Zara’s kiss. She tastes musky with my essence, and she’s hot and eager and desperate for my mouth.
Ronin rolls over, opens the nightstand drawer, and produces a slip of paper and a packet of lubricant. That sight would have sent me into a tailspin a little while ago, but right now my blissed-out brain is totally empty, and my hole gives a flutter of anticipation.
“Test results from today at the clinic,” he says tersely, offering me the paper. “Like we talked about. I’m clean. So, well, if the two of you wanted to…”
“Skip the condom?” I offer helpfully. I don’t even glance at the paper, because I know he’s telling the truth. “That sounds so perfect. As long as Zara wants—”
“Oh, she definitely wants,” Zara assures both of us.
“Then why don’t you sit up against the pillows, babe?” I suggest to her. “Now it’s your turn to come.”
Chapter Forty-One
Vasili
Lucius and I don’t exactly conduct a scintillating conversation on the wickedly cold hike back to thedomus. He’s entirely preoccupied with fretting over what could have happened to Zara with that first-class bastard Zerxes.
When he’s not worried about that, he’s fighting like blazes the mounting crisis of his mating heat and silently cursing me for inflicting it on him.
As for myself, I’m rather preoccupied with my own little obsessions. This dynamic between Lucius and me has shifted, and I’m feeling all the possessive, protective, chromosomal drive of an alpha shifter to tend my mate. I want to tongue his bite and care for him and fuck him until he falls absolutely to pieces under my cock. I blame the supermoon shedding its pale light all over the snowy streets for triggering all those restless, itchy shifter recessives I’ve apparently been suppressing all my life. Admittedly, they’re quite the handful to manage.
I’m also craving Ronin, the way I always crave Ronin.
I’ll admit I’m even curious to explore what might transpire between Mercury and me now that I’m not entirely despising his royalist guts.
