Page 147 of Gemini Queen
Finally, I’m hot as fuck to bury myself deep inside Zara and ream her naughty little body until both of us lose our minds.
So Lucius and I are silent as we slip into the atrium and shed our outer wear and prowl through the chilly house to her bedroom. She’s left the door unlocked for us, and I wait (uncharacteristically) for Lucius to precede me, because I’m deeply suspicious that he’ll flee the scene entirely given half a chance.
My wolf shifter squares his shoulders and pulls in an audible breath before he pads inside. I sidle right in behind the poor darling and waste no time closing and locking the door, before he can even think of backing out. If I had a key, I’d pocket it.
He’s not getting past me until I’ve thoroughly had my way with him.
Inside, I welcome the warmth of the crackling fire. Lucius is standing stock-still between me and the bed, so I can’t see a damned thing. But the air is thick with the musk of semen and the creamy sweetness of a queen’s mating scent, laced with the potent kick of Mogadon pheromones.
“Smells like you’ve started without us, darlings,” I murmur approvingly, sliding up behind Lucius so I can see properly over his shoulder, while still thwarting his escape if my skittish new mate tries to bolt.
He’s breathing fast and audibly, and I can certainly appreciate why.
Zara’s lounging naked against the carved headboard of that spectacular bed of hers, head flung back, face languid with need while she moans and plays with her own nipples. Neo’s buff body is likewise naked and well worth admiring, muscled back flexing and bulging shoulders rippling as he crouches with his vividly colored head buried between her spread thighs, his big hands cradling her knees to spread her wider.
And thepiece de resistance? Why, that would be Ronin, kneeling naked behind Neo with three shiny fingers thrusting in and out of Neo’s sculpted ass. Neo’s breathing hard and his hole is swallowing Ronin’s fingers with a greedy eagerness that gives my own cock a hard jolt.
My, my. It seems our Mr. Mercury truly does enjoy ass play. I file that handy little fact away where I won’t lose it for later.
As for Ronin, my boyfriend’s heat is clearly driving him. His gorgeous skin is gleaming with sweat and trembling with restraint. He’s jacking himself with one hand while he stretches Neo’s hole with the other, because he’s such a talented boy. Indeed, I can see Ronin’s perilously close to skipping the rest of his scheduled foreplay entirely and reaming our virginal First Boy until they all see stars.
I’ve been anticipating the need to seduce my skittish Lucius with the skill and persistence of a damn Romeo, but I haven’t taken into account the impact of having Ronin and Zara both in heat. For every flicker of protective, possessive, fuck-you-until-you-pass-out alpha instinct I’m feeling toward Lucius, he’s feeling the same toward those two.
In fact, he takes one long look at the three of them and starts peeling out of his vintage tux like this is an Olympic sprint and the starting gun’s just gone off—coat, cravat, shirt all shucked and flying and hitting the floor in record time. He’s got his belt ripped open and he’s working on his trousers when I slide an arm around his waist to pin his back against my front and lower my mouth to the little half-healed punctures my fangs have left in his shoulder.
“Merciful God, Vasili,yes,” he groans in a broken voice, his head listing sideways to give me access.
At least he’s finally stopped calling me Mr. Romanov.
“Hmmmm,” I murmur against his bite, laving the punctures with my tongue. When I pluck the tie from his hair, his soft curls tumble down around his shoulders. “Pet, you’re so sexy like this I can barely stand it.”
Zara’s head lifts and her eyes open to find mine, but she’s moaning steadily under what appears to be the inspired play of Neo’s tongue, her breathless little whimpers rising in pitch, and she’s far too close to her own climax to speak. Neo’s utterly absorbed in getting her off, and even Ronin hardly spares us a heated glance, his amber eyes fixed on Neo’s eager hole.
“About bloody time the two of you show up,” my boyfriend mutters, slicking back his long hair. “What’re the odds I can get both of you inside me for a proper DP to finally break this fucking heat?”
Now, there’s an intriguing notion. Clearly Lucius is torn between the powerful but foreign instinct (as an alpha himself) to submit to my tending and the equally powerful drive to pounce on Ronin, but I appreciate that Ronin wants to finish Neo and Zara first. My boyfriend’s going to have his hands full (to say nothing of his lovely tight hole) once Lucius and I have a go.
“Darling, I love how you’re thinking,” I purr. “And rest assured we do intend to give all three of you an extremely thorough railing… in due course. Lucius, pet, why don’t you assist me out of this corset.”
That certainly appears to be the magic word (you’d be surprised what the sight of me in a corset can do for a man), because my teacher turns on me with his face savage and his wolf snarling and drags me into a brutal kiss.
Chapter Forty-Two
Zara
The dragon of my mating heat is fully alert and pacing inside me, eyes flaming and tail lashing. Neo has my thighs spread wide and he’s tonguing my swollen clit and I’m thrusting into his hot tongue while my aching pussy clenches and releases like a fist that needs to be filled.
Between my own desperate moans, I’m sneaking peeks at Ronin, who’s alternately pumping his dick and stretching Neo’s virgin hole to take his first cock. Neo’s whimpering and fucking himself on Ronin’s fingers and definitely looking ready to welcome the rest of him, but my dedicated mate circles and sucks my clit like a champion and spears into me while I writhe and cream all over his tongue.
I honestly didn’t think I could get any hotter.
But seeing Vasili and Lucius loom over the bed, my shifter’s rangy build already half naked, hair falling around his shoulders and eyes glowing red, while Vasili licks Lucius’ bite and stares at me with his smoking eyes, I realize I was dead wrong.
I’m about to get much, much hotter.
Ronin dives in to apply his tongue to Neo’s hole the way he’s apparently promised Neo he would. My fated mate flings his head back with a tortured cry, his contorted face a perfect study of sexual ecstasy.
“Wow, the two of you… so freaking hot,” I gasp.
