Page 65 of Gemini Queen
By the light of the lone candle, his skin is bronze and ink, etched with the pale glow of moonlight. His hair is a midnight banner against the tangled sheets. His eyes are pools of liquid fire. I stroke one hand down the hard plane of his abdomen, his skin burning with an inferno of fever, and trail my fingers over the straining column of his shaft, which makes him moan and writhe. I’m intrigued and a bit intimidated by the heavy ring of his piercing—this sort of adornment is new for me with a lover.
But that isn’t the foreplay he needs right now.
Clearly he knows what I intend. Indeed, he’s more than obliging, lying with his rump on the edge of the bed, legs bent and thighs parted. I’m so aroused myself I scarcely dare look at him, but my eyes follow my exploratory hand over the taut swell of his sac to trace the hot skin of his perineum. Framed by the luscious bulge of gluteal muscle, his hole is a puckered rose that lures me in close.
I circle his rim with a careful finger that makes him groan and shift, impatient in his need. I know he’s no virgin, but I can’t help wondering if he and Vasili…
“Bollocks, you’re obsessed with the bloke,” Ronin gasps, shoving into my finger to hurry me along. “Same way he is with you. Seriously, the two of you should be fucking.”
A river of icy shock pours through me.
But it would take far more than words to halt what I’m doing.
“I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for that encounter, dear one,” I say mildly, leaning in to nuzzle his thigh. Next time, perhaps I’ll prepare him with my tongue.
“You want to know the truth?” He pants and writhes like a cat in heat. “I want both of you. Either of you. Both of you together. All of us with Zara—gods, that more than anything.”
My mind reels under the concussive impact of these bombshell revelations. I’m honestly not certain whether I’m more disturbed by the thought of bedding my rival alpha or bedding my youthful queen. But the electric concept of bedding all three of them together—my students, God help me, every one of them forbidden—makes my wolf sit straight up and howl.
“Fuck, Lucius,” Ronin groans. “I’m literally losing my mind here. Are you bloody going to fuck me or not?”
At this point, I’m so emotionally lost in this man that the likelihood I won’t claim him has dwindled to zero.
My voice rumbles deep in my chest. “Rest assured I am definitely going to fuck you, my dear one.”
Standing naked at the foot of his bed, with my mate spread naked and desperate before me, I squeeze out a copious quantity of lubricant and tease one slick finger around his rim. I’d definitely like to do this with my tongue, but that’s a pleasure I’ll reserve for later, once my mate is well sated. When I ease my finger a careful inch inside him, he’s tight and hot and fluttering. I know he’s going to feel like absolute heaven clamped around my shaft.
Already he’s panting formoreandharderandfor fuck’s sake, Luciusand in no time at all I’m two fingers deep inside him. He’s gasping with pleasure and riding my hand. The instant I peg his prostate, he’s going to erupt like Mt. Vesuvius, and perhaps this first time that would truly be for the best—
“Uh-uh, no way, mate,” Ronin pants, rising up on his elbows to scowl at me. “We’re doing this together. Or we’re not bloody doing it.”
A reluctant chuckle slips past my guard. “Very well, you little tyrant. I find I’m in no mood to deny you anything.”
I slather a generous quantity of lubricant down my own length while my mate watches my every motion with heated eyes, hand wrapping around his own pierced length for a few leisurely strokes. I’m so incredibly hard and so hungry for him, my shaft leaking with eagerness, balls swollen and full with need. Just a few pumps of my hand would finish me off.
But my seed is for him tonight, all for him, only to bring him pleasure.
I fit my aching length to his well-prepared passage and push in with agonizing care.
He moans my name and clamps tight around me and I was right, this is absolute heaven. I’m on the thick side and I’m trying not to hurt him, but when I breach the ring of muscle that guards his passage, we both cry out in pleasure.
“Deeper, Lucius, I mean it. Give it to me, damn you,” he grits through clenched teeth.
I push his thighs toward him to deepen the angle and sheathe myself fully in my mate’s hot vise.
Sweet Blood of Christ, I’ve been craving this with him for months now—a secret truth I can no longer deny—but this is a pinnacle of delirium I never dared to imagine. I pin him to hold him still and pound into him with utter abandon, my mind empty of everything that isn’t his pleasure and mine. I’m growling curses and praise and promises in my mother tongue, while he’s crying out his own mindless ecstasy, so close to getting what he needs from me.
The knowledge that it’s me and not my rival Vasili who’s giving this to him affords me a vicious sense of triumph.
“Next time—want both of you,” he grunts. “Both of you—inside me—together.”
This blasphemous visual of sharing a double penetration with my troublesome rival ignites me with an erotic charge. The thrill of the utterly forbidden. My head snaps up with a shout, my balls clenching hard as my climax barrels toward me. My frenzied gaze lands on the opposite wall near the door, where a tall shadow stands in a slim shaft of moonlight.
It’s Vasili.
Watching.
Dear God in Heaven, he’s watching us fuck.
