Page 77 of Gemini Queen
Shit. Between the two of them, I’m going to erupt like a volcano in about six seconds flat. Or possibly sooner. I’m going to come all over my own blasted uniform—
“No, it’s okay. We’ve got you.” Zara slides to her knees between my spread thighs and wraps her perfect mouth around my cock.
A strangled cry claws from my throat.
Neo swallows my desperate noises, his big hands pinning me to the gazebo wall. He’s learning the feel of my mouth and I’m learning his. His glasses are sliding down his nose and he tastes like mint and innocence, but he’s so hungry for me it’s a revelation. Like, seriously, how could I possibly have missed that he’s crushing on me?
But he’s following her silent lead. He’s very good indeed at following orders, this lad is.
And right now she’s determined to make me come undone.
My circuits are frying with sexual overload. Smoke must be rising from my skin. Thank fuck Zara skips the foreplay and goes straight for the main event, her head bobbing up and down my dick with a determination I silently bless her for. I wrap her sweet schoolgirl ponytail in my fist like I’ve been dying to do all day so I can set the pace and I buck into the hot wet suck of her mouth. My piercing bumps against her tongue and she moans around my cock and Neo moans too and sucks on my tongue in exactly the same rhythm.
I can’t seem to swallow the sharp urgent cries climbing from my throat. Which would definitely be a problem, from a discretion perspective, if our mouths weren’t fused together so hard you’d need a crowbar to pry us apart.
Gods, I needmoreof them, both of them. Between them, they’ve got me pinned down and writhing and I’m so… bloody…close…
I’m trying my damnedest not to choke the girl with my cock. But when she takes me in deep, throat rippling around me as she swallows me down, I’m done for.
Especially when her deadly hand cups my balls and squeezes.
I arch off the bench and come with a shout that would take the roof off the gazebo if not for Neo’s muffling mouth. The mating fever intensifies the whole experience, just like it did last night. Then, both Lucius and I came buckets, and now it feels again like I’ll never stop spurting. I empty my load down Zara’s throat for what seems like forever.
Finally I collapse on the bench with a gasp. Right before the damn church bell starts tolling for class.
“Sweet gods,” I pant, loosening my clench on Zara’s ponytail and Neo’s hair and patting clumsily at both of them.
Zara lifts her head and licks her lips and grins smugly up at me. She’s left smudges of bubble-gum pink lipstick all over my cock (not that I’m complaining). Neo’s smiling too, all flushed and rumpled with his well-kissed mouth and his steamed-up glasses. He pushes a hand through his tumbled curls, which has no discernable taming effect whatsoever, and climbs to his feet.
Shit. Vasili’s going to murder me for snogging Neo Mercury.
My boyfriend’s far too observant and far too connected to me not to have noticed, and he’s going to be jealous as fuck. But at this juncture, with my mating heat broken and endorphins flooding my system, I can’t bring myself to give a single combustible damn.
The little Gemini zips me up and scrambles to her feet. Her nose wrinkles at me, but she’s still smiling. “Honestly, Ronin, don’t you evenownunderwear?”
“Never seen the point, love,” I murmur, still working to catch my breath. Quite possibly, I’ll skip my next class. I actually need to recover.
Yet for some reason, I hear myself asking, “Know where you need to go?”
“Genetics class,” Neo answers for her, shouldering her knapsack. “I’ll get her there on my way to Honors Earth Magic with the Dean.”
Because, yeah, the bloke’s that gifted. He bloody takes Honors track with the bloody Dean, who isn’t exactly the nurturing type and typically doesn’t teach.
“I know where to go,” Zara points out with a frown, fixing her lipstick and tightening her ponytail with a determined twist.
Neo and I exchange a quick look. Turns out we’re both thinking if he goes with, odds are she won’t be hazed on the way.
Or worse.
Catching the byplay, she huffs out a breath and repeats firmly, “I know where to go, and I know how to take care of myself. Don’t worry about me, okay?”
Yeah, like that’s about to happen. Her fated mate not worrying. Or even me not worrying, for that matter.
Somehow, after what just went down between us, she’s gotmefucking worrying.
And she’s not waiting about for permission, is she? The witch slips her knapsack off Neo’s shoulder and takes off before he can formulate a word of protest.
Brow furrowing, Neo ducks out after her.
