Page 127 of Gemini Queen
“Bend over,” I snarl in her ear. “And hold on. I’m not going to be gentle.”
Her head snaps toward me and her mouth claims mine, fangs and all, in a ravenous kiss.
Good,she whispers in my head.Show me how much you want me.
God in Heaven knows, showing her how much I want her isn’t going to pose any difficulty.
I shove my trousers down with unseemly haste and grip my length in a rough fist. I give a few hard pumps to slow myself down while she spreads her hands against the wall and bends forward, head turned back to watch, face feral with hunger, ass tilted in the air under that obscenely short skirt.
And what an ass she has. Round and toned and suntanned except for the tiny white triangle of what must have been the world’s most minuscule bikini.
Merciful Christ, how the sight of her inflames me.
“Hurry,” she demands, and it’s all I can manage to focus on what she needs rather than what she wants.
“Just a moment. We need a prophylactic.” That’s the very least of what she needs. I fumble in my greatcoat pocket, because I knew the instant I woke this morning that I’m going into heat, precisely as Vasili intended, and I didn’t dare leave thedomusunprepared. “I have a condom.”
“Hmmm.” Her lids drop over her glowing eyes and the corner of her full lips curls in a predatory smile. “Ronin says you’ve been celibate for, what, years?”
“Until this week, yes.” I tear the package open with my teeth and unroll the prophylactic over my thick shaft and down my straining length.
“Then I wouldn’t insist.” At my blank stare, her smile deepens. “On the condom. Because I’m clean. And protected from getting pregnant. I don’t have a clue why this is, but all I seem able to think about is fucking all four of you. In the bare.”
I groan and grip the base of my cock, desperately bracing against a visual that nearly makes me climax in my own hand. In part, my reaction stems from the fact that she’s talking about claiming all four of us—every male courtier she has—for her harem. In part, I’m reacting to the sexual invitation my queen has just issued, an invitation which comes quite close to a command. In part, I’m reacting to the fact that this—what she’s feeling—is the mating instinct.
Despite her clearly stated intention to abdicate, every cell in my queen’s luscious body is preparing her to ascend.
But this is the twenty-first century, and she isn’t chattel to be claimed. I’m determined to protect her, even while my wolf’s baying for me to fuck her raw.
“I’ll never put your safety at risk.” I crowd in behind her, spam her tiny waist in my hands, and nuzzle the back of her neck. “On that account, my queen, you may place your trust in me entirely.”
“I do. I trust you, Lucius. Or I wouldn’t be here.” She shivers under my touch. “Now hurry up and fuck me.”
Yes!My wolf tilts his muzzle to the sky and howls with triumph.She’s ours. Claim our queen.
My lack of restraint may be sinful, but damn if my wolf isn’t right.
I fit my engorged manhood to that soaked crevasse between her thighs, grip her hips to anchor her, and tunnel deep inside her in a single ruthless thrust.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Zara
The scrape of Lucius’ fangs against the back of my neck almost spanks my monkey. I’m literally shivering with anticipation. Because I’m definitely rocking a vampire fetish. But it’s the size and threat of him lurking behind me that has me pushing my ass back into his monster cock and squirming with impatience.
Until he grips my hips hard enough to bruise me and sheathes that thick shaft of his brutally deep inside. A cry rips from my lips and thunder crashes overhead.
Cheese on toast, this entire effing Academy is going to know I’m getting off. But I’ve got the hottest prof at the Academy bending me over and buried a good eight inches deep (at least) in my cunt.
So sue me. I love this.
My power’s sizzling and sparking just under my skin like a live electric wire. Sparks crackle and fly between our joined bodies as he backs off and lunges back into me, so thick he’s splitting me open. He snarls in my ear like a wild animal and I moan deep in my throat. The big bronze bells suspended beside us hum in tune with every moan.
I hope Lucius knows what he’s doing with my lightning, because I haven’t felt this out of control since that night in the Gemini casino. And they carted folks away from that one in body bags.
“You can—trust me,” he grits in my ear, the words scraping out in time with his punishing thrusts. “My queen—Zara—you’re so—damn—tight.”
I gasp out a winded laugh. “That’s because you’re so damnbig. Damn, Lucius, you’re a beast—”
