Page 97 of Gemini Queen
Zara’s eyes lock on mine like lasers as she reaches behind her to pop the clasp on her bra. The straps slip from her shoulders, but she catches the lacy scrap of fabric barely in time and holds it to her breasts.
The tease makes me catch my breath.
“Will this be okay for you?” she whispers, uncertainty flickering in her face. “I know you don’t…”
I’m edgy, restless, hungry to see what her lingerie only hints at. I swallow hard and nod.
This is for Ronin, after all.
He needs her.
She swallows too, then lets the lingerie fall. At exactly the same moment, Ronin reaches into my minuscule lavender briefs and wraps his fist around my cock. A moan claws up my throat and I thrust into the familiar vise of my boyfriend’s grip. But I can’t seem to look away from her.
Zara.
Her dark rose nipples are swollen and erect, areolae blooming a pretty carnation pink against all that soft skin. Her perfect breasts are framed in pale triangles from the world’s tiniest bikini, standing out against her Malibu tan, and I truly don’t have the first damn notion why I’m so inflamed by the sight. Quite possibly it’s those dainty silver rings piercing her nipples, which must make her so sensitive there to touch.
“Like what you see, don’t you?” Ronin whispers in my ear, nipping my earlobe.
I moan in response, even though he hardly requires a verbal confirmation since he’s in my head, he’s feeling what I feel, and I’m so hard for him I’m nearly spilling in his hand.
It’s him, it’s what he’s doing to me. And it’sher. It’s what he’ll be doing to her.
“Stop thinking so bloody hard and just enjoy the show,” he breathes. “It’s not a bloody felony for you to enjoy this.”
“This doesn’t mean I’m straight,” I feel the need to stipulate. Because I paid far too steep a price to admit I’m not to let my sexuality be called into question ever again.
“Gods, I fucking hope not,” Ronin growls, nuzzling hard into my throat.
His need is riding him hard, but Zara clearly senses my conflict. She’s holding back, that hint of vulnerability still lurking in her gaze. She glances toward her fallen sweater like she’s seriously thinking about slipping back into it.
Well, we can’t have that.
We’re all in this together. We started this together. For some elusive reason I can’t seem to articulate, we need to finish this together.
All three of us.
I release Ronin and grip Zara’s hands. Tiny sparks of electricity pop and sparkle violet between us in the dim light. If what we’re doing rings her bell, she’ll probably blow every circuit on the block. Because she trulyisthat powerful, and the thought of setting her off like that should actually alarm me.
Instead, the notion clamps my cock in a fist of savage pleasure.
I bare my teeth in a snarl and grapple her closer. I love the way she’s straddling my lap, the supple flex of her thighs wrapped around mine, the hot juncture at her core pressed against me.
“Vasili,” she says on an indrawn breath, gaze pinned to my exposed fangs.
I manage to stop snarling, because of course my fucking fangs repel her.
Now her naked front is pressed against Ronin’s naked back. He growls in sensual pleasure and strokes my shaft and sucks hard on my neck. The perennial worry over my fangs dissolves in a vortex of pain and pleasure.
“God, yes, mark me,” I gasp into his stinging suck.
I want him savage and hurting me, which will free me to hurt him in return. When the two of us fuck, it’s brutal.
Except this time, it’s going to be the three of us.
I fumble to find Zara and press her palm flat over his leather against the thick bulge of his cock.
He rocks his hips into her touch and says thickly, “Going to fuck both of you so hard.”
