Page 122 of Gemini Kings
My dick shoves against my zipper and a groan rips from my throat.
“Ronin,” he whispers in my ear, all strained and hoarse. “Am I… is this… permitted?”
“Fuck, Max, yeah.” I plaster Zara up against my front, all curves and sweat and latex, and grind my ass against the hard lean lines of the dragon behind me. “Let me feel you.”
Let us both feel you, love.
It’s crowded and chaotic and dark as fuck on this dance floor, everyone bumping up against everyone, and those flaming barrels are kicking out major smoke. Under all that camouflage, he bends to rub his face along the side of my neck. He needs to shave (or not, I fucking love his glittery gold stubble) and he’s rubbing his mating scent into my neck and growling and, gods, now he’s bloody licking the sweat off my skin and nipping a line of slow hot kisses up my neck.
He’s tentative at first, still afraid I’ll push him away, but the feel of his mouth on my body makes my dick ache. Then he finds a spot he likes, right where my neck curves into my trapezius muscle, and sucks a love bite into my skin.
My teeth clench and my hips punch forward. Zara tucks up against me and rides my cock, her leg twining around mine, my hand locking under her naked thigh to help her balance. Her silky skin’s so hot with her temp spiking that her heat burns my fingers.
Bollocks. It doesn’t feel like she’s wearing panties.
If she isn’t, all she needs to do is unzip me (because I never wear anything underneath) and I can push a few inches inside her and get in a few pumps, right here on this dance floor, without anyone much noticing.
“No, I want them to notice,” she says, thick and throaty as she rides my cock in time with the heavy beat. “If I wanna fuck my warlocks in front of half the witching world, who’s gonna make me stop? I’m your fucking queen.”
Have I mentioned I’m in love with this girl?
Because I totally bloody am.
I’d burn the world down for her.
For all of us.
“Gods on the mountain, that’s hot as fuck.” I swallow hard to clear my throat. “Go ahead and unzip me, Max. You know you want to. No one here’s going to stop you.”
He’s still sucking on my neck, I’m going to have a blasted hickey, and if I let him mark me, gods, I’ll never hear the end of it from Vasili. But Max groans against my skin and slips my button and slides down the zipper of my leather pants, just the way I tell him.
He breathes hard against my skin and wraps a hot hand around my throbbing cock.
It’s pretty obvi he’s never done this before, not with a guy, but he’s so eager to do it with me that it overrides all that first-time shyness lurking under his tough-guy persona. And I’m so hot for it myself I almost spurt in his hand.
Shit. My head falls back against his chest with a groan. I pump into his fist and drag Zara’s sexy body closer to both of us.
“Cheese on toast, that’s so hot,” she pants. “The two of you.”
My dick, with Max’s hand wrapped around me and stroking, shoves up against her crotch. I’m still not feeling any panties under that latex dress, and every brush of her inner thighs against my cock makes fireworks go off in my head. She’s wiggling in time with the beat and she’s massaging her tits through her dress and being pretty blatant about it, yet not any more blatant than some of the other action going down around us on the floor.
Her pierced nipples are jutting up against her latex.
And because I’m a telepath and she’s in heat, I know just how badly she wants me to play with them.
With a grunt, I find the zipper between her shoulder blades and give it a tug, just a few centimeters for now, in case this all turns out to be a really bad idea. Her bodice releases just enough to spill more of her juicy Hollywood curves into the open. At this point, the dress barely covers her nipples. She arches her back and pushes into me, so I reach in and get a handful of her breast, all pale under her tan line. I savor the silky warm weight of her in my palm.
No one else can get a proper eyeful, not really, not with her trapped against my body and my hand over her breast. But it’s no secret to anyone watching what’s going down.
“I don’t give a shit,” she growls, her lids lifting just a slit to burn me with her stare. Periwinkle fire’s pooling in her eyes and the soft tendrils slipping from that chic twist on her head are starting to float. “They need a potent fucking queen on that fucking throne, and that’sme. And only me. This is part of my power, Ronin. You and my warlocks, all fucking me good, you’re part of what’s gonna save us.”
Righty then.
Guess we’re all good with the PDA.
Behind me, Maxim groans and rocks his wiry body into my back while his hand builds an earnest rhythm up and down my shaft. He’s a bit awkward, he’s learning what I like, and he’s still afraid I’ll shove him away. I can feel all that fear still lurking inside him. But he’s really eager to please me, and that’s hot as shit. My hole flutters and clenches and generally wants to be filled.
Yeah, my blooming heat’s pretty much raging. If not for his jeans and my leather trousers, which are currently wide open but still clinging to my hips, I’d be feeling that dragon cock of his up close and personal. I’m riding his hand and cupping her tit and I want the two of them to get closer too, I want the two of them much closer.
