Page 123 of Gemini Kings
I want all three of us much closer.
I buck into the hot friction of Zara’s slippery thighs. Between the glide of Max’s hand and the scent of Zara’s pussy, my cock’s weeping, and we’re all getting good and slick.
I find the tight peak of her pierced nipple and give my girl a pinch. “Will you kiss the dragon for me, love?”
Her eyes open wide and violet fire spills out.
“I want to feel your mouth on my body, Adam,” she snarls. “Right where your hand is. Do that, and I’ll kiss the dragon.”
Bloody hell, she doesn’t have to ask twice.
I grip her thigh, drag her hard against my body, and tug her bodice down another inch so her gorgeous breast is fully exposed, her nipple blushing pink and swollen around her ring. I swoop in to capture that sweet bud between my teeth and suckle hard, just as hard as I know she likes it.
Her head falls back and her sharp cry slides through the music. “Oh, fuck, Ronin, fuck.”
Max dives in, and she throws her arm around his neck and pulls him close. Their lips crash together above me in a messy kiss. I flick her nipple and work her ring with my savage tongue.
Between her thighs, she’s all sticky from both of us, and I rut blindly into all that slick heat. My cock’s bumping up against her soaked bare pussy, and if I can find the right angle I’m bloody fucking her right here on this bloody dance floor the way she bloody wants.
She and Max are still sloppy kissing, he’s jacking me with one hand and fisting her hair with the other. His barbed cock shoves up against my crack, and it’s literal agony, with our trousers still between us, not to have him filling me.
My hole’s just aching to clench around all that dick.
Zara surfaces from the kiss and drags in a gasp.
I lift my head to appreciate the sight of her with her mouth all puffy and breathless from dragon kisses, her hair falling down in spirals round her pretty flushed face, her eyes wheels of purple fire.
In the murky spill of candlelight, through coils of oily smoke, half the student body’s getting various degrees of naked as they writhe alongside us to the grinding beat.
The other half’s just sexy dancing and drinking and watching the three of us go at it.
I actually think it’s our heat driving all of them over the edge. Because group orgies aren’t typically the norm at an Academy bash.
“Whose cock d’you want inside you, love?” I drag my tongue up Zara’s sweating neck. “Because you’re definitely getting at least one of us.”
Max’s dragon rumbles in my ear. Suddenly the twin pricks of sharp fangs scrape my neck.
He’s not normally fangy, not at all, so he must be like Lucius.
He’s like my alpha.
He has fangs, all right. Apparently they descend from his palate when he wants a wee nip.
My pulse spikes with a spurt of adrenaline and a massive wallop of lust.
No biting, love.I shove the hasty thought into his lust-clouded head.Not tonight, and maybe not ever. We’ve got to discuss that shit with all six of us.
He snarls a protest, but I stand my ground.I mean it, Max. You bite me and you’ll launch Vasili into orbit. Not to mention I’ve got more than enough heat to deal with already, you feel me?
His raspy sex voice makes me shiver all over. “Not tonight then. But soon, Ronin Pendragon. Soon I will give you my mating bite.”
I can deal withsoon.
Long as I don’t have to deal withnow.
Max lifts his head and searches out Zara’s sex-drunk face. Between his parted lips I get a glimpse of those fangs he’s rocking, not as massive as Lucius’ but definitely bigger than Vasili’s elegant incisors. These days, shifter fangs give me an instant hard-on. In my cock, my heat pounds and rages.
Bloody hell. I need a fuck.
