Page 132 of Gemini Kings
I’m hoping that whole concept of more isn’t a flash of precognition but more, like, an aspirational statement.
Either way, now is not the time to tell me aboutmore. My hands are literally full with the ones I’ve already got.
Ronin’s still nuzzling and licking Max’s swollen crown and lapping up the steady drizzle of precum dripping from his tip, which is hot as fuck. I wrap one hand around Ronin’s cock to pump him nice and slow. At the same time, I cup and fondle the tight sac of Max’s balls.
They’re both losing their minds. Both my warlocks.
I love this.
Ronin and I share a lot of cock, because hereallyloves giving head. And so do I. The two of us together can get Neo and Lucius and even our sly and difficult Vasili to blow their loads in less than a minute (as timed on my dive watch) when we put our minds to it.
Now our lips meet around Max’s cock. We share slow sucking cum-sticky kisses around his crown, our gazes locked and pulsing with psi fire, Ronin’s arm looped around my waist to help me balance, his hand wrapped around the base of Max’s shaft to hold him steady. Max kneads my head and Ronin’s and whispers hoarse broken words in what has to be Russian.
Any time either one of us touches his barbs, he moans.
Those pointy babies, jutting out where his cock forks, are hella sensitive.
Pretty soon Max is rocking and thrusting and basically desperate to get his whole cock in someone’s mouth. But if he does, he’s gonna lock. Maybe, it sounds like, for a good long while.
And Ronin and I both need cock inside a whole other hole.
Pretty much now.
I can’t even look at the sub-basement window set high in the wall. That moon’s barely a sliver shy of full, and my inner dragon is more than restless.
She’s in full-scale rebellion.
If I even see the moon, pretty sure I’m gonna shift.
Then I’ll rise. And Max will follow. And I’m just not ready to lose my shit in some mindless frenzy of a mating flight.
“Soon,” Max says thickly. “Soon you will be ready, my queen.”
Steady on,Ronin whispers.She gets to say when.
Crap. It’s the goddamn mating bond.
We’re all linked.
All freaking three of us.
“Look.” Ronin drags his mouth free with a moan. “Here’s how this whole scene’s gonna go down. You come right over here, love.”
He pretty much peels Max off the wall and coaxes him down on his back on the pile of psychedelic cushions on the floor. Clearly Ronin wants to be on top, so he can control how much of that barbed cock he’s going to take.
I’m happy to follow Ronin’s lead this time.
Since he’s, uh, taking one for the team.
I peel Ronin out of his leather pants, find a packet of lube in his pocket (because he’s always prepared like that, he loves a good fuck), and fill my palm with the stuff. Ronin tears open a second packet and does his own prep, because it’s pretty obvi that whole end of things is totally new to Max. While Maxim watches with fire in his eyes, I wiggle out of my own dress. Now I’m wearing nothing but a pair of silver go-go boots, my nipple rings, and my lightning bolt earrings.
And I’ve never felt more like a lightning witch queen.
My hair floats in a cloud around my shoulders and static sparks along my skin. I climb onto the cushions and straddle Max’s hips.
He reaches for me hungrily, but I lean back out of reach. “Uh-uh, big guy. I’m just getting you all ready for Ronin.”
Which definitely isn’t the answer he wanted.
