Page 171 of Gemini Kings
Still, I’ve never been opposed to a little role play.
Slowly I sit back on my heels, bow my head for him just a little, and clasp my hands behind my back.
He rumbles with pleasure. “You are so beautiful like that.I swear to you, I will love you until the world ends.”
Well, he certainly knows what to say to persuade me.
Somehow, every day, he manages to work into some conversation or other between us those three precious little words. The same way Zara and Ronin have started to do. For someone like me who never heard them once growing up, I’m horribly susceptible.
It seems love truly is my greatest weakness.
Which is why I’m so very careful never to say those words to the dragon myself.
I hum with approval and lean forward to swipe my tongue across his slit. I know his taste of leather and brimstone, I have tasted him in Zara’s mouth and Ronin’s, I have lapped up his seed spilling from Zara’s pussy and dripping from Ronin’s sweet pucker. Just as he has tasted me in all these ways, both of us burning to explore each other’s passion through the two mates we share.
Now it’s just the two of us.
He and I.
I certainly intend to make the most of it. I might be the one who’s kneeling, but I intend to bring this king to his knees.
I intend to make him beg.
I lick along his length, circling that forked tip of his and the twin barbs that are so sensitive and so dangerous to touch, nudging him wider with my head so I can tongue the tight sac of his balls. His breathing turns harsh and ragged. When I nudge him even wider to taste his perineum, he bites down on a moan.
Oh, yes, he’s determined to play the alpha to the hilt.
But he’s never known an alpha like me.
I lick and suck and nibble my way up his shaft, pausing to deposit teasing little sucks around each sensitive barb, until he’s panting and twitching under my mouth. Next it’s his crown I’m teasing, nuzzling and licking his slit and circling his tip while he whispers curses in our mother tongue, and evading his increasingly urgent attempts to sheathe his length fully in my naughty mouth.
Truly, this is all too delicious.
“Vasili.” His hands fist in my hair and his tone turns harsh with demand. “Stop playing the cock-teasing bitch and suck me off.”
“My oh my,” I purr against his tip, slick with precum. “We reallyareworked up, aren’t we? Aren’t you going to say please?”
“Vasili…” His hips twitch and his cock bucks against my elusive lips. “When I am finally buried deep inside you, I swear to Christ I will fuck you harder than you have ever been fucked in your entire spoiled and overindulgent life.”
“Never going to happen,” I whisper.
Just before I engulf his swollen crown with my mouth.
His cock nudges against my palate and I lick underneath and hum around his shaft, but I still won’t take his barbs.
“More.” His voice is silk stretched over gravel, laced with short desperate pumps as he grips my head and begs to go deeper.
My eyes lift to find his. He’s riveted on the sight of me with my lips wrapped around his cock. Those eyes of his set me alight, fueling the heat that’s pulsing between my legs, filling my balls and swelling my dick, a burning column of need he won’t let me touch.
He’s mastering me the way an alpha masters his mate, and I absolutely loathe him for it.
Except that, truly, I’m the one in control.
My gaze never leaving his, I sink just a centimeter deeper, my lips on the edge of engulfing his barbs.
“Saint Sergius grant me patience,” he grits through his teeth. “Vasili.Dushenka. More.”
I sigh and envelop him to the hilt. His girth fills my mouth. All that sound he’s been fighting to contain rips out of him in a hoarse shout. His barbs shoot out and lock into place, lodging his cock in my mouth, hooking me around his shaft like a gaffed fish.
