Page 174 of Gemini Kings
All ruddy-faced and dripping with spunk, he sputters and glares up at me.
He’s simply speechless with indignation.
(And also with choking.)
Zara, for one, likes what she sees. She flings her head back, eyes pulsing with purple fire, and cries out in the lightning voice.
Neo whimpers, “Holy crap, V” and shudders with an orgasm that makes the curtains sway.
I release Maxim’s throat, plaster my body over the dragon’s, and give him a messy open-mouthed kiss that’s coated with our mingled essence. He kisses me back like he’s punishing me, his arms locking around me, one hand clamping around my head to hold me in place. His stiffening cock nudges against my belly.
My ohmy. Looks likesomeonein this bed doesn’t mind being rather dominated himself.
“You know you deserved that,” I whisper, licking into his mouth and making us both messy. “And you’ll never be my alpha. No, it’s quite the other way around, isn’t it, darling? I want to hear you admit it before I stretch your lovely hole and come fathoms deep inside your tight virgin ass.”
He snarls with rage and rolls both of us over so he’s on top again, which topples Zara and then Neo into the vacant spot.
“Oh, bloody hell,” Ronin says from somewhere near the door. “No wonder the power’s out again.”
Lucius fills the doorway behind him, belted neatly into his lord of the manor smoking jacket, with his chestnut curls tied in a knot and his eyes already flaming red with need. He takes one look at the scene unfolding in Max’s bed, shoves into the apartment, drags the door shut behind him, then scoops Ronin into his arms and strides to the bed.
Ronin’s still wearing the tunic and trousers of thegiwe use to practice our fighting forms. As Lucius lowers him to the floor, my boyfriend grins down at me, the tussling dragon, and our enticingly naked Zara wrapped up in an intriguingly still priapic Neo.
Ronin’s tiger eyes ignite with interest. “Don’t need me between the two of you then, loves?”
“This one has accepted me as alpha,” Maxim asserts, discreetly mopping the remnants of my messy climax out of his eyes.
“Andthat oneis hallucinating from his pain meds. Darling, you’re horribly overdressed,” I tell Ronin, rolling again to pin Max beneath me. Then my gaze shifts to Lucius. “As are you, pet. Help each other out, why don’t you.”
Lucius is already peeling Ronin out of hisgiwhile Ronin unbelts Lucius’ jacket with gratifying haste.
Although truly, I’ve just climaxed, I’m already contemplating an encore performance.
For some reason, Mercury is sexed up and frisky as fuck this morning. He currently has Zara spooned up against him, both of them lying on their sides to watch Maxim and me.
Our queen looks utterly smug and practically purring with contentment. And truly, why shouldn’t she? We’ve all enjoyably fucked her within an inch of all our lives to bring her through her superheat.
Now that this dragon is finally settling into the polycule, perhaps we’ll all finally have a quiet term between now and finals.
Nicely naked, Ronin crawls into bed like a panther, muscle rippling and flexing under his tawny skin and flaming dragon tattoo, eyes feral with intent. Looking equally feral, Lucius crawls in behind him and tugs loose the bun that holds Ronin’s hair out of the way for fighting. It pours down around them, and Zara uncurls to her knees to reach for both of them, our mates.
Ronin pulls her into his arms and swoops to claim her with a savage kiss that bends her back, her blue curls spilling across Max’s chest. Lucius looms behind Ronin, his fangs descending, one hand already rummaging around the nightstand for the big tube of lubricant Max has taken to storing there.
“Can’t today, love,” Ronin stops kissing Zara long enough to tell Lucius. “I’ve had dragon inside me half the night. Not that I’m complaining, but any bloke needs a bit of a breather after a shagging like that. Possibly Neo might do the honors—”
“Actually,” Neo announces, sitting up with a purposeful expression, “I’d normally be all over that. But I’d like to be on the other end of things this time.”
We all turn to stare.
If I’m the resident top of all the cocks in this bed, then Neo’s the resident bottom. Ronin’s temporarily out of commission, Max is still skittish, and Lucius only bottoms for me, so…
Neo clears his throat. “With Zara. If, uh, you don’t mind, babe?”
“Oh Neo.” Her voice goes all husky, because there’s nothing our girl adores more than a well-executed back door rogering. “Pretty safe to say I definitely don’t mind. You gonna get me all ready, baby?”
Now this is one performance I truly must see.
Chapter Thirty-Four
