Page 48 of Gemini Kings
But it’s her body, so she must know.
“Missed you so much.” I slip another finger into her sucking depths and find the swollen bud of her clit with my thumb.
“God, Neo, fuck.” She breaks free of my starving kiss to sink her teeth into my earlobe. Not hard enough to break the skin, but I’m so hot to be bitten right now that I just about come off the bed and spurt in her hand.
I cry out and writhe against her, my glasses steaming and slipping down my nose.
“She’s starting early, I think. We both are. Dunno why.” Sounding strained, Ronin slides off my glasses and rolls over to deposit them safely on the nightstand. Between pumps into Zara’s hungry pussy, I rub the pearl of her clit and sneak a peek at Ronin’s tight ass.
I guess I’m not mad at that part of him. If Lucius were here, I bet our headmaster would already be railing him.
Zara stops jacking me long enough to shove frantically at my pants, and I’m more than happy with where we’re taking this. I barely let her skim the fabric down my ass before I’m easing my wet fingers out of her, which makes her whimper with disappointment.
But only until I envelop both fingers with my mouth to suck off her salty musk. A moan of delirious pleasure rolls up my throat. Her eyes meet mine, the eyes of my beloved, all heavy and pulsing with periwinkle fire. That’s because she’s a really strong witch, with loads of Valyrian DNA in her genetics, even if she doesn’t know how to control it all yet.
That’s why we’re here. At Icarus, I mean. She needs to learn to control her power if she’s going to ascend and become the strong queen we need on the throne to save the witching world.
“Fuck me, baby,” she says, all low and throaty. “Fuck me with that monster cock.”
Aaaaand that would be another reason we’re here.
A fist of excitement tightens my chest and makes my dick jerk. She doesn’t have to ask me twice, she never has. I’m already lining up my cock (I’m so big right now it’s embarrassing, but she absolutely does not seem to mind) even though my pants are still twisted around my thighs and I’m sweating through my tie and jacket and my hair’s falling into my eyes.
Ronin smooths my hair behind my ear and leans close to mutter, “Gods, Red, I swear to fuck the two of you are so hot. Let me make it up to you, love. Need to be inside you so bad right now I’m mental.”
His spicy scent of ambergris and bergamot steals through my senses. My balls clench up tight with need, because my dick’s definitely on board with being fucked by Ronin while I’m fucking Zara. It’s actually one of my favorite ways.
But he’s not getting off the hook that easy.
“No. I’m mad at you.” I know I sound petulant, and I’m still hurt and I still don’t understand why they left me behind but I can’t take it out on her, I just can’t. Not by withholding sex anyway. She’s my fated mate.
At the very least, Ronin’s really going to have to grovel. For both of them.
He laughs, low and husky, because of course he’s reading my mind.
“You fancy hearing me beg you for a shagging?” He stretches out on his back close beside me, shoves the blankets down to give me a good long look at all those lean muscles flexing under his skin, wraps his fist around his pierced dick, and starts to pump.
Which issohot I almost swallow my own tongue.
“Oh fuck Red,” he moans on a raspy exhale, arching into his own slow strokes. “This is for you. Both of you. Will you watch me?”
A whimper slips out of me.
“Behave yourself, Adam.” Zara gives a breathless laugh and fits my dick against her soaking pussy. “And stop teasing him—”
She breaks off with a gasping cry. That’s because I’ve just thrust deep inside her slick heat.
My eyes roll back in my head on a groan, because I’ve been literally on the edge of losing it since I saw her, and especially since she bit my ear. Right now it’s taking every shred of my self-control not to shoot my load on the first pump. As I barely hold onto my looming climax by my fingertips, my teeth sink into my lower lip hard enough to sting.
“Oh baby,” Zara whispers, low and shaking. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”
Her hot hands snake around my bare ass and grip. Her touch discharges tiny sparks of staticky witchcraft that snap against my skin. Her pussy pulses around my dick, tight little flutters that tell me she’s as close to losing it as I am.
I open my eyes and lock onto her stare. That gives me a start, because now her eyes are glowing amber, which is new. Her pupils are, like, elongating into slits. They’re dragon eyes, and I’m guessing she has no idea, but now’s definitelynotthe time to tell her. She’s glittering with sweat, hair flung like seaweed across our pillow, breathless pants slipping between her parted lips. The ambrosia of her mating scent drenches the air with enough pheromones to make us all horny.
Right next door, Ronin’s fisting himself and writhing in the sheets, which is definitely a major distraction.
“Bloody hell,” he groans. “What the devil have the two of you been doing in this bed? These sheets reek with Lucius’ mating scent.”
