Page 131 of Gemini Kings
“They fold in when I… enter.” Max’s voice gets thick and husky because of the way Ronin’s stroking him. “So there will be no impediment… at the outset. Then the barbs engage… to give me a tight lock… so that I can… fill you. This will cause pain, but if you are… aroused… it will hurt less. And this mating may take… some time.”
Holy. Fuck.
My heat blazes up like a sulfur fire. My cunt is dripping in full flood and my thighs are slick with Ronin’s come. I swipe a hand between my legs to collect the moisture (because we’re gonna need a lot of it) then slide my grip down that barbed cock of Max’s from crown to base to lube him up.
He’s fiery hot to the touch, but so is Ronin. They’re both fire signs. Ronin hurls flames with his hands, and Max’s dragon breathes fire.
I’m an air sign, which means I fan the flames.
When I stroke the dragon, both my guys moan in unison.
At least that dragon’s telling the truth about his barbs folding in, because the downstroke’s totally not an issue.
But too much upstroke in a hurry?
That could be a real bitch.
“I will always tell you the truth, my sovereign,” the dragon rumbles. “But I may not always tell you everything I know.”
Well, shit.
“That’s one hell of a warning, big guy.” I scowl up at him. “Are there things about this mating you’re not telling me?”
He hesitates. “Be more specific. With your question.”
“Jesus, it’s like we’re fucking Aladdin’s lamp,” I mutter. “If Ronin fucks you tonight. Let’s start there. Are there things you’re not telling us about that?”
The dragon’s head lifts and his eyes flame. “Only that I hope I will please him enough that he will fall in love with me. The way he is with your other ones. And that his love for me will makeyoulove me, my Zara.”
Fuck if that wallop of honesty doesn’t make my chest ache like someone just swung a sledgehammer at my heart.
Does he honestly think I could never love him for his own sake?
“Wow… I, um…” I slide a glance at Ronin. “Sure you’re up for all this, Adam?”
Ronin, bless his heart, is so sexed up right now he’s up for anything.
“Fuck, sign me up.” My warlock leans in to wrap his lips around Max’s fat dick. But, before he takes him all the way in, he hesitates.
“These barbs of yours gonna engage in my mouth if I blow you?” he mumbles around all that cock.
“That depends,” Max growls low in his throat. “On how well you please me.”
Okay, that does it. I want in on this action.
I wantin.
My inner queen dragon wants him insideus. But we’re absolutely not going there. At least, not tonight. Instead I lean in to lick a long stripe down Max’s shaft, while carefully avoiding his barbs. He tastes like hellfire and brimstone and Ronin.
I guess he tastes like dragon.
And one swipe from my tongue makes Max groan and my inner dragon keen like I’ve just gutted them both.
Why do we delay?my inner monster moans.He is ours, Zara. He and all the ones that will follow.
Wait a sec.
Is she telling me there are gonna bemore? More dragons? Or just more mates to follow the four I’ve already got and this new one I’m all too clearly in the process of acquiring?
