Page 133 of Gemini Kings
But he grits his teeth and accepts that it’s my call.
So I wrap both hands around Max’s shaft and start lubing him up. He fists the cushions while he writhes and thrashes under my hands and between my legs like a moray eel caught in a net. His hair comes loose from that braid he ties it in and spills across the cushions like golden silk.
“Zara, my queen,” he says through gritted teeth, “you have tasted me. Allow me at least to… return the favor… while I fuck him.”
Oh sweet Jesus. That’s what I’m talking about.
The air floods with a sudden flowery rush of my mating scent.
Now that Max and Ronin are both nice and slick, I climb off the dragon so Ronin can take my place. It takes more willpower than I expect, almost more than I have, not to start teasing my aching cunt with the head of that dragon cock.
But if that cock gets anywhere near my pussy, it’s mating flight time.
My breasts are full and tender too, so I dip my fingers between my legs for more of Ronin’s jizz and tease my nipples, which makes Max groan and Ronin curse.
“My queen,” Max growls. “Let me taste you.”
Ohhellyeah. I waste zero time scrambling over the cushions, swinging myself around so I can still see Ronin, and straddling the dragon’s head. That’s all I need to do, because Maxim’s hard hands are already skimming my thighs, his thumbs spreading my aching folds.
“I’m gonna taste like Ronin,” I gasp, just in case he needs a warning. “He came a lot.”
“Good,” Max growls, his breath skidding up my sticky thighs. “You will also taste like you. And I am claiming both of you.”
His tongue swipes up my slit and I almost climax on the spot.
Jesus.
Freaking.
Christ.
I amsofreaking ready for this dragon.
“Oh shit, Max,” I whimper.
His tongue lashes over my clit in a long lick that makes me yell. Then he dives in deep to spear my hole. My snatch clamps around his tongue like the organ is his cock and he’s already riding me.
He snarls against my core, a deep vibration that makes my cunt clench, and starts tongue-fucking me like it’s an Olympic sport and we’re in medal contention.
Stars explode behind my eyes.
I fight to keep them open, because this whole scene that’s about to go down is epic.
It’s definitely something I wanna see as well as feel.
Ronin climbs up Max’s body like a panther, straddles his hips, gets a good grip on our dragon’s cock, then lowers himself, one slow inch at a time, onto all that lubed-up length.
I honestly don’t know what’s more amazing to watch.
The always incredible sight of Ronin taking cock, his tattooed body arching back to grip Max for balance, slowly fisting his own pierced dick while he does it.
The look of gritted concentration on my warlock’s face while he bites his lip and figures out his new lover’s barbs and angles and tries not to blow.
Or the fierce pleasure that makes the dragon’s lean body shudder and writhe beneath us as he groans good and loud and eases into his first male fuck.
Sure, Max might’ve been hesitant at first. Now that he’s decided to go for it?
He’s all in.
