Page 155 of Gemini Kings
Yowsa.
These two swords are definitely gonna cross tonight.
“Your dragon,” Max says thickly between kisses. “Vasili, he is beautiful. You are so beautiful and so perfect for me. Both of you. You are mine.”
Vasili takes control of the whole flaming mess, all three of us sexed up and breathless and writhing with need. He steers our entwined bodies toward the big black leather sofa in the reading nook.
We topple into it in a pile with Max on the bottom, me squirming around to face him, my thighs closing around his hips, and Vasili behind me on top. My snake’s cool fingers glide up my slit to sweep a generous swipe of my own slick over my pucker.
Hell to the yeah.
Both my inner dragon and I like where this is going.
The Goblin King grips a fistful of the dragon’s hair and swoops in to kiss him like a striking cobra. I love that Max seems comfortable navigating Vasili’s fangs, which has always been a sensitive subject for my snake.
If I had to guess, based on what I’m getting through our bond, I’d say my snake’s fangs are actually turning on my dragon.
The same way they turn me on.
The flash of tongue between them, coupled with Max’s hoarse groan, works my hips in a building rhythm against all those exotic inches scraping between my thighs. The dragon’s dripping precum and I’m gushing and I’m not afraid of losing control anymore. Not with Vasili right here in the bond with us. I’m not afraid of that dragon cock either. Ronin loved it inside him last night. Max never went full cray battering ram with that thing the way I worried he might.
Vasili and Max and me.
We can all be a thing.
They’re not gonna let anything bad happen with the three of us.
Not ever.
Between deep consuming kisses that are battles for dominance in the war they’ve been waging, Max flexes his pelvis into my cunt and growls, “You are mine and I am yours. Say it.”
“Both of us belong to her.” Vasili breaks free of Max’s mouth and nuzzles the fresh mating bite on my shoulder. “But I’m the dominant alpha in her harem,malchik. You’re subordinate to me and Lucius.”
I kinda hold my breath over that ultimatum while Max grumbles and scowls. But we’re all pretty distracted with more immediate issues.
That’s three warlock alphas who’ve bitten me now, in case anyone’s losing track.
Cheese on toast. I’m gonna be in permanent heat.
“Our sovereign.” Max’s mouth meets Vasili’s over my bite (this is one of those more immediate issues I was just talking about), both of them licking the punctures and each other. “Will you take us both, my Zara? Both of us together to be your kings.”
I suck in a breath and my heart starts racing. But I’m in no condition to hold up my end of this heart-to-heart till my guys break this superheat. My dragon’s rubbing his forked cock up and down my slit, getting both of us good and soaked and ready. Every time one of his barbs scrapes my happy spot, he moans, and it’s like a firecracker goes off in my clit.
Meanwhile, my snake is working a slick finger into my pucker. Fuck. I’m gonna come all over again from that back door action.
“Okay,” I pant. “We’ll talk to the other guys. We will. But I got a pretty strong feeling they’re gonna agree.”
“All of us share Ronin,” Max whispers in my ear.
Uh-oh.
My snake quivers with a ripple of electric violence. Vasili’s always been over-the-top possessive of Ronin, and Max is kinda the same way, there’s something about Ronin that brings it out in our alphas.
Guess I better referee on this one.
“That does seem to be what Ronin wants,” I remind the room at large. “If he’s into it, we should go for that.”
Of course, that’s easy for me to say. I’m possessive as fuck about Ronin too, but for me, sharing him with another girl would be the deal-breaker. I love sharing him with my guys.
