Page 177 of Gemini Kings
“Um,” I tell him.
“Yes, I thought so,” he purrs. “Allow me to assist you, First Boy,do.”
His hand snakes around me from behind and wraps around my lubed dick. And it’s like my entire body jackknifes with a spasm of craving.
“Ohmygod, V,” I whimper. “I—I don’t—”
“Darling, you very muchdo.” His sinful hand tightens and strokes. “I know when a man wants me. You’ve evaded me quite long enough.”
I’m still trying to wrap my head around what I can even say to stop him when he pushes me forward with a firm nudge of his thigh that bends me over and spreads my legs. His pumping hand presses my cock to Zara’s hole. Then he works me into her rear passage, inch by inch, ringing the narrowing span of my available inches with two pumping fingers.
Between her hole and his hand, I’m about to lose my mind.
And it’s definitely working for Zara, who now has cock filling every available orifice.
Ronin and I have her spit-roasted between our two dicks, and her head’s bobbing along his length in a building rhythm that infuses Ronin’s face with savage pleasure and makes fire spill from his amber eyes. Lucius is fucking into her with an intensity that makes the bed shake and all of us sway and his brutal grip on her waist is probably going to leave bruises. I’m clutching her hips and carefully easing my way into the tightest, hottest fit my junk has ever experienced.
Maxim wraps a hand around his own devil’s tail dick and starts lazily flexing into his own fist, while he watches the five of us all linked together.
And Vasili, oh Lord, the Goblin King’s cool hands are gliding over my whole body, tickling my ribs and teasing my nipples and stroking my thighs and cupping my balls in his wicked fingers in a way that makes me give a breathless yelp.
“H-hold on a sec…” I whimper. “V?”
“Yes?” he breathes on a long exhale. One cold finger traces up my crack and over my pucker. “You’ve teased and tormented and eluded me for the last time, Mercury.”
“We… we’re, like, not even friends,” I wheeze pitiably between pumps into the tight literal heaven of Zara’s hole. I mean to saywe’re enemies, but somehow that doesn’t feel right anymore. It hasn’t felt right since the day he and I kissed, and definitely not since the night he pierced my ear and jacked me off and made me all filthy and made me love it.
And made me love him a tiny bit too.
A slick of lube trickles down my crack.
My whole train of thought just derails.
“Hmmmm.” He mouths the mostly healed bite Zara left in my shoulder and circles my slick pucker with an exploratory finger that pretty much melts my brain. “I do believe… I may owe you… a certain apology.”
“Wh-what?”
Of course, this is exactly what I told Lucius I needed to hear. But V’s such a snake I’ve always known he’ll never apologize to anyone, even if Lucius has told him he should.
“For being, what was it, a total and complete shit until the literal moment I fell for Zara?” His fangs graze my bite. And all I can do is whimper.
So, clearly, Lucius did tell him. But, still, this viperneverapologizes…
V’s working me open, it would actually not be a total stretch to say he’s finger-fucking me, and Ronin and Max are both watching him do it, and watching me let him, and I’m fiery blushing and my heart is hammering so hard I can barely breathe and—
“Fuck, Red,” Ronin groans, cradling Zara’s bobbing head in his hands and kneading her hair. “The look right now on your face.”
Somehow I scrape a few words together. “I still haven’t heard, like, an actual apology.”
“Neo Theodophilus Mercury,” Vasili hisses, with his voice all threaded with strain, because now he’s teasing his cock against my hole and we both pretty much know where this is going. “For fuck’s sake. I’ve been obsessed with your soft curls and your innocent face and your incessant blushes and your steel trap of a brain and your surprisingly sweet disposition and your ridiculously buff body for weeks. Months. Years! And I’m trying to tell you I’msorry. I’m sorry for being such a horrible snake.”
This isn’t exactly going to go down in history as the world’s most penitent apology.
But, coming from him, it’s way more than I ever thought I’d get.
“If you’re only apologizing to me so I’ll finally let you fuck me,” I mutter through gritted teeth, because he’s already working his dick inside me and wasting no time (since he’s probably afraid I’ll change my mind), and he’s nudging right up against that tight ring of muscle that I really have to relax and trust him if he’s going to get past, “it’s, uh, totally working. And if we’re really gonna do this, like you and me together for real, and it’s not just a one-time thing you’re doing to prove a point?”
“It isn’t. This couldn’t be any more real.” He presses his cock deeper and bites into the side of my neck with a moan, which only makes me more turned on, and also more determined.
