Page 36 of Gemini Kings
“Darling…” he murmurs into my neck. The seed of a protest blooms in our bond.
“Something you want to say to me, love?” I let go just long enough to pump a lavish squirt of raspberry-scented bath gel from the wall unit into my palm, then spread him wide again and slick my hand down the crevasse between his ass cheeks.
Right over his tight pucker.
A low moan rolls out of him. It sounds like a moan of protest, but we both bloody know better. Because he’s hard as tungsten against my belly, gods, he’s hot for it. Hot for me. He’s still shivering in my arms, but he’s not cold anymore, he’s burning up.
He’s shuddering with pleasure.
Heat rushes into my dick as I share the full sentiment in full fucking measure. Stiff and aching, I rock my pelvis into his. My rigid cock shoves between his thighs. My middle finger teases his hole, all slick and slippery. A deeper moan—raw and hungry—claws out of him.
“Like this, don’t you?” I growl, hardly recognizing my own voice.
“Not normally,” he gasps around a chuckle. But I’ll take that any day of the week over his tears. Though it’s true, we’re doing this backwards.
I like it all the ways, especially when it’s with him.
But Vasili always, always tops. With everyone.
Well, first time for everything, and all that rubbish.
I rim his entrance and probe him just a bit. His breath gives a sharp hitch, but he doesn’t tell me to stop. So I push one finger inside him slowly, so slowly, a centimeter at a time, just to the first knuckle. He’s already so hot and tight I nearly lose my goddamn mind. He snarls into my skin, his baby fangs scraping my neck like a damn vampire, and rakes his nails down my spine to make me hiss. Of course he’s bloody marking me, I’ll be wearing his marks for days.
But, gods, he’ll be feelingmefor days too, if I get my way tonight.
“Vasili.” I’m so husky I have to clear my throat. “You ever done it like this?”
He’s silent for so long I don’t think he’s going to answer. At all. I rock my cock between his thighs and pump him with my finger, still slow and easy, working past the tight clutch of resistance until his passage softens and gives and lets me in deeper.
Gods, he feels like absolute heaven. I’d give everything I own to feel all that tight heat strangling my cock.
“No,” he gasps on an indrawn breath, finally answering the bloody question, after I’ve practically forgotten what I even asked.
Then he’s feeling that stretch and burn of his back door being opened for the very first time, that intimate invasion you simultaneously yearn for and fight like hell to resist, and I utterly adore that it’s me who’s giving that to him.
“I… I don’t…” He trails off with another wee hitch of breath as I push deeper, then he moans softly through his teeth. Now he doesn’t seem able to finish, and I don’t give him a proper chance to try. I wiggle a second digit into his hole and scissor my fingers to open him wider.
A sharp cry rips out of him to echo from the dripping walls.
“That’s it, love, breathe out and open for me,” I coax him. His breath shudders out of him and he pushes into my fingers just a bit, sending an instant jolt of heat through my junk.
“Oh God,” he whispers on a scrap of breath.
“Vasili,” I groan, working deeper, crooking a finger to peg his prostate.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he hisses, grinding his face into the side of my neck.“Ah!”
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” I find myself panting in his ear. “I’ve got you and I swear to fuck I’m never letting you go.”
Water pours over us in a hiss of steam, slicking my hair down my back and in my face, there’s water in my eyes, but I don’t give a single flaming shit. My mouth clamps around the sensitive spot where his neck curves into his shoulder and I suck hard enough to mark him. He thrusts back into my fingers, pushing me in deeper, all the way to the last knuckle.
Then he fumbles to grab my cock and his in a rough fist and strokes us both together.
My dick is jerking in his frenzied grip like I’m hooked up to an electric current, balls clamped tight against my body, and he’s rutting against my shaft and fucking himself on my fingers like I’m nothing but a goddamn sex toy for him to use till he gets himself off, which isn’t going to take very long given the determined way he’s going about all this.
I grip a fistful of his hair and drag his head up to claim his breathless mouth in a soul-sucking kiss.
His tongue plunges deep inside to claim me right back, his mouth crisp with the juniper sting of vodka. He’s normally careful—way more careful than I want—with those baby shifter fangs of his. Because he’s still self-conscious as fuck about them.
