Page 111 of Gemini Hunted
“I’ll get you ready to ride, cowgirl. Never fear.” My dominant alpha is more than the Goblin King. He’s also the rim job king. His tongue circles and teases and pokes my quivering pucker and generally works me open with a thoroughness that makes me come apart.
Under V’s teasing tongue, my rosebud softens and my bones dissolve in a way that has me writhing against the swollen length of Mordred’s front dick. The slick folds of my cunt engulf the kraken’s pulsing shaft. I rock my hips and frot along Mordred’s length, audible moisture sucking with every stroke. Every time the kraken’s cockhead nudges my clit, fireworks pulse in my core and my pussy ripples.
With a growled curse, Mordred unzips my skirt, pulls it over my head, and tosses it aside. That way, he gets an unimpeded view of my naked thighs bracketed in his possessive grip. Of my plump pink love petals, flushed and glistening with hunger, sliding along the stem of his ruddy cock.
All without interrupting what V’s doing to me back there.
“She’s ready for you, demon,” V finally hisses against my thoroughly soaked back door. His saliva drizzles down the backs of my thighs. “And so am I.”
When V pulls away, I whine with disappointment. But the buzz of his zipper placates me. My snake is stripping down behind me, which is never a bad thing.
Mordred’s hands coast up my inner thighs so he can spread me open like a peach. My engorged clit pulses under his stare. He arches his back in a way that makes the vee of his Adonis belt flex. He’s trying to shift our angle so his cock can getinside me. I angle my hips too, simultaneously teasing him and craving more clitoral stim.
Because he’ll get off harder if I make him work for it.
And me?
Just color me desperate to get off.
Period.
The crinkle and tear of foil from V’s vicinity makes my dragon chirp and the kraken snarl in recognition—a raw, hungry sound of pure animal need.
Leave it to Vasili to bring lube to our class finals.
Restless and edgy, Mordred shifts under me, trying simultaneously to fuck me and get his knees up so V can fully access the kraken’s love canal.
By this point, things are moving really fast.
As I squirm against Mordred’s thick dick, I try to clear my head long enough to check on the rest of our Scooby gang. A wild glance across the cavern tells me they’ve got the werewolf down from that awful cross. They’re interring the dead king in one of these big sarcophagi lining the walls, in some way I’m trusting Lucius to make sure is sufficient to keep the werewolf king fromrising.
I’ve got zero doubt my guys over there on interment duty—Neo, Lucius, and Zephyr—know exactly what we’re doing over here in the dark.
But as long as we’re quiet, Mallory and her guys can pretend not to know.
Anyway, those three (Mal and her warlocks) literally hooked up the first time during an orgy in theirdomusbasement last semester. An orgy I instigated by accident with my first-ever mating heat. So it’s not like anyone in this catacomb is gonna join the prude patrol at this late hour.
I just don’t wanna disrespect Jae’s grieving process.
Satisfied that we’ve got the basic level of privacy required to check the decency box, I turn back to Mordred and bend forward to lick my way up the demon’s sculpted chest. Under waves of burning heat, his skin tastes salty like the sea, laced with that hint of spiced rum and burnt taffy.
I tongue his nipple and nuzzle him with my shifty incisors to make him gasp. Not all guys like that, because even vestigial nipples can be sensitive. But I’m really glad this guy does.
“Hells,Zara,” he grunts, chest heaving. “Have a little mercy. Either fuck me or kill me.”
I’m nothing if not a merciful queen. So, finally, I give in.
I wiggle my greedy pussy over the broad head of his cock. Slowly, because he’s a lot to take in, I sink down his shaft, inch by throbbing inch, cunt stretching and pulsing around his thickness. I sink down and down, head tipped back and moaning with effort, till his crown bumps my cervix.
Still swimming in the sea of my own mating heat, I can practically feel my uterus opening like a flower to welcome a nice fresh cum shower from the neighborhood kraken to seed my fertile womb.
“Oh, fuuuuuck,” Mordred groans from the heart.
His cock pulses against my slick walls like a heartbeat. Inside the shell of my skin, my inner dragon spreads her wings in a scream of triumph.
Cheese on toast. She’s claiming another king.
“Ssshhh,” I whisper to everyone. “We gotta be quiet.”
