Page 142 of Gemini Hunted
“Uh-huh.” I nod vigorously and definitely wish my world wasn’t so blurry without my glasses, whose cracked lenses are still tucked in my blazer pocket. I’ll need to find an optometrist on the mainland later.
For now? I need to get closer to the action.
Much closer.
You know, just so I can see.
Unlike me, Ronin has no modesty, so he drags his shirt over his head with one hand, without even waiting for all of us to finish talking about it. Thankfully, he’s close enough to my nearsighted eyes that I have two whole seconds to appreciate the heart-stopping visual of my boyfriend’s sculpted body with his raven hair pouring down his back and the black dragon inked across his golden chest and winding around one shoulder.
Then Ronin reaches unselfconsciously for his fly.
“Oookay then,” Racetrack announces to the room. “Everyone who isn’t hers, we’re outtie. Even if they are all gonna boink on live TV, they don’t need a physical audience in here breathing down their necks.”
“Maybe leave the kitten though, cobber,” Dez suggests gently. Someone (probably Dez) has let the kitten out of her duffel and apparently fed her some kibble while I was on the phone. Now our sweet pet is curled up on the altar in a pool of creamy sweetness, contentedly washing her face.
“Thank you, Racetrack. Thank you, Dez,” I tell them earnestly, because it’s really obvious no one else is going to. “And yeah, you can absolutely leave the kitten with us. I mean, she’s part of this too. Part of our family.”
Zephyr is already stalking toward V. That Dark Fae is taking his time, easing open the zipper of his dragonscale armor—literally one centimeter at a time—while V devours every move with lips parted and eyes glittering. Ash is kneading the nape of my neck with his big callused hand, letting me know without words that he’s totally ready for a repeat of that one unforgettable night I railed his incredibly tight ass, and I can hardly even breathe just thinking about it. Zara and Lucius are drowning in each other’s eyes. While Max is already nuzzling Zara’s neck and unbuttoning her blazer from behind.
“C’mon, Teach,” Zara whispers to Lucius, low and husky. “Let’s make some puppies.”
Racetrack and Dez and Mal and her guys hastily clear the room—thankfully ushering out V’s stiffly unwilling dad, who still seems fixated on somehow getting back into Vasili’s good graces and unwilling to drop the subject.
“Have fun in here, guys. You’ve definitely earned it.” Mallory blushes a little when she says it, but her soft smile says it all. She’s happy for Zara. Happy for all of us.
“Guess we’ve already aced the final.” Zara grins back at her friend. “If this is what ends up saving the witching world, we’ll call it extra credit.”
“You’ll probably be the next First Girl, Zara.” Still smiling, Mal has barely closed the door behind herself when Lucius’ control completely shatters and he pounces.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Zara
I’ve got maybe thirty second tops to prep my titanium pussy before I take Lucius’ knot.
Fortunately, Max’s dragonfire-hot hands are already under my skirt and between my legs. Now he spreads my bare folds wide, ignoring for the moment the quantum superheat building and swelling in my clit, to work a finger into my slick cunt.
Sweet baby Jesus in the manger.
Max has barely gotten started. But I’m already so soaked I’m hearing an audible wet sucking sound with every pump.
I have a breath to wonder if that camera’s rigged for audio. And, if so, exactly how sensitive the mic might be.
“Your delectable pussy is proof of your fertility,” Max growls in my ear. Because of course my dragon king alpha is reading my mind through our mating bond. He nuzzles into the mating bite scars on my neck. “They should all see and hear how well we please you when we fuck you.”
Between the suck of his mouth on my sensitive scars and the thrust of his finger in my wet cunt, I’m already breathless.
Now, hearing his words, all I can do is whimper.
Without even waiting for my response, Max works a second finger into my greedy hole. My cunt pulses and clenches aroundthe delicious fullness, which makes me moan and widen my stance.
Again, my gaze drifts to the camera’s winking light.
My modesty is still preserved (barely, I guess) as long as Vasili’s blazer covers my tits and my skirt covers my crotch.
But that modesty only lasts until Lucius pushes the blazer roughly off my shoulders. The fabric falls away behind me to bare my tits to the world.
Good thing I’ve never been the shy type.
