Page 144 of Gemini Hunted
Lucius retains enough self-possession and innate headmaster modesty to keep his back to the camera when he drops trou. His shaft juts before him, swollen purple with need and cola-can thick. Nestled in a thatch of wiry chestnut curls, the ruddy bulge of his swelling knot makes my cunt weep with need.
Lucius fists his shaft and squeezes his knot in a way that makes all three of us (including the closely watching Max) push out a thick groan.
“Are you wet enough, my queen?” Lucius’ red eyes burn into me. “Wet enough to take my knot?”
“Yeah, think so,” I gasp.Obviously, Teach. Can’t you tell?
Hearing me sass him through our mating bond, he bares his wolfish fangs on a snarl. “Show me.”
Like… really?
That command is enough to bring heat racing to my cheeks. My gaze flashes to the camera and the blinking red eye above the lens that means it’s still filming.
“Eyes on me, Ms. Gemini,” Lucius snaps.
All righty then. Guess this is really happening.
“Oh, fuck me,” I moan.
Even for a polyamorous queen like me, this feels like a lot. A lot of exposure and a lot of submission to the first alpha who ever claimed me and bit me. A lot of exposure and submission in public.
But he isn’t asking me.
He’s telling me.
Good thing that I trust him and love him. The way I trust and love all my guys. I don’t always need to be in control. I can safely surrender to his strength.
So I do.
I wave the white flag in surrender.
Biting my lower lip, I reach between my quivering thighs and spread my pussy wide.
The musk of my own arousal mingles with Lucius’ gamy wolf scent and the sulfurous bite of brimstone from Max’s dragon. Lurking like a stalker behind me, my dragon king probes the sensitive rim of my pucker with a finger. Tremors of sensation cascade over my skin and gather at the base of my spine. I’m still sighing and shivering when he stops teasing and works his digit into the tight clutch of my passage.
Sharply I gasp at the intrusion. The burn and stretch of resistance and pressure.
But I like ass play—I like it a lot—and the building ache of another looming climax is swelling in my clit and making my thighs shake.
The relentless pressure of Max’s finger penetrates the strangling ring of my sphincter with apop!that floods my system with a heady rush of endorphins.
“Ah, hell, Max!” Weak with desire, my fingers slip away from my wet vulva.
“No, my queen. Spread yourself wide for me,” Lucius says, thick and guttural with his wolf. “Beg me to swive that needy quim of yours.”
When he uses that old-fashioned language he learned growing up, reading vintage porn pilfered from the library of his Hungarian grandsire’s castle, he always sends me over the edge.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan like a door hinge that needs oil.
But I’ve been asking for this.
Asking for it every time I tease him.
I swallow and close my eyes against the watching camera. Maybe it isn’t miked after all.
“I’m waiting, Ms. Gemini,” Lucius grates in his gravelly wolf voice. “Don’t make me ask again. Or I swear you’ll regret it.”
With an elemental thrill of mingled arousal and fear, my eyes flash open to find my headmaster towering over me. Chestnut fur sprouts from his chest and ripples down his shoulders. Muscle flexes in his shoulder as he fists his thick dick in rough impatient pulls.
