Page 27 of Gemini Hunted
Ronin punctuates this revelation by curling a hand over the prominent bulge between Lucius’ legs and kneading. “This your knot then, is it?”
Our headmaster growls and closes the grimoire without even marking his place with the tattered silk ribbon. “You know it is, Mr. Pendragon. Are you offering to take it?”
Still watching through the glass with my back to the room, I swallow past a sudden dryness in my throat. Lucius’ knot, which made its first appearance when Zara stopped taking her birth control, is a recent addition to our harem. I fuck Lucius, but I don’t bend for him, so my direct experience with that portion of his anatomy is still limited.
However, whenever that knot makes an appearance, Zara and Ronin (and Neo, who hasn’t yet been knotted, but is clearly curious) arequiteenamored.
“Oh, I dunno. Bit much to handle, isn’t it?” With a mischievous upward look, Ronin finishes slipping Lucius’ buttons and pushes open the monogrammed shirt to lick a slow swipe up our wolf’s hard belly over his hairy chest. “Why don’t youmakeme take it?”
With a sudden growl, our headmaster tosses the book aside, then rolls to pin Ronin beneath him.
“Oppositional defiance,” Lucius informs the room grimly. “Which, as you’re all well aware, I never care to tolerate.”
Our wolf’s fangs drop and his elegant scholar’s hands sprout talons.
Of course Ronin is laughing, like the maniacal imp he is. Lucius dives in to shut him up with a hard claiming kiss.
Neo gives a rather adorable squeak of mingled surprise and excitement. Zara’s inner dragon purrs like a cat as she wiggles around and wraps herself around Neo, so she’s straddling his lap on the bench.
Our bookworm spans her waist with his big hands and buries his face in her gorgeous breasts, pushed up so delectably by her tangerine lace. Her face softens and her eyes grow heavy with pleasure.
Over Neo’s magenta mop of curls, Zara’s gaze finds me, standing in solitary splendor with my back to the room.
Holding my stare in the glass, she reaches deftly behind to pop the clasp of her brassiere, then lets the lacy scrap drop. The tiny pale triangles of her bikini tan lines leap into view, framing the globes of her full breasts.
Neo’s moan, coupled with the sight of my girl’s aureolae and pierced nipples, swells my boner nearly to the breaking point. Especially when Zara pulls our First Boy’s tee shirt over his head to bare the pale skin and muscled shoulders we all love to mark. The pearly crescent of Zara’s mating bite gleams beside the pinpoint pricks of my precise double punctures, like a sickle moon and stars, along the side of his neck.
Beyond the pair of them, locked together on the vanity bench while Zara winds her arms around Neo’s neck and wiggles the crotch of her boy-cut briefs against his chinos, Ronin and Lucius are tussling violently on the bed. Ronin fists Lucius’ hair and, with a rough pull, frees the unruly chestnut curls from their confinement to tumble over Lucius’ shoulders.
My co-alpha is already half shifted (because it turns out Ronin likes that quite a bit). Now he snarls and wrestles Ronin’s jeans down his thighs.
“Come on then,” Ronin mutters, egging him on, even while he puts up a bruising struggle, because he knows Lucius (secretly) likes a little non-con with his role play. “You fancymaking me take your knot? You going to rail me till I beg you to stop?”
“You’ll beg, but I won’t listen,” Lucius says gruffly, practically beyond human speech at this point. His pelt is spreading across his rangy back, the brutish snarl of primal instinct overwhelming his orderly thoughts in our mating bond.
Oh, he’ll remain firmly bipedal, out of deference to our collective sensibilities. But he certainly looks and feels primed to fuck Ronin senseless.
Admittedly, I’m feeling a trifle overheated myself.
Zara is still watching me, standing with my back to the room, even while Neo suckles and kneads her pretty tits and nuzzles the punctures of my mating scars on her breast.
The first night we mated, I bit the little queen like the Egyptian asp biting Cleopatra in Shakespeare’s play. A few weeks ago, I bit her again for good measure. And I’ve never for a moment regretted it.
Bite or no bite, given my latest misdemeanor, I haven’t been certain Zara will want anything to do with me tonight.
To be honest, I’m still wondering.
Holding her gaze in the glass, I tug loose the sash at my waist so my kimono falls open.
I haven’t bothered with PJ’s tonight. Most of my lingerie collection is back at thedomus.
Thus, my cock juts before me like an inquisitive antenna. (Darling, don’t laugh. I’d never be soclichéas to call it a sword or a battering ram or, God forbid, a trouser snake.) Besides, the analogy works, because I’m actively searching for a signal.
I know from experience that Lucius needs his space while he and that knot of his are wolfing out over Ronin. Until my co-alpha has soundly subdued and knotted our mischievous mate, I won’t challenge Lucius by moving in on Ronin.
But Neo, sweet Neo, is always more than happy to share.
The real question is whether Zara will let me anywhere near her tonight.
