Page 143 of Gemini Hunted
With a groan, my headmaster cups and cradles my boobs in his possessive hands, then pushes them together and mouths his way across the swells. They’re extra tender and full due to my heat, like I’m gonna need a bigger bra. Lucius loses his mind during my heats, so his wolf talons are already sprouting. Every prick of claw and fang makes my nipples tingle and tighten.
The torchlight flickering over the pyramid walls casts a shimmering golden light over my skin and Lucius’ Renaissance mane of chestnut curls. That light makes my nipple rings shine and turns Lucius’ sherry gaze to cognac.
When my headmaster’s fangy mouth closes over the tight bud of one nipple to tongue my piercing, my head falls back against Max’s shoulder on a whine.
“So good,” I gasp. “Fuck, Lucius, that’s so good.”
“Get her ready for my knot,” Lucius mutters, all wolfish and guttural, to Max. His rough voice echoes from the walls.
My heavy eyelids, which have fallen shut, struggle to lift. I have a sec to worry if Max is gonna tolerate being bossed around like that by another alpha.
But it turns out, when it’s Lucius, it’s all good.
Loosing a gruff dragonish growl in reply, Max works in a third finger that stretches my hole deliciously. My girl cream lubes me up and eases his way. At the same time, his thumb finds my swollen clit and rubs. My back is pinned against hisfront, so I can feel the tumescent bulge of his complicated dragon cock jutting against my ass.
The building tension coils, hot and low, in my belly. My pussy pulses around his fingers and my clit aches with need.
I whimper and ride my alpha’s hand in a way that’s impossible for my little skirt to hide.
Cheese on toast.
This artifact-fueled quantum superheat I’m rocking for all my guys?
This shit isintense.
The first peak hits me hard and tosses me high. That starter O rips a sharp spiraling cry from my throat that’s impossible to mistake for anything but what it is. The sound of me coming all over Max’s hand, like the unrepentant slut I am. If anyone in the witching world still harbored any question about what kind of queen they’re getting, I’ve just removed all doubt.
In my peripheral vision, the Horn pulses in Ceres’ stone grip like a theme park light show.
I’d really love to see what the rest of my warlocks are doing. Because I can definitely hear with my shifty senses the low male moans and curses whispering from these echoey golden walls. But Lucius is looming over me in a way that blocks out other visuals. He wants my full focus on him.
The wolf king alpha who’s ramping up to rail me.
“Take off your skirt, Ms. Gemini,” Lucius growls, fangs pricking my full and tender tits like maybe he’s revving up to give me another mating bite. “Show me how eager you are for my knot.”
Limp and shaky with aftershocks in the wake of my first big O, my hands are trembling so hard I can barely undo my button.
But I’m really well motivated.
So I manage.
Max pulls his fingers out of me—a loss that makes my empty hole clench in protest—barely long enough to toss my clothes aside.
Now I’m naked and exposed.
Trapped like prey between my two carnivorous alphas.
Without my skirt in the way, the whole witching world can see my bare pussy, flushed and swollen and glistening with my juices. With all our warnings, I figure we’ve delayed the moment long enough for WNN to get an advisory up and responsible adults to clear any minors from the TV room.
With only an age-appropriate audience remaining, the whole world can watch while Max reaches back between my thighs, swipes his fingers through my mess, slicks moisture up my crack, then starts lubing my rear pucker with my own pussy juice.
Right in front of everyone.
“It is an ancient ritual, this, is it not?” Max rasps in my ear, breathing heavily, but still tracking my thoughts through our mating bond. “A fertility rite we practice. Tonight, you are the sacrifice.”
My inner dragon bellows with excitement and tries to rise. For her, fucking means a mating flight. But we’re not in control here. Neither she nor I.
I’ve ceded control to Max and Lucius.
