Page 40 of Gemini Hunted
Right now, I’m focused on Vasili.
My snake is a complicated creature.
Sure, he should’ve talked it through with us before he bit, like I said. But nursing a grudge and withholding sex from him?
Just not my style.
Anyway, that shit would only make him worse.
I suck in a breath that makes my boobs rise, which draws his stare like a magnet. Low and throaty with need, I say, “Let’s talk about it while we’re fucking.”
Despite the intensity of the moment, V breaks into a riff of surprised laughter. He doesn’t laugh often, so that makes me smile too. I’m still smiling when he purrs, “I do love the way you think.”
I wonder if that’s his Goblin King way of saying he lovesme.
With a hum, he fits the engorged head of his pretty cock against my slick hole. Pulse hammering in my ears and throbbing in my cunt, I bend my knees and tilt my hips in welcome.
His narrow hips flex and he surges inside, well lubed by my own abundant cream. My aching core clenches and ripples around all that length and more-than-welcome hardness. Hishead falls back and his spine arches. His lips part to reveal the sharp incisors he normally wants to hide.
With a long breathy“Aaaahhh!”he fills me up, inch by inch, till he nudges my cervix.
I’m so fucking fertile I can feel myself unfurl like a flower, sucking the first droplets of his jizz deep into my womb.
I draw up my knees till they graze my biceps, wrap my feet around his thrusting hips, and angle my pelvis to let him press deeper. He snarls and falls forward on his elbows, locks his mouth against Lucius’ mating scars on my throat, and fucks into me like he’s punishing both of us with pleasure.
The first pulse of climax catches me by surprise and clenches my pussy around his cock. The sensation is so intense my eyes practically cross. By now, my alpha is buried so deep inside me, I swear I can taste him in the back of my throat.
“Cheese on toast,” I say on a long moan. “Fuck, V, you’re so hard.”
“And you’re so wet for me, darling.” Vasili withdraws till I whimper, the bastard, then slides back into me with the sinuous undulation of a sidewinder writhing across the sand. “You’re so tight and needy for my alpha cock inside you tonight, aren’t you?”
My words are gone. By now, given the way he’s fucking me, all I can do is moan.
“Hmmmm.” He hums with satisfaction and presses his deadly mouth to my ear so I can feel the prick of his fangs. “I do believe I’m going to destroy you.”
I’d be more concerned by that threat if he wasn’t literally shaking with the force of his own need. He yearns to seed my uterus with his own baby witch or warlock so bad, I fucking know it.
No matter what he says.
He grips behind my knees to deepen the angle and spread me wider, lining up his cock with my cervix like a pilot landing a 747. Then he throttles for my runway and pistons into me, pace quickening, voicing a hiss on every downstroke.
Experiencing the force of manhood that’s him in a mating rut still blows my mind.
Every. Goddamn. Time.
I mean, this is a guy who never even thought he liked girls till he met me.
He literally identified as gay.
Even now, he’s barely bi.
We’ve all figured out I’m the only girl who’s ever gonna do it for him. Even if he won’t admit how psychotically obsessed he is to be the one who knocks me up.
“You do realize, of course, I can hear you,” he mutters into my boob, mouthing the twin mating scars he left just over my nipple. “Psychotic, am I?”
Delicious little shocks of pleasure ripple through me, knifing straight from my tit to my clit.
“Yeah, I know, Goblin King. And you’re not denying a word of it. Are you?” I dig my heels into his flexing ass, bury one hand in his tousled shag of hair, and stretch the other to catch Ronin’s outflung hand.
