Page 103 of Gemini Queen
“Give me a moment,” Vasili murmurs, but Ronin’s not anywhere near ready to stop. The Goblin King’s face hardens and he administers a stinging slap to Ronin’s ass so hard my own ass burns in sympathy.
Ronin bites out another oath and freezes, ass in the air, just the tip of his cock still inside me. I whimper and writhe against him, perched right on the edge of my own big O.
“Now behave, darlings,do,” Vasili purrs, gripping Ronin’s hips and working his way deep inside. His lips part so his pointy little fangs are showing… and by now, I fuckingadorethose fangs… and his pupils blow wide and his face goes rigid with pleasure.
And fuck if he doesn’t stare straight into my eyes the whole time.
Ronin groans and Vasili gasps and I breathe out a soft cry. These two men, the two of them together, they get to me in a way I can’t even describe.
Vasili eases back and thrusts deep inside Ronin. Which thrusts Ronin deep inside me.
Now this I can get behind.
Vasili sets the pace for all three of us, and he’s freaking relentless. My pussy is soaked and dripping with girl cream and Ronin’s pinning me to the futon and riding me so hard I’ll probably be sore for a week and Vasili, Jesus, he stares straight in my eyes the whole time he pumps like he’s making love to both of us.
It’s an intimate thing, watching someone’s face while they fuck. I can see every flicker of pleasure and every tremor of need and every clench of hunger in his gorgeous face. And I can feel through the link how deeply he’s enjoying the two of us giving Ronin everything he needs.
“Gods,” Ronin moans through his clenched teeth. “The two of you. I love… love this so fucking much.”
My heart rabbits around wildly, because I thought for a sec he was gonna say something else.
My climax is rushing toward me and my whole body’s tingling, surging, driving toward that peak. Ronin’s burning up and drenched in sweat and Vasili’s pounding hard and fast into both of us and I’m crying out for both of them, the deep echo of the lightning voice edging my screams.
“Vasili,” Ronin grinds out, “need you to come—all over me, love—to break this bloody heat.”
Vasili locks onto my frenzied stare and bares his teeth in a brutal grin. “My… absolute… pleasure.”
He pulls out, peels off the condom, gives his cock a few strokes so rough it looks like he might break it, then flings his head back and spurts ropes of creamy jizz all over Ronin’s back.
That does it for Ronin, and that definitely does it for me. I’m shattered by it, by him, by the two of them together. I can feel the kick and spurt of Ronin’s climax even through the layer of latex between us. My climax roars through me like an avalanche. My scream shorts the lamp out and plunges the room into darkness.
But my eyes are glowing so bright, so many purple sparks spraying from my hands which Ronin still has pinned over my head, that our three bodies are bathed in violet light.
Which is how I see Vasili lean in, drag his tongue through the river of his own seed splashed across Ronin’s back, then claim me in a messy open-mouthed kiss.
God, he’s so filthy and I just freaking love it.
I love it so much my cunt clenches hard around Ronin’s cock and I shudder with a second climax. Ravenously I suck the musky essence of Vasili’s spunk off his tongue and drive my tongue deep into my warlock’s fanged mouth and claim him right back.
Too soon, he’s pulling away, leaving me to lick the taste of him off my lips while he collapses across Ronin with a gasping sigh.
Ronin lies still and panting between us, his skin cool to the touch.
We just effing did it. We broke his heat.
And me? I’m a limp boneless wreck lying comatose beneath them. I’m smothered in warlock in all the best ways. Vasili’s leg is grazing mine and his essence lingers in my mouth and I honestly don’t know if I just made love to him or not, if he’s my lover or not, if we’re allies now or not.
Or if he’s still my enemy.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Neo
It’s after two a.m. by the time I finish my alchemy experiment in the science lab at the Dean’s Tower and hike back to thedomusthrough the season’s worst snowstorm, but I don’t mind the time or the weather. Honors Science of Witchcraft has been kicking my butt all semester, and the Dean’s a pretty relentless prof.
But that feat I managed to pull off in the lab tonight should be sufficient to put me solidly back in her good graces and back in straight A territory.
That’s just where I like to be.
