Page 96 of Gemini Queen
“For fuck’s sake,” Ronin mutters. But that sexy smile is still lurking when he straddles my legs with sinuous grace and settles over my lap.
His scent and his heat envelop me. The reek of Lucius’ wolf lurks like a threat under the dark musk of ambergris. Ronin’s cock shoves up hard against his leathers, so succulent he’s making my mouth water. My own flesh pulses with the phantom heat of his bite.
He tilts his head so all that long midnight hair pours over one shoulder and glances back at Zara. “This what you’re wanting, then, love?”
“Let’s just say it’s a good start.” She sidles a little closer to give herself a proper view and peels out of her peacoat. Underneath she’s wearing leggings and a snug black sweater that clings to her Hollywood curves like a catsuit.
I can’t wait to see what all those curves will look like wrapped around my boyfriend.
“Very well, little queen,” I murmur, unbuttoning Ronin’s silk shirt to reveal all that tawny skin I crave so relentlessly. “Ronin’s bite needs tending. Why don’t you amble over here and help our man out?”
Our man.
I’ve never shared our bed with anyone. Yet I’m startled to hear how right that phrase sounds when it’s uttered in this context.
With her.
Ronin groans at my words and flexes his hips into my pelvis, letting me feel all that heat he’s packing for both of us. I bite back a moan and rock into his dick. His eyes lock on mine, but he’s waiting for her. He’s waiting to hear what she’ll say.
And she doesn’t disappoint, this queen of ours. She prowls up behind him and peels the shirt I’ve opened for him right off his shoulders.
“Is that something you’d like, Ronin?” she breathes, eyes locked on mine. “My mouth on your body?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He angles his head to give her a smoking look and reaches back to drag her in close. Now they’re both straddling my lap, him lean and hard, her supple and sleek. She winds her arms around his waist and drags her tongue across the healing punctures of Lucius’ bite, her upward gaze through her long lashes holding mine the whole time.
When the hot lick of her naughty tongue scorches through the bond between us, Ronin and I groan in unison. It’s quite possible that sharing this encounter with two telepaths—both of them projecting—will positively kill me with pleasure.
I grip Ronin’s hips and thrust my cock against his, frotting him through our layers.
“Nice,” she whispers against his skin. “Now you two kiss.”
I really couldn’t say how we’ve ended up in this situation where she’s calling the shots for all three of us, because typically that’s my job.
But damn if I don’t appreciate where she’s taking us.
Ronin cups my face and leans in to explore my mouth. I open for him and savor the taste of him—the peaty burn of scotch he typically downs after dinner—and he gives me plenty of tongue, long slow licks that are for her pleasure as much as mine. I pull him closer, our tongues twining, my hands grazing our queen’s commanding grip. The contact with her makes my palms tingle.
“That’s so nice,” she whispers, mouthing his bite, while he shivers and moans between us. Admittedly, I’m shivering a bit myself at her praise. “Can you feel what we’re doing to him, bad boy?”
I carefully neglect to observe I’m not exactly immune to what we’re doing myself.
“Driving me straight to bedlam, the both of you,” Ronin mutters against my mouth. “And we’re all wearing way too much.”
His hand dips to my belt and flips open my buckle. My gaze meets Zara’s in a moment of perfect accord.
“You heard the man,” I whisper.
I hardly dare hope she’ll heed any order I give. She gives me a long look that I can’t read. Then her hands slide out from under mine to peel her sweater over her head.
Underneath she’s barely wearing a thing, just a pretty white lace brassiere with a pink satin rosette stretched over her luscious breasts. They’re firm and full, shoved up against all that lace and satin like they’re yearning to be set free. The jut of her tight nipples presses against the lace, along with the distinct ringed outline of twin piercings.
Have I mentioned I adore piercings in sex play?
Well, darling, consider it mentioned.
The sight of hers sends a jolt of electric energy arcing straight to my cock. Which isn’t exactly a reaction I’m prepared for.
Of course, Ronin has me hot for him, a response he’s diligently stoking with the filthy way he’s rubbing his cock against me. Now that he’s working my zipper open and I’m aching to feel his hand wrapped around my dick, it’s easy to conclude my body is merely confused by all these stimuli.
