Page 146 of Gemini Hunted
Not a drop is spilled or wasted.
Max roars out his climax through clenched teeth. My inner dragon trumpets till my soul rings like a bell.
But neither of my alphas are finished. And neither am I.
God, neither am I.
Even though I squish from both ends with every stroke.
I can’t even look at the camera’s blinking light. But I hope my subjects are enjoying this royal porn show we’re broadcasting, you know, for the good of the realm.
At the thought, my sagging head snaps up.
“First command, queen to subjects,” I gasp, staring straight into the lens. “Everyone fuck. Pedigree doesn’t matter. Purity of bloodline doesn’t matter. You can cross racial lines.” Because that misguided belief has been a crippling constraint for the four arcane races for way too long.
Now, my Valyrian foresight is whispering in my ear, that’s one of the main reasons we’re not multiplying.
“Just fuck,” I finish on a moan, pussy flexing around Lucius’ knot. “Fuck who you love. Whoever that is. Just fuck.”
By now, the Horn of Ceres is projecting a literal laser light show over the sloping golden walls. The entire pyramid blazes with colored lights. The flickering light bathes the tangle of stone kraken poised on the pool’s rim and the long sea dragon neck snaking from the surface.
Are those statuesbreathing?
Or is that only an optical illusion from the play of light against stone?
Closer at hand, our kitty is sitting up straight on the altar, whiskers twitching and alert, swiping at the dancing beams of light with a tiny white paw.
Over Lucius’ straining shoulder, while his hips piston into me nonstop like a battery-powered bunny, I finally catch my first searing glimpse of Neo and Ash. Both my bookworm and my Seelie Prince are nakey and following my lead so perfectly.
Same as always.
That’s one of the things I love about these two.
My bookworm is flushed and excited and bleary-eyed without his glasses, but still so careful as he works his way gently into Ash from behind. As for my Seelie Prince, Ash is braced on hands and knees at the perfect angle so he can watch Max and Lucius ruin me. His silver eyes burn like lamps, his brow is all scrunched up, and the expression on his weathered face is blissful.
Nothing makes Ash happier than submitting. To any of us.
I figured that out on Day One.
When Neo finally seats his shaft balls-deep in our soon-to-be Potions prof, then clamps a hand around Ash’s neck to shove his head down (because Neo too is learning what his new lover needs), Ash’s big beefcake body sways and trembles all over.
“Oh, Geezus, kid,” Ash groans from the heart, reaching between his thick thighs to pump his own rigid length. Between his fingers, his Jacob’s Ladder piercings gleam pink and purple in the light show that Horn is projecting.
“It’s okay. You’re doing really well, Ash,” Neo tells him sweetly, all breathless. “You’re really tight. Especially when you squeeze like that, wow! You’re going to make me come really hard.”
Safe to say our First Boy is excelling at this extra credit assignment.
Which comes as a surprise to no one.
Now my gaze swerves to Exhibit B. The other act in this three-ring circus we’re staging for the benefit of our viewing audience.
Over Lucius’ other shoulder, I can finally see, a naked Ronin has been teasing V and Zephyr. Evading them. Making them hunt him. Really making them work for it.
But, fuck me, those two kings are hunting as a team. They’ve finally learned to work together.
Now they have Ronin pinned between them in a corner. The guy they’ve both fought over and practically killed over.
Oh, hell to the yeah.
