Page 148 of Gemini Hunted
“’Tis done for both your sakes,” I mutter between feverish kisses that set my soul alight. “Always. And for Ash, who also desires this snake for some godforsaken reason.”
Slippery as an eel, that imp of a Ronin chuckles and wiggles out from between me and my nemesis.
All too suddenly, I am holding Vasili in my arms.
With Ronin wrapped around both of us.
I don’t entirely protest. Not when Ronin’s mischievous hands are busily easing those inflammatory panties down Vasili’s long legs. I fist Vasili’s hair, soft as cobwebs in my grip, and slot his wicked mouth more deeply into mine.
Once we’ve disposed of Vasili’s alluring lingerie, Ronin nudges into the kiss too, his hot tongue slicking against mine and Vasili’s.
This shared kiss is messy and chaotic and wonderful.
I’m still accustoming myself to this maelstrom of sensation—Vasili’s sleek cool body twining around me like a python, Ronin’s hot mouth and fingers dancing along our joined limbs like tongues of flame—when Ronin sneaks a hand between us. His bold grip wraps around my aching shaft and fits me up against the curving length of Vasili’s pretty cock.
I’m obliterated.
Ruined.
Immolated by this first incendiary flash of intimate contact, cock to cock, with my rival king. This terrible creature I have envied and distrusted and hated. This lover who replaced me, who claimed all the decadent delights of Ronin’s wicked body and tempestuous soul during those endless years when Ronin thought me dead.
The one Zara has placed first above all others—even me, a male born to rule, with a kingdom at my feet—in her harem.
My eye locks on Vasili’s startled face.
His pretty lips part to expose the tips of his fangs. His cock twitches and pulses against mine. His smooth brow furrows. The point of one razor-sharp fang presses into his lower lip.
“Thou art mine now, beautiful one,” I whisper, under the rhythmic rising whimper of the relentless reaming Neo is giving Ash nearby.
Hearing me assert my claim, Ronin sucks in a sharp breath.
“Hmmmm.” Vasili tilts his head to study me. The eyepatch that hides my deformity. The pointed ears that proclaim meother. The dragon-honed strength of my naked shoulders and biceps.
At last, his gaze falls to the turgid shaft jutting from the lick of green between my legs.
Then, like the demon he is, Vasili smirks. One lid lowers in a playful wink. “I beg to differ, Your Tumescence. I’m not yours. You’remine.”
“Bloody hell. The two of you. Not boring with you lot in the harem, I’ll give you that.” With a chuff of laughter, Ronin wraps his fist around both of us—my aching shaft and Vasili’s—and jacks our dicks together. Base to crown and back again.
The intensity of feeling both of them, both my lovers, old and new, rolls my eye back in my head under a tidal wave of obliterating pleasure.
When my vision clears, I’m kissing both of them together, frotting both of them together, slinging my pelvis into the punishing rhythm of Ronin’s ruthless fist. I work a hand between us to find the jut of Ronin’s pierced dick, because he too deserves pleasure, and pump him until he moans and writhes.
“Darlings,” Vasili gasps into our heated kiss. “You’ll come when I tell you… both of you… and not a moment sooner.”
“Thou art an arrogant creature, boastful and vain,” I gasp. “But damn the moon if you haven’t stolen my soul.”
I have observed how strongly Vasili Romanov is affected when his mates tell him they love him.
I’m not quite using the wordlovemyself with this dangerous and deceitful creature.
Not yet.
But my admission strays perilously close. And, after all, he knows I cannot lie.
Vasili arches into Ronin’s fist, throws his head back, and cries out to heaven as his climax boils through him.
The first splash of my rival king’s hot seed against my dick sets me off like a witchfire explosion.
