Page 36 of Gemini Hunted
The air is swimming with the citrus sweetness of Zara’s mating scent and the dark musk of Vasili’s—both Mogadon, exuding pheromones that are genetically designed for seduction. The gamy scent of wolf, wafting from the aroused shifter, delivers an added kick.
With all these biochemicals swirling through the room, ’tis no wonder we’re all drunk.
Yet surely, there’s something more in the air tonight than the familiar scents of my bride and her harem. The very air we breathe is thick, a plush fabric of primal sex that strokes my skin like a tangible brush of velvet. At the same time, Ash’s absence chafes me like an ill-fitting boot. Even the dragon, Maxim, has surely been away too long.
Then the snake stops teasing my perineum to circle my pucker with an insinuating finger. My half-formed worries eddy through my brain and swirl into ether.
For the first time in many hours, I’m no longer chilled to the bone.
I’m burning up.
Consumed and devoured by a raging inferno of need.
Maddened with craving, I rip off the eyepatch that’s cutting into my brow and cast the detestable thing wildly aside. Then I thrust deep into the divine suck of my enemy’s delectable mouth.
“Mine,”I snarl, pumping into Vasili in a frenzy, as though I’m nothing more than the frothing, feral, half-wild beast he believes me to be. “Your wicked, naughty tease of a mouth. You can guard your precious hole like the Crown Jewels. This mouth of yours ismine.”
His pale eyes flash with spiteful malice. I imagine he’d like to hiss at me like a rattlesnake.
But his mouth is full.
His eyes narrow in vengeful promise of the unpleasantries that are certain to come. But his throat tightens and ripples around my shaft as he swallows me down, then eases off and does it again. His throat kneads every inch of my throbbing length like a fist.
Even as his finger rims my defenseless hole.
Oh, my Goddess. I can no longer refrain.
My back arches, my hips flex, my balls clench. With a savage shout that rips loose from deep in my chest, I erupt and unload endless months of hostility and aggression and enmity down my rival’s accommodating throat.
My entire world goes red with an obliterating pleasure that roars and pulses and jets through my veins like lava.
Dimly, I feel the hot spurt of another man’s spend spattering my thigh. Not Vasili, because the warlock is far too self-contained for that. Denying me the pleasure of his climax is Vasili’s way of maintaining what he imagines to be his dominance in this harem.
No. The warlock spilling his lavish seed down my legs with a whine of relief is the sweet one.
Neo.
Eye still closed, I fumble blindly to find the boy’s muscled shoulder, then give him a clumsy squeeze to convey my praise. He moans and rubs his cheek against my knuckles.
An eternity later, my spent and twitching dick slips from Vasili’s mouth. The snake swallows down the last of my seed, then releases me with a lazy lick that wrings out of me a rather pathetic whimper.
My whimper gives rise to his satisfied chuckle. My dazed eye struggles to focus. Vasili licks a final creamy droplet of my seed from the corner of his mouth with a hum.
Well, let the prideful creature preen. I am well past caring.
My knees are buckling.
My body is swaying.
Zara’s strength alone holds me on my feet.
“Mmmmm, that’s my snake. You’ve been so nice to him, Vasili. Look what you’ve done to him.” My bride nuzzles the back of my drooping neck, then lets me sag gently into Neo’s waiting arms.
The boy accepts the burden of my boneless weight with a shy smile, then settles back comfortably to his haunches with me cradled to his chest. I throw an affectionate arm around his neck. Both of us are messy with his release, but I’m of no mind to complain.
My bride gives the cum-spattered tableau of Neo and me, wrapped clumsily in each other’s arms, an approving grin.
Next, she spares an assessing glance at a groaning Ronin, who is fisting the sheets and biting the pillow as the wolf works the ruddy bulge of his knot ruthlessly into Ronin’s tight hole.
