Page 31 of Gemini Christmas
Thankfully his forked devil’s tail dick—dragon dick—is a lot easier for my famous titanium pussy to take these days. The twin barbs that lock him into place while he fucks are less insistent and more forgiving right now, while I’m knocked up with his kid and others. Plus he and V have that clutch of gorgeous dragon eggs ripening back on Avalon under Xhevith’s watchful eye.
I swear, it’s like his hormonesknow. As in, good job. Well done. Mission accomplished for Max and his breeding kink.
Of course, he still loves a good fuck.
These days, fucking Max into a sex puddle on our great room floor is no pain and all pleasure.
Max braces his weight on his outspread arms to give my tummy and the kids plenty of breathing room. When his pelvis rocks into me, muscle flexes in his ropy arms and tight abs and deepens the Adonis belt that bisects his lean hips. He bows his head so his buttery hair falls over his face and fucks into me with obsessive purpose, snarling on every downstroke.
I dig my heels into the bearskin, lift my hips to meet every thrust with an audible suction that tells the whole room exactly how wet I am, and angle my pelvis to deepen the glide. This angle gives me plenty of G spot stim and stokes the sweet rush of arousal that’s heating my whole body.
Max is just getting started, and I’m already whimpering.
Sure, I just came. Believe me, I know.
But I’m more than ready for an encore.
In perfect tempo with the pace Max is setting, I jack Ronin’s throbbing length in a building rhythm that makes Ronin moan and writhe under my hand. When I alter my technique to add a twist on the upstroke, Ronin buries his face in my shoulder andsinks his teeth into my clavicle in a biting suck that makes me gasp.
Ronin’s no shifter, but we both fancy a good love bite. The tingling rush of pain to that nexus of sensitive skin, under the hard pull of his mouth, clamps my pussy even harder around Max’s dick. That tight inner squeeze makes our dragon growl with pleasure.
“I’m gonna make you pay for biting me like that.” I twist and whine under the sting of Ronin’s ruthless mouth. “Gonna make you messy. Gonna make you spurt. All over my hand and my tits and this bearskin rug. So all we think about all night—all of us—is you losing it. Every time we see the cum stain.”
Looking unhinged with his tousled hair spilling around him and his amber eyes flaming with possessive fire, Ronin kneels over me, presses my shoulders into the rug, and bites his way savagely down the swell of my sweating tits.
Over his shoulder, I glimpse Neo, pumping smoothly into the pale globes of Ash’s hard ass. Neo is whimpering with every pump and basically losing his sweet bookworm mind. Ash really likes dick, and Neo bottoms for everyone else but tops for Ash, so these two are always something special.
But with Neo, it’s never just about Neo.
Through the tether of our bond, my fated mate is totally dedicated to making Ash feel good. Plus Neo is wordless with appreciation over having a front row seat for everything else that’s going down with me and our warlocks in this cottage tonight.
Including both my recent O and the one Zephyr’s about to have.
V finally finishes lubing up and turns to face us, hooves thudding against the floorboards.
But the fire is still behind him.
Vasili strides heavily past Mordred, who’s straddling Lucius on the rug and slowly impaling himself on our wolf’s thick cola-can cock and engulfing the swollen knot at the base of Lucius’ shaft in the clutch of Mordred’s accommodating ass.
I can’t see much of those two through the spill of Ronin’s hair, but I don’t need to see. I can hear them both fine. Lucius is growling orders, low and sexy. And Mordred is swearing breathlessly at the stretch and burn of what I know is gonna be his first knot.
Mordred’s surprise and delight over this whole encounter—the intimate connection with Lucius that he’s craved for so long—everything he’s feeling dances through our mating bond. Along with the savage sense of satisfaction surging through Lucius, as our wolf finally abandons his headmasterly propriety and decorum to stake his own possessive alpha claim on our kraken.
Meanwhile, Vasili is looming over Zephyr’s bent and waiting body from behind like the monster he is, wicked horns branching black against the dying fire.
“Lie very still for me,” V growls at Zephyr in his sandpapery Krampus voice. “Or I’ll make you suffer.”
V says shit like that on the regular. Even when he’s not, like, possessed by the spirit of Krampus.
But that kinda threat still makes me shiver.
Feeling me quiver and knowing all the reasons why, Ronin redoubles his efforts, cupping my tender boobs and pushing them together so he can suckle both at once and twist my piercings. Under that kinda treatment, my nipples tingle like I’m wired into an electric current.
I fist Ronin’s hair with my free hand until he gasps at the sting, then quicken the pace of my hand job down below.
Vasili’s horned silhouette drizzles a slim torrent of lube, straight from the tube, over Zephyr’s exposed pucker. Still bentforward over the couch, Zephyr voices a soft oath and tries reflexively to straighten. But Krampus—I mean V—holds the Dark Fae down with a casual strength that totally finishes the job of revving my engine for Round Two.
“Take it easy with him, okay, beautiful?” Still braced on hands and knees while Neo pounds into him from behind, Ash lifts his head to give V the side eye, then studies Zephyr’s pinned form. “You still hunky-dory, Sparrow?”
