Page 63 of Gemini Hunted (Dark Witch Academy #5)

Barely able to vocalize when he’s this close to shifting, Lucius closes in on my trembling body. He swipes his swollen cock back and forth through my copious slick till his length is glistening with my juices. Then he probes my weeping hole and—finally!—works his rod into my splayed pussy.

He’s massive, but he’s fucking ruthless.

One taloned hand locks under my thigh to hitch my knee high. Then he drives his full length into my hungry channel till he bumps my cervix.

He usually fucks me open a good long while before he knots me.

But not tonight.

(Or do I mean, knot tonight? At this point, I’m practically starring in one of the omegaverse romance novels Neo and I like to read together in bed.)

But the press of Lucius’ prodigious knot against my vulva isn’t taking no wait suddenly not so sure about this for an answer.

I dig my heel into my wolf king’s flexing ass, wrap my arms around his sweating neck, and hold on tight.

Desperately I cling to him, barely balanced on one foot, while Lucius Aries stuffs me full with his bulbous knot.

Behind me, Maxim Rasputin strips down, then works his own forked dragon king junk into my ass.

Max’s dick is shaped like the Devil’s forked tail. The better to stuff me with.

For the sinful pleasure he delivers, I’d gladly burn in hell.

When Max is seated deep, all the way in my rear channel, the plink of his barbed dick engages to lock him in place. Now I’m plugged and spitted in both holes between my two alphas.

Couldn’t escape if I tried.

Good thing I’m all in. Escape is the last thing I want from these two.

Ever.

I never wanna leave any of my guys. And now I’ll never have to.

Pinned tight between my alphas’ fiercely thrusting bodies, vision filled with the furry expanse of Lucius’ rangy chest, my tits bounce with every pump. Every strike and recoil of cock in hole wrings a cry from my heaving lungs.

Sweet hell, they’re working together so good. Max and Lucius. Both dicks rubbing together inside me through the thin membrane that barely separates them, so they’re fucking each other as well as me.

This moment has been such a long time coming.

“Lucius, I am yours,” Max whispers, low and raw, cheek pressed hard against my temple. “Yours and hers. Only swear… you will never leave us.”

That’s the lonely boy, fatherless and abused in the lair by his dragon bitch mother (now dead, killed by Lucius, and good riddance), longing for the father he never knew.

“Dear boy,” Lucius gasps through his fangs. “I swear I will never leave you. Any of you.”

When my wolf king grips Max’s head and pulls my dragon king into a fangy kiss, their intimacy pushes me right over the edge, oh God, into another wailing public orgasm.

The death-grip clench of my cunt floods with jet after jet of Lucius’ potent seed.

His knot bottles me up tight, so all that copious jizz has nowhere else to go.

His spunk floods my fertile uterus. Simultaneously, the kick and spurt of Max’s dick in my ass inundates my back door, while his barb traps his potent dragon seed inside me.

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 statues breathing ?

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.

This is gonna be good. So good it’ll definitely trigger my next orgasm.

If the sheer pleasure of watching doesn’t kill me first.