Sagittarius (The Zodiac Queen #9) Read Online Gemma James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Zodiac Queen Series by Gemma James
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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Tatum spreads me open, his fingers grasping my knees, and I can’t help but whimper.

“So this is what you want?” Sebastian clamps a hand around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me go still. His warm breath shoots down my neck, sweet from whiskey. “My cock in your ass, princess? His tongue on your pussy?”

“Don’t hate me,” I plead, sucking in a fortifying breath. “I’m tired of fighting.”

Every man in the Brotherhood has taken something from me, and now…

Now it’s my turn to take.

Sebastian growls in my ear. “I could never do anything but love you, and I’m going to love taking every inch of your ass while hating his eager participation.” He tightens his hand around my throat before releasing me. “It’ll probably hurt.”

His pain and anger sting more than anything, but I’ll accept both, just as I’ve accepted my place in the Brotherhood.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, shame collecting in my eyes. “I deserve the pain.”

Crouching between my knees, Tatum tosses a bottle of lubricant to Sebastian. “This will make it hurt a lot less—not that you guys haven’t had practice at this.” He grins from the V of my thighs.

“Leave our private moments out of this,” Sebastian says, twisting off the cap. He pours some of the gel onto his fingers. “Lift up, baby.”

Feet digging into the mattress, I raise my ass so he can rub the lubrication into my tight hole. He shoves in his slippery digits to open me up for him, and I moan. Determined to prepare me, he doesn’t break his pace, and after several deep jabs of his fingers, the burn eases.

I let out a short-lived breath of relief.

Because Tatum is watching me with an intensity that prickles my skin, his amber gaze heightening my anticipation, flooding my already-drenched center, causing my pulse to throb in my ears.

“Damn, you’re sexy. I’ve never seen a pair of eyes beg like yours do.” Tatum nods toward Sebastian. “Don’t keep her waiting forever.”

“Fuck you to hell,” Sebastian says as he holds me by the hips. He presses into me—just the plump head at first—his shallow thrusts bringing his cock a little deeper.

I grit my teeth through the stretch, then groan as he inches past the tight ring of pain. Each time feels like the first time—unbearable until his skill eases me into it and the fullness of his cock sends me to a place of nirvana.

Unhindered, he drives into me, impaling me on every thick inch of his shaft, and only then does he move in his masterful way, ripping the pleasure from the pain.

“Oh!” I cry out, clawing at Sebastian’s forearms.

No longer watching, Tatum sinks out of view and dips two fingers inside me. I jerk at the intrusion, and then he withdraws before plunging in once more. Letting out a cry, I arch my spine, chasing his touch.

“You needy, wet little thing. Should I lick your cunt now? Would you like that?”

His obscene questions pull another mewling cry from me. The promise of his tongue teases me to insanity, and I tilt my hips in search of his mouth.

“Yes, beautiful, that’s it,” Tatum says, his digits curling inside me. “Let your body do the begging.”

I whimper and buck, fighting Sebastian’s unforgiving grip as he plunders my ass. Tatum chuckles against my inner thigh, then his mouth is where I want it.

Need it.

Crave it.

He drags his tongue up my slit and conquers me with firm strokes, attacking my tingling bud with purpose. The two of them wreck me before putting me back together again.

I close my eyes and just…feel.

Feel the strength in Sebastian’s warm hands, the power in his thrusts. The slippery quest of Tatum’s tongue on my clit. The inevitable shame for enjoying every second. For the first time since Ford’s ball, I allow the truth to crystallize into a full-blown realization.

The men in the Brotherhood trigger the sexual deviant in me—from Liam’s dominance, Vance’s kinkiness, Sebastian’s fiery passion, Ford’s playboy tendencies, to Tatum and the way his watchful amber eyes give me permission to want it all.

I have no shame.

And the man I love more than anything in the world is going to get hurt because he loves me, needs me…

Wants to possess me as his own.

His, and only his.

“You feel fucking amazing,” Sebastian groans, his hands brutal on my hips as he drives his cock into me.

It’s sensation overload, with Tatum’s tongue on my clit, and Sebastian pumping in and out of my ass. They push me to the verge of oblivion and trap me there.

“Oh God, oh God, oh my God!” I’m mad with need, delirious, blinded by the sparks going off behind my eyelids. “Please, I…Sebastian, you need…I mean I need…”

To form coherent sentences.

To determine up from down.

To remember my own name.

“Do you need to come?” The question is a taunt, vibrating off Tatum’s lips, because he already knows the answer.


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