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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He leans down and nuzzles the crook of my shoulder, and my head whirls. “And how’s that?”

“Sebastian,” I moan, the alcohol already blazing through my system, loosening me up, paving the way for poor decisions and unforgettable nights. The next thing I know, he’s devouring my mouth, and I’m lost. The music seems louder in my eardrums, the beat more insistent. Strobing neon lights flash behind my shuttered lids as his kiss sends me into a trance-like state.

I’m not sure how long we feed off of each other, but by the time we pull apart, more shots have arrived, and we down those, too. As the night wears on, the space between us narrows, and I find myself sandwiched between Tatum and Sebastian, thigh-to-thigh.

It’s hot and heady in this place, and I’m so buzzed that I’m not sure whose hand is sliding up my thigh underneath the table. I only know I’m dizzy and overheated, consumed by need. Letting out a quiet moan, I rest my head on Sebastian’s shoulder as those warm fingers caress me through my panties.

Tatum leans close, fracturing the moment. “Come dance with me.”

“What?” It takes a second for my inebriated brain to catch up, but he’s already grabbing my arm and dragging me onto the dance floor by the time I consider protesting.

Tatum pulls me against him. “Sebastian’s a lucky bastard,” he says, his whiskey breath heating my neck. “What I’d give to have someone look at me the way you look at him.” He wedges a thigh between my legs, and we grind on each other in something resembling dancing. “Do you have any idea what you do to a man?”

“N-no,” I stutter.

His lips brush my ear. “He’s murdering me with his stare right now. Fuck, he’s jealous.”

I glance toward Sebastian. Sure enough, a dark storm brews in those ocean eyes.

“What do you think?” Tatum asks. “Should I give him a reason to glare at me like that?”

“No.”

Because the lion doesn’t need a reason to wield his possessive power—it’s as much a part of him as submitting seems to be in my genetic makeup.

Maybe that’s why I don’t stop Tatum from sliding a palm down my back. His fingers trail over flushed skin, and then he’s gripping my ass in both hands.

His cock hardens between us.

Our bodies move as one.

The music throbs straight to my pussy.

And suddenly, his chest rumbles with laughter. “Here he comes.”

Panicked, I try to extricate myself from his arms, but he won’t let me go.

The air shifts, grows heavier with desire and intoxication, and I sense Sebastian behind me before he presses against my back. He wedges a hand between Tatum and me, his palm kneading my left breast.

My head falls back against his shoulder. “I want you.”

“I’m right here, princess.” As Sebastian nuzzles my neck, his scent fills my nostrils, clean like the ocean air tinged with pure sexy man. He flicks my sensitive nipple as the three of us pretend to dance, and I melt into him.

“I need you so much.” Too far gone, I barely register the other dancers crowding us from all sides.

Sebastian slides his hand downward, cupping my throbbing pussy, and those magic digits rub me through my dress. He doesn’t stop, each stroke turning me into a wet and breathless mess.

“I’m so close.”

Close and straining for release, my whimpering moans begging for it.

Sebastian chuckles. “So needy. My fingers aren’t even inside you yet.”

Yet.

There’s hope, and with that realization, I thrust into his hand until he slips one finger, then two, beneath my panties.

He presses them into me, and God. He knows just how to touch me.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, nipping my earlobe.

“Make me come.”

Glorious relief is so close I can taste it.

“Not yet.” Tatum shatters my hopes. “I think it’s time we took this party back to the penthouse.”

8

The lights of downtown Los Angeles shine through the penthouse windows, illuminating a path in the darkness. Tatum leads the way, escorting us past the kitchen, library, and wine room until the pool area comes into view. He opens the door, and we step into the crisp fall breeze.

“What are we doing?” I’m still buzzed from the shots I threw back at the club, but the drive through downtown sobered me up enough to have the mind to ask questions.

“Taking a dip in the hot tub.” Tatum reaches for the buttons of his shirt, and the outdoor fireplace sets the moment aglow as he peels it off his shoulders. He lifts his chin at Sebastian. “You ready for this?”

Sebastian squeezes my hand. Despite him agreeing to participate, I know he’ll put a stop to this in a heartbeat if he thinks it’s what I want.

But what I want is him, and I’ll take him any way I can get him.

Be honest, an annoying voice whispers through my conscience, tugging at the truth until it unravels. I like the way Tatum looks at me, with absolute hunger in his gaze, which only makes his voyeurism more exciting.



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