Page 121 of Gemini Wicked

“No need to go summoning that little shit on my account,” a craggy voice says wryly from the balcony. “Besides, Mordred’s been kickin’ up plenty of ruckus right here in Avalon since you lit outta here, Sparrow.”

Both Zara’s teal head and Zephyr’s green one jerk up from poring over that awful book like they’re marionettes and someone just tugged their strings in unison.

Behind his eyepatch, Zephyr’s ruthless face ignites.

The stained-glass door swings wide under the thrust of a brawny male arm. I can’t see much from this angle, just a big hand and a leather-cuffed forearm and a dark thorny vine with drops of crimson blood inked around a really impressive biceps.

But that’s a tattoo I recognize.

My wonderful fated mate lights up like a Christmas tree and rushes around the desk toward the balcony. “Oh, thank fuck. Ash.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Zara

“Sweet Jesus, Ash,” I mumble into my Light Fae’s consuming kiss. “Where’ve you been? You scared the living piss out of us.”

But I sound more breathless with happiness than cranky.

I’ve missed this guy, like honest-to-God missed him—for months—and kissing him’s a headrush. It really is.

“Sorry ’bout that, princess.” He chuckles at my enthusiasm and engulfs my ass in his two big hands to ease me into the fortress of his body.

Ash is the biggest guy in my harem by a long shot, just a massive hunk of male, especially when his muscled frame’s all on display in the slate doeskin pants and vest that fit his beefcake body like he’s Conan the Destroyer, with his gorgeous pewter angel wings fully extended from colossal shoulders so the feathers caress my arms when I hug him. Laced tight behind that doeskin, and currently nudging me in the belly, is literally the biggest cock I’ve ever had.

He’s so tall he towers over me.

He’s so thick my arms barely span the tight column of solid muscle at his waist.

He’s so big he could tighten his arms and snap me in two like a matchstick.

But he won’t.

Ash would never, ever hurt me.

He’s more than the biggest guy in my harem. He’s also one of the gentlest. His brawny arms engulf me like I’m his precious treasure. His smooth fair skin smells bracing like ocean air and his kiss tastes tangy like Florida grapefruit.

I surface with a gasp from that monumental kiss and rise high on tiptoe to thread my fingers through his spiky pewter hair (which I can only do because he bends low to allow it). My touch skims over the tips of his pointy ears, that’s an erogenous zone on a Fae. His silver eyes lock on mine and crinkle in a smile that creases his rugged face.

He’s got some years on him, my Seelie does. But he wears them really well.

“Ash,” I breathe.

I’m honestly so relieved and so happy to see him, my eyes blur and overflow with a sudden spill of tears.

Fuck.

“Howdy, princess,” he rumbles deep in his chest. “Guess ya missed me, huh?”

“We thought you were stolen by demons or something.” I blink fast to keep the tears back, but that just makes them spill over. “I mean, demons. How is that even a thing?”

“Welcome to Avalon, honey.” He cups my chin in his big weathered palm and thumbs my tears away. “Demons from this particular legion—I mean Mordred and his brother—they’re demi-royalty over here. Just born on the wrong side of the blanket.”

“Ash,” Zephyr breathes, appearing suddenly at my side. His voice quivers with barely suppressed intensity. “You are never to do that again.”

“Well, that’s debatable. I’ll do what I gotta. Hasn’t exactly been a picnic here without ya.” Ash opens his arms to gather in our Unseelie mate. “Hiya, Sparrowhawk.”

And suddenly it’s the three of us again, this Fae ménage I fell for, back when I was lost and drifting in the enchanted magic of an Avalon spring.

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