Page 136 of Gemini Wicked

“Love you, Red. You’re so fucking sweet, you slay me.” Gently Ronin plucks off our bookworm’s steamy glasses and leans in to kiss him. It is a slow sensual kiss that makes Neo blush.

“I love you so much, Ronin.” Neo sighs happily. “I just love all of you so much.”

These days, our Neo is easy to please. He is bitten and claimed and bonded. We are giving him everything he needs. In truth, we all spoil him.

Still, seeing him so happy makes my chest ache with love.

Ronin snickers at whatever besotted look I am wearing on my face, then nudges Neo into the bedroom with wicked purpose.

Lucius utters a wolfish growl and pulls me with him after our mates.

It is strange to me, this soft yielding I feel for my alpha. His wolf is no match for my dragon. I am the Sagittarius prince. Yet I yield to the pull of Lucius’ hand and follow obediently where he leads me.

The Unseelie’s octagon bedroom with its glass walls is awash in stars and moonlight. The round bed shimmers, rose and violet, in this eagle’s nest that crowns the high tower. The X-shaped silhouette of the St. Andrew’s Cross divides the vast horizon of the Avalon sea.

Neo is already eyeing that cross with a bashful interest that makes my balls clench and my dick jolt.

But it would not be proper to use Zephyr’s toys without his consent. And the Dark Fae King—Vasili’s deadly rival, and therefore mine, even if Zara does not know it—he and the winged Seelie remain absent.

While Ronin whispers filthy things to Neo between more of those slow hot kisses that make our bookworm blush and shiver, my gaze shoots past them to my sovereign.

Zara is kneeling on the bed with her hands on the glass, peering through the window at the endless sea. She is, just barely, levitating. The air around her shimmers with mating heat. Her teal curls—lustrous and shining with fertility—have fallen from their restraint to spill down her back and graze her tiny waist. The flare of her hips beckons me like a siren song.

Every curving line of her succulent body speaks of longing. All too clearly, she is searching for the dragonrider and the winged one. She is longing for them. For her two Fae lovers. She is longing for them to join us.

But she is mine tonight.

She is mine.

As for Vasili (who is also mine), he has temporarily vacated her delicious cunt. He is rampaging, twitchy with impatience, through an assortment of jars and potions that clearly belong to Zephyr. Just as he opened and consumed Zephyr’s wine without asking. In short, he is causing chaos in Zephyr’s orderly home.

Vasili will never admit this behavior is occurring because he is nervous.

In the end, I am what will soothe him. But he is prickly with rut and he is wary.

Because of the eggs.

If I try for him now, he is more likely to slap my face for my impertinence (which he has done before when I offend him) than to welcome me.

He wields a vicious backhand. Just the memory of that backhand makes my eyes water.

Clearly, for now, breeding him must wait.

Tonight all of me is for Zara.

“My queen,” Lucius growls, with his wolf in his voice.

My headmaster pushes me into the bed with a roughness that ignites me, then scrambles in himself with lupine ease. His clawed hands tear the shirt from his shoulders with an impatience that shreds the cloth.

He is unleashed.

I snarl through my fangs at him.

I love Lucius. I love him. He is my mate, he is my teacher, he is the father I never had. But in this moment, he is a rival alpha for my female.

He bares his fangs in response to my threat. His eyes pulse wicked red in warning.

Zara’s head turns toward us. Her wild mermaid hair swirls around her shoulders. Purple fire spills from her eyes. In the starlight, her glowing orbs burn like pinwheels.

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