Page 163 of Gemini Wicked

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “You won’t hurt each other.”

Slowly, Ronin’s hand drifts toward Zephyr’s face. My Unseelie stands totally still, like he’s not even breathing, while Ronin’s hand lands gently against his cheek.

Very carefully, giving Zephyr plenty of space to pull away, Ronin strokes Zephyr’s sharp cheekbone with a reverent thumb. At last, Ronin’s thumb eases under the cruel press of the eyepatch Zephyr never removes.

Now even I’m not breathing.

Gently… so gently… Ronin eases the eyepatch aside.

Without it, Zephyr looks years younger.

Clearly Ash did a bang-up job healing him with his Seelie magic after the infamous accident. Just a slim pale scar crosses the silky eyelid that’s closed over Zephyr’s empty socket.

Zephyr’s remaining eye closes and his green brows draw tight.

“Tell me the truth. Am I… hideous to look upon?” he breathes in a thread of voice.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” Ronin’s voice breaks. “Inside and out. Oh, love. I’m so… so sorry… for hurting you.”

He leans in to place the gentlest kiss on Zephyr’s scarred eyelid. Then Ronin bows his head and presses his forehead to Zephyr’s.

Zephyr’s unsteady hands lift to cradle Ronin’s face.

My Dark Fae doesn’t make a sound. But he doesn’t reach to replace the eyepatch either. That moment of acceptance is the sign Ronin’s been yearning for.

The sign of Zephyr’s forgiveness.

When their mouths drift closer and meet in a searching kiss, my eyes flood with a rush of grateful tears.

“Shoot, princess,” Ash breathes in my ear. I jump a little, because geez, I never even heard him come in. “Guess you really are a goddess. You healed Sparrow in ways I didn’t even think were possible.”

“They’re both healing,” Neo says softly. “Ronin needs healing too, just as much.”

Ash is silent, his massive frame still and thoughtful against my back. I turn away from the slow tender kiss Ronin and Zephyr are sharing and look up (way up) into the guarded cast of my Seelie’s craggy face.

The starlight gilds his spiky pewter hair and turns his silver eyes to pools of mercury. I rise on tiptoe and reach up (way up) to thread my fingers through his hair.

His glowing eyes shift from Zephyr to me. Finally, his muscled shoulders ease and his face unclenches.

“Guess I’m all the way in the deep end of this polycule pool now, ain’t I?” he rumbles, deep in his chest. “Same way Sparrow is.”

“That’s right, big man. You’re one of us.” I stroke the hard plane of Ash’s cheek and trace his chiseled jaw. Then my hand drops to circle his thick throat and tightens in a way that makes him hiss.

“You gonna take good care of your queen tonight?” I croon.

I’m not often a domme, but that shit always turns my big Seelie into a sex puddle. Right on cue, he drops to his knees and stares up at me with his whole soul shining in his worshipful gaze.

“You just tell me how you want me, princess,” he rasps.

“I want you up against the wall right here, in front of all our guys, with your thick dick buried so deep inside me I can taste you in my throat,” I tell him, low and husky. “And I want Neo railing your ass until you wail. He’s been such a sweet boy. He deserves a reward, don’t you think?”

“Geez Louise,” Ash almost whimpers. “Think the two of you together just might do me in.”

Neo hovers behind him, flushed with excitement, eyes wide and shining behind his glasses. Gently his big hands settle over Ash’s shoulders, tattooed with those Seelie angel wings.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Ash,” Neo says sweetly. “We’ll both take really good care of you.”

I’m already unlacing Ash’s dragonscale Conan the Barbarian getup so Neo can slip the vest off his big shoulders. As soon as he does, I cup my hand under Ash’s chin and lift him to his feet. Neo reaches around from behind to open his breeches. Ash’s supersized cock springs free, ruddy and thick in a nest of pewter curls. The double row of silver studs from his Jacob’s Ladder gleams down the underside of that proud dick I’m already wet for.

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