Page 166 of Gemini Wicked
Grinning like a psycho, I spin away from the sea toward the open balcony doors.
That’s when a form takes shape in the shadows.
Right there against the wall, where the darkest shadows gather.
This whole time, I’ve been alone on this balcony. Now, with zero warning, a strange guy is lurking there.
He’s big, at least as tall as Ash, and just about as broad through the shoulders. A sleek curtain of midnight blue hair parts around pointed ears and swirls around the muscled flex of his shirtless body, all the way down to his sinewy hips. In a sharp Dark Fae face, clever eyes pulse a wicked purple. A sleeve of ink encases one brawny arm from wrist to shoulder in a tapestry of indigo scales. Sleek black armor clings to corded thighs. I can’t be sure in the starlight, even with my shifty senses, but this guy’s barefooted, and looks like his toes are webbed.
He’s like a blue-haired version of Jason Momoa from Aquaman standing on this balcony. He’s even gripping a trident taller than he is in casual threat.
“All hail the Gemini queen.” A deep baritone rumble, like a real radio voice, rolls from his cavernous chest.
Every hair on my body rises. Fight or flight instinct gooses my vitals. I mainline an adrenaline rush like it’s heroin. My inner dragon uncurls from her sex-sated sleep with a long hiss of menace.
Despite the adrenaline headrush, my thoughts are crystal clear. Even if I summon my guys through our bond to help, this POS has more time than he needs to act.
He’s bided his time and chosen his game.
Nothing to do now but play it.
I plant my feet wide and fold my arms across my chest. Like I’m not just wearing a guy’s shirt and a crown, with Seelie cum dripping down my thighs.
“So I’m guessing you’re our missing demon.” I make my voice hard like the badass I am. “Mordred, right? You here to make a play for this crown? Because if you are? Fair warning. That’s not gonna end well for you.”
His head tilts and his lips curl in a cocky grin I wanna smack right off him. “You know what I am.”
“Yeah, you’re like this half-Fae, half-kraken, Clash of the Titans demon.”
“That ain’t all I am, baby. What else.” He leans his big trident against the wall and prowls toward me like sex on a stick. I swear to fuck, this guy walks like sin. (At least there’s not a tentacle in sight.) “I wanna hear you say it. What else am I, Zara Gemini.”
I clear my throat and say huskily, “Incubus. And don’t try sexing me up like you did in that dream last night either. I’m onto you and your shit. This time I’m fucking wide awake.”
Of course, this piece of work keeps right on coming.
But he takes his time, with a casual confidence to his swagger that goes way beyond cocky. “I could make you sleep. Make you beg. Make you burn. Do whatever the hells I want with you. But I ain’t here to nick your crown, baby. And I ain’t here to haul you off down below to my watery bed.”
“Well, that’s a relief. Then maybe I won’t need to wipe what’s left of you off this floor when I’m finished.” He’s not getting me trapped against this balustrade either, so I levitate a few inches and let my power rise. It rushes through me like an elixir, making my hair float and my fingers spark. “If you’re not here for the crown, Aquaman, what the fuck do you want?”
He rumbles a deep chuckle, but at least he stops moving. “Hells, I want a lotta shit. Too much to spill all at once, true? How ’bout we start with this. Straight up, I’m here to hop on the harem train. Lend some demon muscle to you and your warlock homeboys.”
My mouth falls open.
My levitation witchcraft (which is still a new thing for me) exits the building in a rush. I drop to the floor with a thud.
“S-sweet baby Jesus.” For fuck’s sake. I’m actually stammering. “A-are you trying to say…?”
I can’t finish. The sentence is literally too awful to finish.
But Mordred the demon, Zephyr’s mortal enemy and therefore mine, finishes that horrible sentence for me.
“Not trying, baby. I’m telling you true. I’m here to join your harem.”
