Page 21 of Alien Prince

What is happening?

Gemma sits up and rubs her eyes as she looks up at me.

“Is something bothering you? You seem a little tense, Ronny.”

Unsure of how much to reveal.

I barely know Gemma, and Mother had been more than adamant that I resist using my new skin, despite its delivery.

But I was a fool and ignored her precautions, and now I am on the verge of a self-inflicted crisis.

Which might be worth it, considering the bombastic orgasm that tore through us.

The memory of such ecstasy still reverberates in my brain, ricocheting back and forth like a meteorite free falling without destination.

The desire culminates, but I lack the physical capability to come on my own. But for the moment, I wish I could exist as Gemma does.

Alive, solid, tangible.

Not so I could touch her, but so that she could touchme.

I chuckle but continue trying not to let her perfect mouth be too distracting, though my fingers long to trace the shape of her lips. But I do not wish to break the spell of this fragile moment. I have a feeling that before too long, the Gemini I’ve only just discovered, the defiant, rebellious woman who fights me for control, will return.

“It’s just my family's bullshit.” I lie.

The words cause a new sort of spell to befall the minx before me.

Her auburn hair frames her face, her bright blue eyes glazing over with what looks like fury, anger.

Gone is the woman who was malleable under my touch, the woman who’dbeggedme to bring her to the pinnacle of release.

There is the true Gemini.

“They're coarse, heartless monsters who rule with a selfish reign. And I'm sorry to say that I was raised to follow in their footsteps.”

I finish, avoiding the truth, but somehow feeling even more disgusted with myself.

Gemma gives me a look that's equal parts shock and sarcasm.

“Oh, well that's just wonderful,” she says dryly. “Nothing like a little bit of existential crisis to start the day off right.”

But there's a serious undertone to her words, an implication that she clearly grasps the significance of the revelation, much more profoundly than I expected her to.

I nod, feeling a sense of relief that she understands, but also a sense of trepidation.

Is this why Mother warned me? Does Gemini know something about my family that I do not?

“I know it's not an excuse for the things they've done, or the things I've done in their name, but I need you to know that this—” I gesture to her with the faintness of my arm, the tingling in my fingertips an ominous truth. “This is not my choice. It's just what I was raised to do. It is how weexist.How we survive.”

Gemma nods, her expression serious.

“Sometimes we do terrible things in the name of survival, don’t we?” Her tone is snarky, but there's an underlying hint of understanding, and dare I say, sympathy?

What sort of terrors have you lived through, Gemini?

A sense of gratitude blooms inside of me, spinning a new galaxy in its wake. I nod towards Gemma, hoping that I am not making a grave mistake by exposing myself to her in this way.

But something deep within me tells me I can trust her, more than anyone else. Because she ismy mate.

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