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Jonathan sat back into his mates’ hold. “You’re very unique. It’s refreshing. Stay for dinner. Get to know our merry bunch.”

“I’d like that.” Jonathan made him feel less alone. He still didn’t fully understand this new responsibility he had been handed, and he felt woefully unprepared. Frost didn’t know how to handle this. But he knew Jonathan was only a prayer away.

Jonathan made him feel less alone. That thought ate at Gemini’s brain. Frost wasn’t alone without Jonathan. Gemini would always be by his side. Whatever life or this new role threw their way, Gemini had him. He didn’t understand why Frost still didn’t see that.

Gemini tried like hell to enjoy himself. It turned out Jonathan was a huge goofball, and Faolan kept everyone laughing. Gemini didn’t know how he felt about Lire. He had never been so close to a demon. Gemini was floored that he had been given two mates of such high status. There was a lot he didn’t understand about royalty and hierarchy of his own people. The Americas hadn’t had a king that long.

By the time they were shown their way home, Gemini’s mood was shit. Apparently, he wasn’t enough to comfort his mate and make him feel safe. It was disheartening. He had no clue why he was so bad at this. Everything and everyone kept stealing their moments. All he wanted was to revel in this beautiful thing he never expected to have. Each time he lost another piece of them, he felt like maybe he still didn’t have it.

As they stepped through the mirror, Frost overcame him. His mouth covered Gemini’s as he tried climbing his body like a tree. A laugh escaped Gemini. His mood immediately soared. He grabbed Frost’s ass and held him flush against him as their tongues played. When they accidentally knocked a bunch of shit from the counter, Gemini headed for the bed. His entire focus was locked on his mate and the hungry sounds he made. He took Frost down hard. Frost tore off Gemini’s shirt, as if he couldn’t get close enough—like he needed Gemini’s bare skin against him.

“Are you slumming it now?”

Gemini’s head shot up. He barely stopped himself from turning. A human male sat on Frost’s bed. He was shirtless and held abouquet of roses. Gemini had been so engrossed in Frost, he hadn’t even smelled their intruder.

Frost had to tilt his head at an odd angle to see who spoke. “Craig? What in the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Our bed,” Gemini growled. It was best they got that straight now.

“Our bed,” Frost agreed, making the cat purr.

Craig glanced between them. He didn’t bother getting dressed—like he knew Frost would choose him.

Gemini refused to move. He didn’t know this guy. The way things had been going, he could be possessed. He smelled human, but he hadn’t smelled the demon inside Faolan earlier. The more powerful a demon was, the easier they hid. With Lucifer in town, it stood to reason a big-time demon lord could be a snap of his fingers away.

Wait. Lire is a demon?

“One thing at a time, angel.”

Frost focused on Craig again. “How did you even get in here?”

“You always hide your spare key in the same place. I didn’t see you two when I got here.”

Frost avoided his gaze at that spare key comment, but he couldn’t avoid Gemini’s thoughts.Told you so.

Frost huffed. He didn’t know if the sound was meant for him or Craig. “Obviously, we were here. We’re supposed to be here. You’re not. Why in the fuck are you in our bed?”

“You keep saying ours, and I’m confused. There’s also no way in hell you werethatinto things. You forget who you’re talking to. Have you decided to start faking interest in sex?”

Yep. That’s definitely Craig. No possession here. He doesn’t need a demon to make him stoop low.

A wicked smile stretched Gemini’s lips. He had no qualms about taking this argument to hell. “Maybe you just don’t know how to please a man.”

Craig’s gaze flickered in Gemini’s direction, as if he were unimportant, before focusing on Frost again. “If I had known you planned to move into such a nice place, I never would’ve let you leave without me.”

It was Gemini’s turn to pretend Craig wasn’t there. “What the fuck did you see in this asshole?”

“Class.” Craig sounded so goddamn sure of himself. “I’m sure you know nothing about that. Why don’t you leave Frost and me alone for a minute? We need to talk.”

A snort that sounded ugly even to him escaped him.

Frost had his back. “Anything you have to say to me you can say in front of my husband.”

A loud bark of laughter burst from Craig. It wasn’t a pleasant sound. “You don’t have to lie to get rid of me. All you have to do is give me five minutes.” His eyes flashed with promise. “I can make it worth your while, and you won’t have to be embarrassed in front of your peers for being with a… working-class type.”

It was obvious Craig fought for a way to describe Gemini.

On the dresser.

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