Page 161 of Gemini Queen
What I can see is that he’s in the mood for mischief. Which typically means someone’s about to start bleeding.
Well, I can play that game.
“Hmmm.” I wade leisurely across the pool to Neo, who eyes my approach with interest. I straddle my fated mate’s seated form and lower myself onto his lap. Fully on board with this little tease, he grins up at me, wraps his arms around me, and cups my ass in his big hands with an approving murmur.
And his cock definitely sits up and takes notice.
But his wide green eyes drift back to Vasili as the Goblin King peels out of his pants, retains his sexy lingerie so we can peel him out of it ourselves, and slides into the pool like a water moccasin.
Suddenly the scent of sex and pheromones is thick in the steamy air.
Oh, wait. That would be me scenting.
“Don’t even think about coming over here until you answer my question,” I instruct Vasili. Then I lean in to give Neo a slow hot kiss, our tongues meeting in a scorching lick.
Last night while I patched up Lucius after his bear encounter, then patrolled the halls protecting my guys while they slept off the remnants of Zerxes’ spell, I was pretty worried about Neo. But I have to admit in the light of day that my mate doesn’t seem to be suffering much remorse over swinging that poker (not that he should, but maybe the inspector won’t see it that way?)
I’m more worried right now about Lucius losing his job and me getting sent to the witching world equivalent of Azkaban Prison for frying Bjorn with my lightning.
Completely ignoring my edict, Vasili comes snaking up behind me. His electric mouth nuzzles the bite on my shoulder, which is actually Lucius’ bite. They’ve both started tending each other’s bites on Ronin and me, which I think is cute as hell.
You’d never take Vasili for the nurturing kind, but maybe he just needed someone to nurture.
Still, I refuse to be distracted. “I mean it, Goblin King. You better start talking and fast.”
“Now, now, Ms. Gemini.” His commanding hands wrap around my hips, which also brings him into contact with Neo. “You really ought to treat me with more respect. As the newly hired professor of Mogadon Magics, my stature at this Academy demands it.”
I squeak in surprise (I may have mentioned that Vasili has the knack of wringing undignified noises out of me?) and try to turn, but he crowds in behind me to keep me right where I am on Neo’s lap. And since my snake’s completely naked except for a soaked scrap of black lace stretched over his burgeoning erection, he’s a fairly significant distraction.
This development explains why he dressed up to see the Dean (although, being Vasili, he’s always dressed up).
He went for a job interview.
And it isn’t Lucius’ job the Dean apparently just gave him either. Vasili just picked up Zerxes’ former gig.
“Hey.” Neo’s mouth pops open with indignation. “You can’t join the faculty yet. That’s against the rules. You haven’t even graduated.”
“Well, aren’t you clever, First Boy?” Vasili purrs, his fingers threading through Neo’s around my hips. “It’s a provisional appointment until I graduate this spring. I’ve intended for some time to join this faculty, and there just so happens to be an immediate vacancy. And now that I’ve answered at least one of your questions, darling, I do believe I’ve earned a congratulatory kiss.”
Now he’s talking to me, but I’m not about to waste this opportunity while I’ve got the two of them this close and actually touching.
“You two first,” I breathe, and Neo blushes to his hairline.
“Tut tut,” Vasili murmurs, sounding reproachful. “I’m afraid it’s against the rules for Mr. Mercury to kiss the faculty.”
Mutiny sparks in Neo’s eyes. “It would have to be a provisional kiss. Since you’re not irrevocablyonthe faculty—”
Vasili laughs, wraps one hand around the back of Neo’s neck, and drags him close. Their mouths are only an inch apart when Vasili abruptly stops. His surge of discomfort roils the mating bond between us.
I instantly get what he’s worried about.
Neo stiffens up too, not understanding what’s happening and wondering what he screwed up this time, until I whisper reassurance through our bond.He thinks you won’t like his fangs, baby. He’s sensitive as fuck about them.
“Wow, really?” Neo breathes, his wary face going all soft. “I’ve actually, uh, been wondering what it would take to persuade one of you to bite me. Because I’m practically the only one who hasn’t been… you know…”
“Bitten? Somehow I feel certain that can be arranged,” Vasili says, far more mildly than he typically says anything.
When their lips bump together, it’s a tentative touch, a gentle negotiation, a careful slide of mouth meeting mouth. Vasili’s still hanging back and worrying about his fangs, but my sweet Neo leans into him and nudges his mouth open with all the innocent hunger that always turns my crank. Vasili moans low in his throat and tightens his grip on his former enemy.
