Page 25 of Gemini Queen
All rather Darwinian, of course, by design. If a witch or warlock can’t control their powers, they’re a danger to all four races.
A danger we’ve grown too few and far too weak to tolerate.
By the time I’ve finished demonstrating to our precious queen and the entire witching world how little she deserves our devotion… assuming she survives Purgatory at all, a fate my actions may well determine…
She’ll wish she was never born.
Chapter Eleven
Zara
I’m snuggled up tight in Xiao’s sleeping arms.
From somewhere, pearly light leaks through a window against my closed lids. From somewhere else, a cold wisp of air tickles my cheek. But overall I’m toasty warm. This is mostly due to having Xiao wrapped completely around the back of me as we spoon under a pile of powder-soft blankets, his knees pressed into the back of mine, his brawny arm wrapped around my waist, his soft breath fanning my neck as he snores.
Even though, typically, Xiao’s not one to snore.
The only problem I have with this whole comfy setup is neither one of us is sleeping in the nude. I’m gonna have to shimmy out of these PJs I’m wearing and peel him out of what feels like a sweater and a whole damn wardrobe before we can fuck.
“Xiao?” I mumble, arching into his touch, hearing his breath hitch in my ear. “Need you to tongue me awake, baby.”
“Mmmmm.” Warm lips find the side of my neck and nuzzle my pulse. Shivers race over my skin and a soft moan spills out of me. My reaction apparently gives Xiao all the encouragement he needs to start popping open my shirt buttons.
When his big hand finds my breast, rubbing rhythmic circles against a combat-hardened palm until my nipple sits up and takes notice with a tingle, I breathe out another moan and arch into him. The hardening jut of his cock against my ass coaxes me into a sleepy grin. I undulate against him until I wring out of him a guttural groan.
“Sweet heaven, Zara,” he whispers against my skin. “I’ve waited so long to feel you like this.”
That’s sweet of him to say, because it’s been like two days at the max since I straddled him in the sauna and fucked him to a noisy climax. I rub the crack of my ass into his massive cock in a silent promise of things to come. I like a little back-door action and Xiao typically doesn’t.
But maybe this morning I can talk him into it.
To pay me back for my teasing, his clever fingers work my nipple into a pinch hard enough to curl my toes. I grab his hand and drag it under my PJs to find the slick heat building between my thighs.
Which makes us both moan. Especially when his patient finger takes its gold old time circling my sweet spot, which is aching for the contact, before he eases the digit inside me. I clench around him with a gasp. He sinks his teeth gently into my neck around another husky groan.
I honestly don’t know why we’re not both already naked. But what I do know is this uncharacteristic restraint on Xiao’s part is going to catapult me through the roof when I climax.
“Xiao,” I whimper. “Don’t tease me, baby. I need your tongue.”
“Um, Zara?” he breathes in my ear. “Believe me, I’m incredibly happy to oblige. But who the heck’s Xiao?”
Thatgets my eyes open in a hurry. I snatch his startled hand out from under my jammies and scramble around in a gasp, dragging half the blankets with me since my shirt is gaping. Then I just stare into the sleepy face of the complete fucking stranger blinking at me from our shared pillow in the light of a snowy morning pouring through tall leaded glass doors at the foot of an equally unfamiliar bed.
I’m one hundred percent confident I’ve never seen the guy who’s currently sharing this bed in my life.
And you don’t forget a head of shoulder-length magenta hair tumbled around a clean-cut face like a young Clark Kent’s, flushed and smoldering with arousal, with a kissable mouth and a sculpted chin and burning leaf-green eyes all bleary from sleep.
“Sweet Jesus! Who the hell are you?” I burst out, sitting straight up with the blankets clutched to my chest, dragging a hand through my hopelessly tangled hair, and wondering what the heck happened to that katana I used to have. “And what are you doing in my bed?”
“It’s our bed. I mean, it will be.” The guy still seems to be struggling to wake up, his voice all raspy with sleep. He pushes a hand through his mop of hair and scrubs his face. “I mean, it’s your bed now, but I’m moving my shit in with you today.”
Maybe there’s something wrong with my hearing.
Or maybe there’s something wrong with his head.
I space the words out so he’ll be sure to understand. “Who. Are. You.”
“Um.” He too sits up, blankets pooling around a taut waist, showcasing a wide chest and impressive shoulders and iron biceps under the clinging cashmere of a merlot sweater with a big fat Academy logo embroidered on the breast. Just the sight of that sweater in my bed offends me. “I’m Neo… Neo Mercury. I’m your fated mate.”
