Page 48 of Gemini Queen
God.
Turns out these two notorious rivals aren’t actually rivals. They’re lovers.
They’re freakinglovers.
And for some reason that’s eluding me here, they clearly don’t want anyone to know.
Then Vasili uncovers Ronin’s bite and just about launches into orbit. His eyes widen and his jaw drops and there’s genuine distress blazing under all that fuckery he wears like a mask on that perfect David Bowie face. He’s more than jealous. More than outraged.
He’s more than fucking Ronin Pendragon.
This monstrous pit viper of a warlock is actually in love with Ronin.
After what happened today, I despise Vasili Romanov for life. But, for some reason, the thought of him in love with Ronin makes me breathless. By now, literal wild horses couldn’t drag me from this spot because, one, these two clearly have secrets that it’s useful for me to know.
And, two, they’re clearly about to fuck. And they’re literally so hot I’m about to self-combust.
I don’t get how Ronin can kiss the guy like he’s about to crawl down his throat, given that reptile’s literal fangs, but they both seem to enjoy it. When Vasili binds Ronin’s wrists with his own tie, I almost burst into flames on the spot.
I’m warm and achy and I’m creaming my panties.
Abruptly the laboring furnace switches off. Vasili’s muttered words zoom into focus.
“…kept me waiting, didn’t you, little demon? Now you’ll have to pay the price.”
When the Goblin King drags down Ronin’s zipper and eases out Ronin’s pierced cock, I almost swallow my tongue.
By now, Ronin is moaning and begging and writhing on the mat and this is just way too good to miss. Vasili jacks him off with long slow strokes, his gaze intent on Ronin’s face. I lick my lips and slide a hand inside my blazer to caress my breast, which feels full and tingly. Under the starchy fabric of my shirt and bra, my nipples furl into tight little buds, just longing to be suckled.
Suddenly Vasili’s head swings up. “Merciful Christ, what is that appalling stench? Smells like rotting fish.”
Horror nails my feet to the floor. Right in the middle of unbuttoning my blouse to feel myself up. My mouth pops open in alarm and I dive behind the wall with my heart pounding like a sledgehammer.
“Probably the start of another sushi dinner,” Ronin murmurs. “It’s Racetrack’s turn to cook tonight. Girl’s a one-trick pony in the kitchen, yeah?”
Vasili doesn’t answer. I silently curse my koi pond hazing and wonder with a sick sense of dread what that snake will do if he finds me spying.
Ronin’s tone turns petulant. “You going to finish what you started or not?”
That seems to do the trick, because whatever Vasili does next wrings out of Ronin a nice long moan. That throaty sound is so drenched with sex it makes my pussy clench.
My teeth sink into my lower lip.
I should leave, but who am I kidding?
What I really want to do is ease my fingers under my panties and get myself off. The thing is, I’m a screamer when I come, and I can’t begin to imagine what Mr. Telekinetic over there will do if I’m discovered.
“Like me to finish you off?” Vasili purrs, all rough and growly and sexy as fuck.
God, yes, please. Finish him off and put us both out of our misery.
When Ronin moans his name, my fingers find my nipple through the lace of my bra. I’m so sensitive there, it’s all I can manage not to moan myself.
“Then do as you’re told, darling.” Vasili’s Russian accent licks me like a tongue. “I’m waiting to feel your naughty lips wrapped firmly around my cock.”
Ronin mutters some complaint about Vasili being a bloody tease that’s half-obscured by the buzz of a zipper, followed by Vasili’s low riff of laughter.
Now this I gotta see. I poke my head around the corner just in time.
