Page 66 of Gemini Queen
While I break every rule in my personal codex by fornicating with a student ten years my junior—and fornicating without a damned condom at that—my rival has been watching and listening this entire time.
Shock forks through me like a bolt of lightning.
Ronin, it’s quite clear, has been fully aware Vasili never left. My mischievous mate is taking his pleasure from both his lovers.
The one who’s making love to him.
And the one who’s making him come just by watching.
In furious protest, my eyes lock on Vasili’s platinum gaze, his irises burning with nuclear heat. Every line in his chiseled face is etched with rage. But the turgid bulge shoved up against his breeches is swollen with lust.
Truly, I can do nothing about Vasili now. My mate is going wild beneath me, clawing at the sheets while I piston into him in a savage frenzy. With a hoarse shout, my climax boils through me and pours into Ronin.
As the first jet fills him, his own orgasm explodes, spurting from his shaft to drench my chest and his in hot milky spurts. Triggered by the biochemical stimulus of my own seed, this is the copious release of the mating fever breaking. Relentlessly I fuck him through it, prolonging his climax, pumping him full of my essence, coming so hard myself the world around me goes black.
Until all I see is Vasili Romanov.
My enemy alpha.
My sexual rival.
Both of us locked together, in lust and hatred, over the sated body of the mate we’ll both kill to possess.
Chapter Nineteen
Zara
Neo sleeps like I’ve killed him with sex.
His big warm body wraps tight around me in the complete disaster we’ve made of my medieval canopy bed, pillows hurled everywhere, blankets in a twist, fire burned down to embers hours ago. Silvery daylight leaks through the glass doors below my bed. According to the blinking digits on my dive watch and the academic schedule Lucius left with my orientation packet, it’s definitely time to rise and shine.
It’s probably time for Neo to rise and shine too.
But the truth is, I need a little space.
I need a little time to process the insanely intense sex that blasted our mating bond wide open and everything else that went down between us last night.
I need a little perspective to remember what kind of life I chose years ago and am now supposed to be living.
And I need all that without the steam of sex with this mind-blowing male I never meant to claim clouding all my reason.
Cheese on toast. It’s really going to suck for both of us when I leave.
So I extricate myself from under Neo’s heavy body, one careful limb at a time, and pray I won’t wake him. Fortunately, he doesn’t exactly seem to be a morning guy. When he stirs and mumbles, I slide my pillow—warm and reeking with my mating scent—into the cradle of his arms. Sure enough, his powerful body wraps around it. He snuggles into my pillow with a happy murmur and sinks back down to dreamland.
Which, admittedly, is super adorable.
Gently I stroke his tumbled curls away from his sleeping face. He’s really a good-looking guy with that rugged jaw and those strong cheekbones and those full lips I could lose myself kissing.
Not to mention he’s absolutely devoted to pleasing me. He’s such a dreamboat of a man. I pretty much have to force myself out of bed into the frigid cold.
Honestly, I don’t think much of the crappy furnace in this joint. These rooms seem to rely mostly on the fireplaces for warmth.
Teeth chattering, I bundle into my fur-lined Academy robe and slippers and tiptoe around piling my toiletries and the uniform I’ll need for the day into my new canvas tote with its Academy logo. According to my orientation packet, the uniform for Thursday is blue, so my sapphire blazer and blue-and-white plaid skirt go in the bag, along with some cream-knit thigh-highs and the ubiquitous mary janes.
At least they’re better than the damn saddle shoes.
I steal twenty-three seconds, according to my dive watch, to stir the embers with my poker and add a log to the hearth for Neo’s benefit before I sneak out.
