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If anything, Ronin looks more annoyed than he did before. He’s wrapped in the leather pants he wore in Wang’s penthouse and a vintage military wool coat with snowflakes melting in his sleek black hair, with a murderous gleam in his golden eyes.
He pivots to confront me with a scowl. “Oh, that’s bloody brilliant, that is. You’re going to kill yourself, and he’s going to help you.”
If he isn’t careful, I’ll be starting to think the thought of me killing myself actually bothers him. Notwithstanding his hatred of all things Gemini.
It’s a concept that’s foreign to me—someone, anyone, actually giving a single shit what happens to me—but I don’t totally mind the soft gooey warmth that spreads through my chest.
It’s the same way I felt when Vasili gave me his knife.
“Never mind his abominable temper,” Vasili says silkily to me. “He’s sexed up and it makes him pissy. Which is precisely why he’s followed us all the way here in the first place, by his own admission. Aren’t you, darling?” Ronin snarls at him, and Vasili’s face softens. “Did we really leave you all alone at thedomus?”
“Lucius is out running with his wolf,” Ronin mutters. “Neo’s at the tower minding his science experiment. That leaves Racetrack and Dez, who are hardly a fucking option, are they, mate?”
“Hmmm, you reallyareworked up. Well, now that you’re here…” Vasili purrs, stretching his sexy body across the futon and opening his long coat.
Everyone in the room pretty much stops breathing.
Because that’s definitely a sexual invite.
Vasili just put it right out there.
And the thought of those two doing it right here on this futon makes me wonder if maybe, this time, the Goblin King will let me watch.
I don’t guard the thought—like,at all—and Ronin’s gaze veers from Vasili to me. That predatory look in his hungry face just about lights my panties on fire.
“You’d best believe I didn’t tramp all the way down here at midnight through the worst snowstorm of the season just to perform for you, love,” Ronin growls. “I intend you to do far more than watch. Both of you.”
Okay, now it’s official. I definitely can’t breathe.
Because Ronin’s just said right out loud the fantasy I’ve been getting off on since I spied on the two of them going at it.
The fantasy that’s been relegated firmly to the make-believe room in my head because Vasili hates me and I hate him and, you know, he’s gay.
“Go ahead and hate him all you like,” Ronin murmurs, unbuttoning his own coat and prowling toward me and completely avoiding the issue of Vasili’s sexuality.
He drops the garment to the ground, which lets me fully appreciate the visual of Ronin Pendragon wrapped in a silky charcoal button-down shirt open halfway down his chest so his dragon tattoo is showing, and the sway of his hips in those sinful leather pants.
Maybe Vasili’s sexuality can be dealt with later.
“I’m not saying you have to fuck him,” Ronin drawls. “But I’d fancy quite a bit fuckingyou. And, while I’m at it, being fucked byhim.”
Sweet Jesus, Ronin. Talk about an offer I can’t refuse.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Vasili
Ronin Pendragon knows better than anyone on this planet how to get me off like a ballistic missile, and he knows precisely how to deliver the payload. Which is why he’s always known that what gets me off has never been a woman in my bed.
But my boyfriend may have just outlined one proposition involving a woman that I’m rather tempted to entertain.
With Ronin burning up with mating heat and my own body throbbing with the telepathic impact of all that raw need, I find I’m not nearly as violently opposed to the notion of this particular woman in my bed as I always fancied I would be.
It’s been abundantly clear to me from the outset that Ronin’s obsessed with the little Gemini. He started out hating her and blaming her for happened to Gwen. Determined to make her pay for her odious brother’s unforgivable sins. Now it seems Ronin’s finally beginning to appreciate the fact that it’s the odious brother and not the little queen herself who’s actually to blame for the tragedy of Gwen’s suicide.
By now, it’s also perfectly obvious that my boyfriend—the elusive fuck all his heartbroken leftovers at this Academy have dubbed Sir One and Done—is perilously close to falling for the Gemini queen.
I’m the one he returns to, so I’ve never felt threatened by his casual conquests.
