Page 101 of Gemini Queen
But he just freakingkissedme.
And even though I’m shocked as fuck, it’s pretty obvi that he’s into what’s going down between us.
He kisses like a hurricane, all wind and fury, sucking in my gasp and shoving his tongue in my mouth before I can even think about keeping him out. He kisses like he’s famished and I’m the feast he’ll kill to consume. He kisses like the world will freaking end if I don’t kiss him back.
So I do.
I kiss him back.
I kiss him the way I’m dying to kiss him.
I kiss him to make him mine.
He kisses like an alpha, one hand cupping the back of my neck to hold me in a commanding grip. He tastes like Ronin’s cock, sweetened with a trace of butterscotch from the sundae he had for dessert tonight. And the graze of his sharp little fangs against my lower lip adds a salty hint of blood to the Vasili cocktail I’m imbibing.
As for him, he’s… horrified? Not because we’re kissing (I hope) but mainly because those fangs he’s so self-conscious over just made me bleed. We’re linked now, all three of us, which means I can feel the cringing humiliation that spirals through him. He stiffens and starts to recoil.
But he won’t be the first guy who’s drawn blood in my bed.
And given these four scary warlocks I seem to be craving with all their scary power, he won’t be the last to draw blood in my bed either.
No, don’t pull away, you’re sexy as fuck, I mean it,I whisper in his head.Kiss me.
He shudders in my arms and moans like his heart’s breaking. This is his weakness. He secretly believes no one can ever possibly love him.
Well, he’s wrong about that. Dead wrong. I’m his fucking queen.
He’s mine to love.
I clasp his face between my hands so he can’t pull back and drag my tongue over his sexy fangs. I don’t give a shit if I’m bleeding. Kissing Vasili Romanov is like kissing a vampire, a completely mythical creature I’ve always found mesmerizing. I grew up reading J.R. Ward and Anne Rice and dreaming the vampire Lestat was real.
Beyond his fangs and my vampire fetish, he’s sexy just because he’s Vasili.
Ronin’s fist clenches in my hair, and I know he’s getting off on watching this, that he wants the two of us much closer. And this kiss might be about Vasili and what he needs, but this whole night’s about pleasing Ronin and breaking his heat.
Plus, this night is for me. I want this. I want this for myself. I want this with both of them.
I rise to my knees and pull Vasili close. Until now, he’s been a total gentleman—frustratingly so—about the two of us crouched naked (practically, since I’m still wearing panties) between Ronin’s spread thighs. His restraint could totally be because I don’t turn him on.
But I hope it isn’t.
His hand comes chastely to rest on my waist, but there’s nothing chaste about what I want to happen. I don’t quite have the nerve to feel him up, and I think he might bolt if I do, but I’m searingly aware of his tensile length nudging my belly and the flood of caramel and vetiver that’s thick in the air. He’s hard and he’s scenting. And when I stripped out of my sweater, he was definitely checking out my tits.
Just like I’ve been checking him out. And trying to do it without, you know, making him freak.
I open my eyes to sneak a peek. He has a ballet dancer’s streamlined build and a serpent’s supple grace. He’s all sleek pale skin and hard little nipples I’d love to tongue. His shaggy silver layers are all tousled and his makeup is mostly gone, though he’s still rocking a thick coat of cobalt mascara that makes his ice-colored eyes pop.
I lean in so my breasts brush his naked chest. Twin tingles race through me, from my nipples straight to my clit.
“Fuck, the two of you,” Ronin mutters, fisting his own cock since we’ve both (temporarily) stopped blowing him. “I can’t bloody hold out much longer.”
This pulls Vasili and me apart, because we are one hundred percent united in our desire to get Ronin off. Also, there’s a lot of turmoil and resistance churning through the Goblin King’s head. His sexual identity matters to him—it matters alot, it’s central to how he sees himself—and what’s happening right now is a truckload for him to process.
Heck, maybe he just got carried away by all those Mogadon pheromones he’s pumping out and all the telepathic sex vibes he’s picking up from Ronin and me.
Firmly squashing my own reluctance, because I really don’t want to let Vasili goat all, I stand and shimmy out of my panties.
This gets both of them focused on me in a hurry.
