Page 107 of Gemini Queen
“When we’re all three properly awake and Zara’s alert enough to enjoy it,” he says deliberately, “we’re going to bloody deal with this apparently awkward subject of your virginity once and for all. And the way we’re going to deal with it is that I’m going to thoroughly and pleasurably fuck you.”
A thunderous gasp spills out, but he presses a finger to my lips to quiet me.
“I’m going to start with my fingers,” he says deliberately, in a low sexy growl, “and get your tight little hole all opened up. Then I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you’re soaked and desperate.” He cups my chin and his thumb strokes my lower lip. “Then and only then, when you’re thoroughly prepped and begging for me, I’m going to bend you over this bed, with that pretty mouth of yours buried in Zara’s sweet cunt, and you’re going to take my cock balls-deep in that absolutely succulent arse.”
His heated whisper wrings out of me a helpless whimper.
And he just keeps going. “I’m going to wrap my fist around your cock and fuck you long and slow, until you come absolute buckets all over my hand. Zara’s going to come too under your clever tongue, just hearing those desperate little sounds you’re making. And you’re going to feel so bloody good clamped around my cock that I’m going to come inside you, because being your first male fuck is going to drive me so wild I won’t be able to stop.”
He leans in close, his warm breath mingling with mine. “When I’m quite finished, you’ll no longer be a virgin, and I guarantee we’ll all three of us enjoy the experience. Now how does that sound to you?”
By now he’s gone so far beyond any place I’ve ever been before, even in my imagination, that his words make me totally dizzy. Not to mention sexed up enough to give the whole thing a green light right now.
A slow giddy grin spreads over my lips. “I think I can live with it?”
“Right. Sounds like that’s all settled then.” He kisses me again, just a brief press of his lips to mine, but I can feel him smiling against my mouth. “Now, love, let’s all get a bit of sleep, shall we?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lucius
By the time my wolf and I return from our midnight run, a thick carpet of fresh snow blankets the narrow streets. The snowfall has slowed to reveal glimpses of the massive moon hovering low over the mountainous slopes. The supermoon is tomorrow, and I can already feel its powerful pull.
But my wolf senses this winter weather isn’t finished with us. Moon or no moon, this storm is going to worsen. The supply plane won’t be able to fly out at all today.
We’re marooned on this island.
Until the fist of winter loosens its grip on this Academy, Icarus Island is truly cut off from the outside world.
I scramble through my open window and rise to my hind legs, fur dwindling and bones lengthening as I assume my human shape. I’m aching with exertion and pleasantly weary as I close the window, stoke the fire, and pull on my shirt and trousers.
But I’ve been hiding from Ronin and what I’ve done to him all night. I’ve hidden from my own actions. I’ve relied upon Zara and Vasili to give Ronin what he needs.
Before I crawl into bed, duty as well as devotion compel me to check on my mate.
Perhaps I’d better check on my queen as well. She was so distressed in the belfry today, finally spilling out the brimful goblet of all her long-held secrets.
Yet she still fears the lightning that is both her gift and her curse.
Yes, I’ll look in on Zara as well.
I’m too close to my wolf form at present to tolerate shoes or even socks. Thus, I prowl barefoot up the stairs to my students’ bedrooms and steal down the hall to Ronin’s.
His door is gaping wide and it’s dark inside, which is unusual enough that I linger in the doorway, pulling in a deep breath of my mate’s familiar bergamot-and-ambergris scent.
But another scent entirely hits my nostrils like ammonia.
That scent rips an animal growl from my throat.
It’s the predatory whiff of smoke and vetiver from the other alpha who shares my roof. The sexual rival for my mate’s affection.
Vasili is huddled in the dark in the window seat, his fair head sagging against the wall as he stares out at the drifting snow, an open bottle cradled between his feet.
I slice a suspicious glance toward Ronin’s empty bed, which clearly hasn’t been slept in tonight. Then my gaze slews back to my most troublesome student.
“Mr. Romanov?” I make my tone brisk and businesslike. “What are you doing in here alone?”
“Drinking,” he says succinctly, without even doing me the courtesy of looking at me. “And brooding. And I don’t recall asking for company.”
