Page 124 of Gemini Queen
His eyes burn hotter and his fangs punch lower. He drops from the wall to the flagstones with an animal’s fluid grace and growls in that sandpaper voice.
“I’m yours to command, my queen.”
My mating scent’s pouring off me in waves, and we’re both getting high on the pheromones. I unbutton my blazer and start working on the buttons of my blouse.
“Get over here,” I say, low and husky. “And keep those fangs out. I want them.”
I don’t have time to glance at my dive watch, but he’s under the roof with me in a hot two seconds. Looming over me, crowding me back against the thick stone pillar that braces the structure. I plant my back against the wall and stare up at him, heart hammering under my half-open shirt. His hot eyes follow the vee of exposed skin to the little pink bow that closes my virginal schoolgirl bra.
“Who bit you?” I whisper.
Because I don’t know whether to thank that person or kick their ass.
Lucius is mine. They all are. Whether I leave or stay. With every day that passes on this island, I absorb that one essential truth deeper into every pore.
He braces a hand on the wall on either side to fence me in and leans close. “Who do you think?”
A powerful whiff of wolf rolls over me, spiced with a potent kick of Mogadon mating scent. It’s a scent I know intimately, because it’s all over Ronin.
Oh my freaking God.
“Vasili.”Under my skirt, a surge of arousal makes me slick. Any minute, I’ll have girl cream rolling down my thighs. If he doesn’t start doing me, I might literally melt. “Did he fuck you?”
If he did and I missed it, I’m going to howl.
“No, thankfully, but he did get me off. Rather… explosively, I might add. Then he kissed me goodnight and sent me firmly off to bed. Would you believe I actually went?” In my teacher’s voice, humor mingles with chagrin.
OMG. That’s hot as fuck.
And some tiny stupid part of me can’t help wondering if Vasili held back with Lucius so we could consummate this thing growing between us together.
All freaking five of us.
Triggered just by the thought of it, my skin is tingling and my power is rising. Lucius is trying to master his wolf, so he can reassert his usual control.
But I’m having none of that. Not now.
And you better believe I’ve never been happier in my life that today’s floral lingerie comes with a front-closing bra. I hold his red stare and reach up to pop the clasp.
Liberated from captivity, my tits spring free, nipples already tight and tingling with anticipation. A growl rips from his throat and his fangs, if humanly possible, extend even more. He could yawn and rip my throat out, but that’s not the need that’s driving him.
So fast he makes me gasp, he pounces.
He swoops in to swipe his tongue down my neck. His fangs score my skin in a graze he probably doesn’t intend. One sharp tip nicks my collarbone with a sting. A hot trickle of blood spills down my tit.
And that’s all he needs to unchain the beast.
He drops to his knees before me in literal fucking worship. And I know that’s what it is—worship—because he rasps, “My queen. Let me worship you.”
Hell to the yeah. I’m definitely on board with being worshipped.
Then his powerful hands clench in my blouse, and there go those last three buttons I never managed to get to. With blazer and blouse both slipping off my shoulders, he grips my hips and drags me close and buries his face in my breasts.
I gasp and clutch his shoulders and brace for his bite.
But it’s all lips and tongue he gives me now, ravaging my tits and suckling my nipples while short desperate cries rise out of me. My rings make me super sensitive—I’ve never been more sensitive—and I can feel every flick of his tongue on my rings and every hard pull of his hot mouth in my cunt like those spots are connected by a tripwire.
I clench my fists in his thick soft curls and tilt my head back and writhe under his touch. The gusset of my panties is soaked and my clit is swollen and aching for his touch.
