Page 64 of Gemini Queen
Sly humor flickers in Ronin’s unholy eyes. “You know I hate Vasili Romanov. Besides, he’s not the one who bit me, Lucius.”
Ours!my wolf growls.Our mate.
My entire body tingles and my chest swells with an overwhelming sense of certainty. The bitter fruit of this night will mean the end of my career, the death of my honor, the failure of my duty. But in this singular moment, the price I may well be compelled to pay for violating my student’s trust feels unavoidable, if only I can claim the mate every chromosome in my shifter DNA is howling for me to possess.
I squeeze my eyes closed. “Forgive me—”
His mouth crashes into mine and obliterates every particle of apology.
I welcome his kiss, my mate, the one I’ve yearned for, my fangs retracting, making myself vulnerable, letting him inside. Beneath my kiss he’s burning up, all ravenous mouth and plunging tongue and the peaty tang of scotch. He must have been consuming the damnable liquor to help him cope with the pain.
Frantic with remorse, I clasp him in my arms and drag him in close, my hands fisting in his hair, my shaft aching, my hips pistoning against him with driving need.
He moans into my mouth and grapples with my trousers, dragging them clumsily down my hips. There’s no room now for the languorous foreplay I long to lavish upon him, not in the grip of a mating fever. What he needs now and in the days to come is sexual intercourse, lots of it, as much of it as I can possibly provide given the press of my other duties. Vasili, too, I’ll somehow bring myself to encourage in his amorous attentions, because my mate’s needs supersede my own. Perhaps even Zarina, once she senses the intensity of Ronin’s need, will rise to meet the moment and become the queen we all need her to be—
Ronin’s hand wraps around my naked cock.
The contact wrenches a hoarse cry from my throat. My hips jolt into his grip, his wicked hand knowing exactly how to work me. I claw the sheet down to find the supple flex of gluteal muscle and clench his rump to drag him closer.
My wolf howls to mark him, but I keep my claws and teeth fiercely contained. My desperate grip finds Ronin’s length, rigid and swollen with need, precum already oozing from his slit and slicking the cold heavy ring that pierces his cock.
“Lucius,” he gasps into my mouth, our tongues tangling together.
“Ronin,” I breathe, the name of my mate. “Ronin. Ronin.”
I can’t say his name enough. He’s so hard for me. He’s so wet for me. He’s so absolutely dripping for me. Indeed, he’s already so close to the edge that perhaps just my hand alone will be enough to—
“No.” He drags his mouth free of mine with a growl. “I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me.”
His words wrap around my sac and squeeze. My own anticipation is drenching me, slicking the wet audible friction of his fist around my shaft.
Merciful Mary, I’m so ready for him it’s a marvel I don’t spill in his hand.
I push him hard onto his back and crawl over him, shoving his thighs apart roughly, my mouth claiming his in a blazing kiss. He’s working my length in one hand and gripping my neck with the other and writhing beneath me like he’ll combust if I don’t fuck him.
Admittedly, it’s been quite a long time for me. Being headmaster in residence of thisdomusfor the past four years has hardly lent itself to a lively sex life.
I grasp after my scattered thoughts. “If we’re truly doing this—”
“Not open for debate,” he pants, shoving my open shirt off my shoulders. “We are.”
He’s so eager for me he’d let me fuck him bare, but I can’t bear to hurt him. I can never hurt him. “In that case, my dear one, there are things we require. Lubricant. Protection.”
“Nightstand,” he mutters, between nips at my lower lip with his sharp teeth. “But, Lucius, I’m clean. And you’ve been celibate.”
Of course, he’s Valyrian. He’s reading my mind. I know how to shield my thoughts, but I’m scarcely able to manage the feat with both of us gripped in a mating frenzy.
You’ll never keep me out again,he whispers in my head.And you won’t need to. We’re together now.
Hearing his faith, feeling his trust, my heart clenches in a knot.
In actual truth, I am what his body needs most.
A shifter’s semen is infused with bioregulators that are engineered by nature to break a mating fever and bring one’s mate relief. The lover he truly needs to be taking into his body tonight is me.
I shove to my feet at the foot of the bed, then grip his legs and drag him toward me with a snarl.
He grins and reaches for the nightstand to fumble the drawer open and toss the lube in my vicinity.
