Page 95 of Gemini Queen
But this girl is far more than casual.
And she’s far from being a conquest.
Consequently, I’m not at all certain how I should feel about this mettlesome female.
God knows, I started out hating her for my own reasons. Reasons that are quite dear to my rotten little anti-monarchist heart. But even I’m compelled to admit this queen is nothing like Cybelle or any other prissy bitch of a royal whose existence I’ve terrorized.
This particular queen is actually… rather… intriguing.
She’s sassy. Stubborn. Strong. Formidable. Fearless. And the way she stands up to me and provokes me at every turn ignites me to meet her challenge.
In consequence, I find that I’m actually rather… curious… to experience the electric connection that sparks between Ronin and Zara.
To experience that connectionintimately.
My gaze shifts to her—this iconoclast of a queen who’s turned the entire Academy on its ear. She’s staring at me from across the room with her wild tangle of blue-green curls tumbling down her back and her big eyes glowing with ultraviolet fire. With a jolt, I sense she might actually be entertaining the notion of letting me watch while she fucks him.
And I already know exactly how much sheenjoys watchingmefuck my boyfriend’s sulky mouth.
This time, I might not mind quite so much.
Unexpectedly, under the gaze of this troublesome queen, my cock tightens and swells.
“Well, love,” Ronin says huskily, lids dropping over his burning stare. “You can see he isn’t exactly opposed. And you’re not typically the shy one when it comes to saying what you’d fancy. Would that turn you on? Watching him fuck me? While I’m fucking you?”
Her lush mouth opens and she licks her lips. “I’m, uh, supposed to test the dry suit.”
“You do realize,” I say, voice rasping in my throat, “he’s in the water right fucking now? I’m talking about Malcolm, the great white shifter. He always swims when the moon waxes, just like Lucius runs and Bjorn—the polar bear—hunts. You’d best put that dry suit aside until tomorrow if you intend to survive your immersion, little queen.”
Of course, if she does become shark bait, that’s one way to solve our monarchy problem. The difficulty is, though I’m not at all certain how it’s happened, somehow I seem to have decided to help our rebel queen survive.
At least to survive the night.
Perhaps it’s because she’s checking out my body sprawled across the futon in a way that makes my skin ignite.
“I’d be fucking him and not you,” she warns, her voice low and husky.
“Ob-vi-ous-ly.” I bite off the syllables with a snap. I’m annoyed that she seems to feel the need to clarify. Thisobviouslyisn’t a conversation about the two of us fucking.
Between the three of us, the silence stretches taut.
Ronin’s on fire and pulsing with a sexual heat so intense all three of us are sweating.
Slowly, without breaking my gaze, Zara reaches for the halogen lamp and twists the knob. The light in the cluttered storeroom plunges from bright gold to a deep amber.
“Okay, Adam,” she breathes. “Go over there and sit on the Goblin King’s lap.”
Possibly, she truly is meant to rule. Because one command delivered in Zara Gemini’s sex voice is more than sufficient to give me the full-blown boner I’ve been fighting since the moment Ronin burst in here with his incendiary proposition.
Of course it’s Ronin I’m hard for.
Not her.
He shifts into motion and saunters toward me, a sultry grin curling his fuckable mouth. “You’d best believe you won’t be calling some other bloke’s name when I’m fucking you, love.”
She doesn’t even miss a beat. “I’ll call you whatever I fucking please, Adam.”
“Hmmm,” I chuckle, appreciating the byplay between them. “It appears our queen’s a film fan. She seems to prefer the villains. You’re Kylo Ren and I’m the Goblin King.”
