Page 101 of Gemini Kings
“Well, that was revolting.” With a delicate shudder, he drapes himself over his chair and crosses his elegant legs, but at least he does not return his feet to the table.
The knife has vanished, but it is somewhere. Being Vasili, I also suspect he has more of them.
He studies me.
I wait.
My pencil hovers over my notebook.
The pressure of his stare crawls over me.
I work to keep my breath even, my face impassive, my heartbeat slow. But even in this drafty loft, my shirt beneath my blazer is damp with sweat.
I am in rut, and he is alpha, and part shifter, so it is very likely he recognizes the signs.
Slowly, one eyebrow arches above his wicked eye.
I brace myself to withstand some scathing comment about how thoroughly Zara has rejected me. Because I am certain that is what she has told him. What I do not know is whether she has also told him how hard she climaxed, writhing so beautifully against my cock.
“Very well,malchik,” he says softly. “I have you for two hours, and again after dinner. What do you wish to study?”
I lower my pencil and frown at him. “You are asking me?”
He huffs out an impatient breath. “I’m not Valyrian. I can’t see inside your stubborn dragon head. And since you’re an alpha like me, I imagine you’ll learn best if you’re the captain of your own vessel, academically speaking.”
I do not plan to provoke him, but the words spill out as though the Devil himself has possessed my dragonish tongue. “Do you not mean, the captain of my own yacht?”
A new tension invades the space between us.
The very walls seem to hold their breath.
The last time I saw this man years ago, he was naked. I saw his pretty mouth and his sinful hands make another man writhe in ecstasy.
And I… I watched the entire scandalous encounter in profoundly shocked silence, with unfamiliar and alarming emotions churning through my body, the bitter tang of betrayal flooding my mouth… and my own rigid cock gripped tight and throbbing in my fist.
I barely understood the mechanics of what I was seeing.
I was barely more than a boy myself.
But I did not budge from my hidden vantage until this man who is now before me made that sailor cry out and spill in his mouth.
The entire encounter occurred with Vasili’s back to me, although I could tell even from behind that he was pumping himself, just as I was. I have always wondered (when I allowed myself to wonder) what Vasili Romanov looks like when he—
“Be very careful, darling,do,” he purrs. (Secretly, I am deeply grateful he is Mogadon, and no telepath like Ronin.) “I value my position at this Academy, and I fully intend to keep it. But, with very little effort on my part, I can make your life at this institution so wretched you’ll wish you’d never been born.”
I doubt he could be any more terrible (even at his worst) than my loathsome brothers.
Not to mention my Lady Mother.
But my dragon is restless in the presence of this strange alpha. He has not yet decided whether Vasili should be viewed as an enemy or… something else.
To keep my dragon quiet, I answer calmly. “Will it be worth your own expulsion to make me suffer? If you would risk being forced to abandon our queen for my sake, then you are not the alpha she deserves.”
Vasili coils in his chair like an asp.
“Rest assured, I am going nowhere.” Each of his words falls softly as a drop of venom between us. “It’s Purgatory, which means you’re the new boy and subject to the requisite hazing by the entire student body, and no one would ever be able to prove I’m to blame. I’d positively relish your misery,malchik, so I’d advise you not to test me. And I only warn once.”
Well, let him warn. I am indifferent to the prospect of my own misery.
