Page 107 of Gemini Kings
“Oh, I dunno.” Ronin wipes his hands on a dish towel and saunters over to me. He slides between my spread thighs to pin me against the cupboard behind me. “Have I got dick on my mind, love? Or could it be I’m obsessed with your succulent pussy?”
Right on cue, my succulent pussy sits up and says howdy. My simmering heat kicks up and my mating scent wafts out. My legs drift apart to invite him closer.
My warlock pulls in a long breath, rumbles with interest, and leans in for a slow kiss. His tiger eyes are all lidded and lazy, the way he gets after Lucius rails him, and I’m betting Lucius probably fucked him right through his latest peak after class. Which hopefully means he’ll peak again later.
Right when I do.
“Mmmmm.” I rest my hands on his lean hips to prolong the moment. “Dick or pussy? Could be both, because why choose?”
“I quite fancy the way you think.” Ronin’s hot hands skim up my bare thighs, and suddenly it’s feeling like maybe dinner can wait till later.
There’s only a tiny sliver missing from the fat moon floating over the courtyard through the kitchen window. Lucius and Neo double-dicked me right through my first spike last night. I needed a long soak in the bath this morning to baby my well-stretched and -pounded girly parts.
But I’m pretty sure I’m ready for round two.
Vasili keeps brutalizing those poor shellfish like a wrathful kitchen genie, but he’s definitely watching. Over Ronin’s shoulder, our gazes meet. His pretty eyes glitter with spite and temper. He’s still wearing his school uni which looks killer on his slim sexy body, blazer and tie discarded and sleeves all rolled up.
Yum.
These two warlocks are sexy as fuck at all times, but even more so when they cook for me.
I sneak a peek at the old-fashioned wall clock over the double fridge. Lucius is late getting home again, but Dez and Racetrack are right next door in the great room, where Neo too is studying. He’s all worried about our midterms, and he’s basically studying for all of us.
I’m wondering if maybe there’s time for a quickie when I hear the front door slam and the stomp of snowy boots.
Lucius is quiet as a church mouse (or a stalking wolf) padding in and out, so I know who our new arrival must be. Even before my inner dragon uncurls and lifts on her hind legs, bugling in welcome, wings flaring as she tries to rise.
Shit.
That’s some powerful dragon shit right there.
But I’m in control, damn it. Not this dragon heat.
Ronin’s amber eyes lock on mine, because of course he’s picking all this up. At the island, Vasili falls suddenly and dangerously still, because we’re also linked. And they’re both getting a major rush from that heady spurt of pheromones my horny body’s kicking out. My shifter Spidey senses kick in, and now I’m hyperaware of Ronin’s hands on my thighs, inches away from that sudden dampness that makes my panties stick.
“Hiya, Max,” Dez carols from the great room. “Didya have a good… oh, crikey, what happened to you?”
“Purgatory happened to him,” Racetrack mumbles. “Obviously. Didn’t stay outta the guys’ john like I said, did ya?”
Even Neo exclaims, and I can totally feel the spike of concern that blips from my fated mate. My head snaps toward the kitchen door.
Because Maxim definitely knows I’m in here, and I don’t think he’s gonna be able to keep away. We’re both super-focused on each other right now.
Vasil’s eyes narrow to cyanide slits. He abandons his shucking knife and reaches for the real one strapped to his inner arm like he has every intention of hurling it and pinning our dragon to the wall.
Maxim slinks into the kitchen looking totally disreputable.
I haven’t seen him since the pool last night, but I know he’s been in class all day. Somewhere along the way, he’s picked up a big shiner and a fat lip. Ribbons of long pale hair spill from his sleek braid, and the shoulder of his blazer is ripped open.
“Sweet Jesus.” I swing toward Vasili with concern and outrage spiraling through me. “I thought you said you slapped him, not beat the living shit out of him.”
“I did.” Vasili too looks startled. My snake can lie like the Devil and he always gets away with it, but this time his indignation in our bond feels genuine. “I mean, I didn’t. Look, this isobviouslysome transparent ploy for sympathy—”
“Vasili is not responsible,” Maxim says shortly. “There were seven of them. They ambushed me when I was returning from class.”
“Sevenof them? What the actual fuck?” Just hearing those unfair odds pisses me right off. Yeah, he’s a dragon and all, but he wasn’t when they ambushed him. “Christ, I know they haze the newbies, but not like this! I bet it was those little shits from Villa Tiberius. They’re the remnants of Cybelle’s old court, so they’ve kinda got a rivalry with us in Villa Augustus.”
“It was just a few stones they threw at me—”
