Page 120 of Gemini Kings
But the sheer prevalence of all that in-your-face Aquarius bullshit is a blatant insult to Zara.
It tells me she’s right as fuck about showing our faces tonight. Clearly they’ve all read that shit inThe Witching Inquisitor.
Which means they all need a proper reminder that Zara’s the queen-in-waiting. Except she’s not fucking waiting. She’s embraced her fate, she’s the next fucking queen, and she’s not backing down an inch.
She’s forcing that whole succession issue.
She’s upping the stakes.
That’s something the whole witching world will see in spades on Wednesday.
Now that Zara’s set up shop, more of the Hadrian lot start drifting past, all finding some way to chat up my girl and generally signaling they’re not openly in league with the Tiberius gang.
At least not yet.
The thing about the Hadrians is, they’re survivors. They’ll wait and see how this whole queen vs. queen throwdown goes down.
Then they’ll back the winning side.
While Zara makes nice with Mallory and the Hufflepuffs (because it’s good to have allies, especially when you’re on their turf), I keep a proper grip on Maxim, who looks like he’s ready to slink off and hide in a corner. Clearly this dragon isn’t used to school parties (since he doesn’t seem used to school). Just as clearly, he’s not too chipper about having me hold his hand in public, which maybe feels a bit tooLittle House on the Prairiefor the bloke.
So I free the dragon, but I tuck him up next to me and loop a casual hand through the back pocket of his battered jeans in a way that isn’t remotelyLittle Housebut still saysPrivate Property: Hands Offto stake my claim.
He shifts about a bit under my touch, but at least he holds his shit together and doesn’t freak out openly over me touching him, which is important if he’s auditioning to join the harem.
Maybe he’s not comfy admitting it or putting a label on it, but he likes my hands on his body. He definitely doesn’t seem as skittish about his arse as he is about his back.
And I don’t exactly mind the tight flex of his glute under my straying palm.
I get lots of attention myself at these social things, like a proper Leo. Given my history, I’m an urban legend at this Academy. Not to mention my snug leather pants and half-open shirt and roaring dragon tattoo and all this hair spilling halfway to my butt are pretty much guaranteed to catch the eye.
Which means my proprietary grip on Max’s arse is generating plenty of interest.
After tonight, half this school’s going to fancy he’s another of my one-and-dones (even though I don’t have one-and-dones anymore, not since joining the harem).
But I don’t give a single flaming fuck.
If I can just coax this surly dragon and my temperamental boyfriend to kiss and make up, then persuade Zara to okay the whole setup, pretty sure Maxim Rasputin’s going to be the next addition to the Gemini queen’s harem.
Because we need him.
We need his strength.
We need the last male dragon shifter as one of the Gemini kings.
The fact that Zara craves dragon cock to fill her needy pussy and I’m more than a bit interested in filling an orifice or two myself with that exotic junk he’s rocking?
Let’s not get distracted. Those are just bonus bennies.
The music shifts from that grindy Halloween axe-murder shit to some techno with a decent beat. Now Zara’s swiveling her sexy hips in that little dress while she admires Mallory’s birthday haul. My girl’s hot as fuck tonight, with her heat looming.
I’m starting to feel a few good licks of heat myself, pulsing in my balls, streaking like sunbursts from my dick up my abs and down my thighs.
That’s my own blooming heat kicking in.
Next to me, Maxim’s laser-focused on Zara. Those dragon eyes are all narrowed and his slitted pupils are blown wide.
I lean in close so he can hear me, though his shifter senses seem pretty keen, I get my lips up against his pierced ear (and, yeah, maybe I have an ulterior motive for that). “Wanna help me get her out on the dance floor, love?”
