Page 128 of Gemini Kings
I lift my head to find his face looming over me. If I didn’t know him as I do, I would find him terrifying. Without doubt, this warlock with his telekinesis and his levitation and his knives and his shifter recessives is the strongest Scorpio scion we’ve had in centuries. He lies like Lucifer. He wreaks more mischief than Loki. He’s cunning and sly and unscrupulous. His ethics are appalling.
But, well, he’s Vasili.
Why not admit it? I’m in love with him. We’re all in love with him. Perhaps, in time, even the dragon will succumb.
“Oh, I wouldn’t hold your breath waiting forthatday.” His eyes turn murderous and his face turns lethal. “Your love, I will kill for. But his, I will never abide.”
Ah well. Perhaps Maxim is a challenge best left for another night.
My hands slip under the decadent folds of his coat and glide over the satiny sleekness of his corset. The ruthless cinch of fabric closes down his spine. I find the tight knot of lacing above his tailbone and tease the laces loose.
He hums with appreciation and his eyes fire with lust.
“Very well,” I breathe. “I’ll give you ten minutes to make me feel like you need me. Regarding the location for our exertions… might I suggest, for a novelty, the bed?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Zara
“You’ve got nine minutes to make me feel like God,” Ronin growls. “Because I’m bloody going to need some proper foreplay if I’m going to take on that dragon cock. I’d suggest the two of you get started.”
Oh hell to the yeah.
I’m locked together with my warlocks in the horror show basement of the Hadrians’ haunted house. And this isn’t a dance floor anymore, not since the three of us started going at it and somehow infected this entire party with the fever of our mating heat.
Now we’re marooned in the middle of a full-on orgy.
Mallory’s getting the birthday of her life.
Two of the Hadrian guys have the birthday girl spread across the gift table, and she looks dazed but definitely happy about what’s probably gonna be her first three-way. There’s a whole tangle of that Tiberius crew—all genders—getting down and dirty right next to us. Skin’s on display and clothes are getting shucked on the speakeasy’s gnarly floor. Over by the bar, I’m seeing a lot more of Dez and Racetrack than I’m used to, they were like the first two to succumb when I started blasting the joint with Mogadon pheromones (not deliberately, but I figure that’s what’s happening).
That’s when all the psychic amperage of Ronin’s arousal and mine started lighting up the island’s emotional grid and turning on anyone in the place with a telepath gene in their witchy DNA.
Dayum.
Didwedo this? As in, the three of us?
Let’s just say… love is in the air.
But I’m not really focused on any of that. Not with Max writhing against Ronin from behind, and Ronin suckling my nipples and not-so-dry-humping me, and my latex dress barely covering my ass, and my warlock’s pierced cock nudging up against my pussy (because, yeah, I didn’t wear panties to the dance).
“Fuck, Zara.” Ronin’s head swings up to rivet me, those intense eyes of his burning with amber fire. He’s cranking out full-forcefuck-mevibes to every telepath on the whole island.
Max looms behind him, dragon eyes glowing like golden orbs, vertical pupils narrowed to slits, because he’s turned on as fuck-all.
And I love that he’s all over Ronin in public.
Maxim is overcoming his fear and putting that homophobe shit right in the rearview mirror where that trash belongs.
And they’re just so hot together, both my guys, Ronin all black-haired and tawny and Maxim so Nordic blond and dragonish and both so fucking broody.
My question’s still crackling in the air between us like an electric charge.
But Ronin doesn’t leave me hanging.
“Yeah, I’ll fuck him for you.” My warlock sweeps a spill of hair out of his blazing face. “Long as I can fuck you too, love. Assuming the other guy wants it.”
“Yes,” Maxim growls through his fully distended fangs. (OMG, he has fangs! I’m dying a little inside, because I have a not-so-secret vampire fetish.) “Here?”
