Page 151 of Gemini Kings
That’s Zara in her dragon form, rising into the sky.
Max comes pounding into the room like an Olympic sprinter, not wearing a stitch of clothing, his hair streaming behind him like a battle flag. His reptilian eyes are on fire and, holy shit, he has fangs like Lucius. (Who knew?!)
That dragon slices one blazing look at Ronin, who’s naked too at this point, and Lucius—the other alpha in the room—who’s slipping his shirt off his shoulders and stalking toward Ronin and me like, you know, a hunting wolf.
Max snarls through his fangs at Lucius, whose own fangs punch down in response to the threat. Lucius’ eyes flame red and he snarls back.
But Zara’s rising in her mating flight (clearly) and there’s no force on this planet that’s strong enough to keep Max from chasing her.
He pelts right past all of us through the doors and leaps into the air. This time I manage to squeeze my eyes shut before a blast of light and heat sears my face.
When I take a peek, the courtyard is dark and empty.
Lucius grips Ronin with the savage violence I only ever see when his wolf is surfacing, jerks him roughly around, and shoves him brutally face down over the couch. I’m simultaneously tearing open my chinos (because I might as well take advantage of Lucius being in this mood, and Ronin’s definitely going to be all over me) and rushing for the door (because I’m desperate for a glimpse of Zara up there) when athirdfreaking blast of heat lights up the courtyard.
“What is evenhappeningright now?” I really don’t like yelling and hardly ever do it, but I have to admit it relieves the tension.
Even when, you know, no one answers.
Lucius is about two breaths away from shoving his thick cock balls-deep inside Ronin with zero foreplay and fucking him dry. Because, uh, we don’t keep lube in the great room. Normally I’d run and get some to help everyone out.
But this is not a normal time.
I burst into the cold dark courtyard, snow crunching under my loafers, and peer up at the starry skies. But Zara took off like a bolt of lightning, Max too, and they’re already out of sight.
“Hey, V?” Shivering, I hug my naked torso and peer into the shadows, really wishing I had infrared vision the way Zara says she does in dragon form. “Vasili?”
Chapter Thirty
Zara
I feel like I’ve been dipped in fire.
I’m being burned alive.
Frigid wind howls past me, crystallizes the moisture in my eyes, and freezes the air in my lungs to ice. But underneath that superficial crust of cold, my blood burns and churns in my veins like molten lava. And whatever kind of dragon pussy I’ve got lurking down there under my dragon tail is like an erupting volcano of need.
I beat my wings harder, gaining height and speed, desperate to put as much distance between me and my dragon king as possible.
Because if he gets anywhere close, like within sniffing distance? There’s no force in this universe that’s gonna keep him off me.
And I’m literally burning for a fuck with that barbed dragon cock.
Faster, fly faster!my dragon queen hisses.To win us and mate us, first he must catch us.
Yep, this is my mating flight all right.
And for maybe the first time ever, I’m in total sync with my inner monster. She wants us flying like hell to make Max prove himself before he fucks us. And I want us flying like hell so we can just fucking outfly him.
I’m already fully extended, but my new dragon body isn’t exactly used to this kind of exertion. This island gets buffeted by some pretty intense wind (because, you know, island) and the wards make it way worse. Every gust that hits my wings makes me pitch and yaw like crazy, and every crosswind makes me bleed speed and burn energy.
Which I definitely can’t afford.
The dark bulk of the island spreads under me. Between puffs of cumulus skidding across the heavens in a raking wind, a sky full of stars and that fat orange moon opens above me. When I flick out my tongue, the icy air tastes tinny with the threat of snow. My scaly skin tingles with the promise of winter lightning. Strength and heat pulse through my powerful body with every wingbeat.
On one level, I feel amazing. And I’d kinda like to savor this whole experience.
But my mating frenzy is a raging fire that makes me frantic.
