Page 20 of Gemini Kings
Because I appreciate being saved, but I don’t much like being carried.
Whoever he is, wherever he came from—since given the high-handed way he acts, I don’t doubt for a sec that he’s got a dick rather than a vag back there, something about this dragon justscreamstestosterone—anyway, he’s set us down next to the shuttered shell of a decrepit gas station near an old asphalt road that’s definitely seen better days.
And he pretty much validates that whole conclusion about being an entitled male when he leans in to nose my bare back with his hot silky muzzle.
Without asking.
Then he drags that forked tongue of his down my spine and snakes it right between my fucking legs.
At the first intimate flicker, a pulse of heat goes off like a bomb in my clit. He just about sets my skin on fire.
“Cheese on toast!” I yelp, scrambling to my feet and putting plenty of distance between me, that marauding muzzle, and that oddly tantalizing tongue, before I spin around to face him.
And he’s… a lot to take in.
Mother.
Fucker.
He’s a monster, literally, an actual dragon, all sleek and coiled and powerful, towering higher than the gas station roof. Even when he’s resting on his hind legs with that thick forked tail curled around his feet. He’s glistening black, with glints of indigo and venom glittering in the joints of those plate-sized scales in the streetlight. Under curving black horns, his eyes are gold, they’re narrow slits right now while he takes my measure, with oblong pupils like a goat or a demon. (Not that demons are a thing, as far as I know, but I read paranormal romance, the smuttier the better. So I’m telling you, this guy has eyes like a demon.)
As I was saying.
His jaws are filled with dagger-sharp teeth. His sinister head, hovering over my naked self like a serpent poised to strike, is pretty much the size of my whole body.
And then some.
With the smell of me thick in his muzzle and the taste of me lurking on his tongue, I’m pretty sure that lidded gaze and toothy grin are what a dragon looks like when he’s smiling.
Especially when he lowers his head to pull in another long whiff. Yeah, that fat wedge of moon is swelling toward full. I’m betting this guy can smell it on me.
My impending heat.
Just the thought of my heat makes me slick and wet between my legs. Because my last heat was a real doozy.
It took all four of my warlocks to fuck me through it.
I try not to think about the fact that I’m naked (andwet) as I plant my hands on my hips to square off with Puff the Magic Dragon. Because it’s time to establish some boundaries.
For real.
Sweet Jesus, I can still feel the slick of that wicked tongue between my legs.
“Okay, here’s Thing One. Hands off the merchandise, big guy.” My gaze shifts to his big scary-looking tyrannosaur forepaws. “I mean, paws off. And, like, tongue off. No licking.” (Especially not there!) “That’s Thing Two. And assuming you can actually shift to human form? Now would be the time.”
He settles his bulk on the asphalt and huffs out a rumbling snort that sounds like a chuckle. Tendrils of steam leak through his nostrils. That’s when I notice he’s got something snagged on one of those curving front claws.
Something gold and shiny.
My nerves tighten and my skin sings. Suddenly I’m tingling with a rush of exhilaration. That’s because I’ve got a pretty good inkling of what that thing is. It’s not lost after all. And I want it.
It’s mine.
But first things first.
“You heard me.” I cock my naked hip and tap my bare foot. “Shift. I wanna talk to you.”
And the whole time I’m checking him out, I’m definitelynotchecking out his junk. Even though that tool nestled between his back legs is, like, massive.Andbarbed.
