Page 28 of Gemini Kings
While the dragon’s so nicely distracted by our succulent morsel of a queen, I also seize the opportunity to appreciatehisnudity.
Admittedly, that dragon’s put on plenty of muscle since the last time I saw him when he was a scrawny, scowling, skinny scrap of a brat three years my junior, absolutelygreenwith envy because I have a father and he doesn’t. The dragon carries most of that new muscle in his shoulders and biceps, with a bit left over for those sinewy thighs. I’ll confess (secretly) that the lean column of abdominal muscle and that deep pelvic V he’s exposing look positively lickable.
And, oh, have I mentioned? I’m more than a bit intrigued by that barbed dragon cock.
Still, I find myself frowning.
He’s half-starved (don’t they feed him?), and it looks as though his brothers have been at him with those razor claws and teeth of theirs, judging by the scoring of old scars that lick across his hide. They’re only wyverns, his brothers, not proper dragons at all. Rather like venomous worms with stunted wings that can barely lift the wretched creatures aloft. Oh, they flutter about and spray lethal poison like an absolute menace, but proper flight is beyond them.
My own levitation skills are far superior.
Amid the general decline of the arcane races, the dragon shifters are among the most endangered. They’re poised on the very edge of extinction. Their bloodline is so diluted with earthbound mortal DNA that most so-called dragons can only shift to wyverns. It’s rather sad, really, that this once-mighty line has been reduced tothat.
Still, the Rasputin brood were always vicious little pricks, and they always hunted in a swarm. Maxim was the runt of the litter, they bullied him relentlessly, and I might actually have felt sorry for him that summer if he weren’t such an insufferable shit.
I suppose the first time he shifted and revealed his dragon, the worm turned with a vengeance.
Because it’s he and not his big brothers who was ultimately named the prince.
That makes him the ruling heir of the Sagittarius clan.
Of course, I saw him filling the skies tonight above the Double Gemini. You could hardly have missed him (which, given all these mortals lurking about with their digital devices, is going to be a real PR problem for those spin doctors in the Arcane Senate).
No matter how you spin it, in dragon form, he’s a monster.
I find I’m still watching him, in fact I can scarcely seem to look away… for some reason. As for him,hecan scarcely seem to look away from the saucy sway of Zara’s spankable ass as she saunters over to greet me properly.
He’s still staring when the deep-throated roar of a Harley shatters the desert night.
My gaze veers from the dragon to the motorcycle peeling into the parking lot in a spray of gravel. My glower gives way to a predatory grin. When the rider pulls up, cuts the engine, and wrenches off his helmet to glare at me, I can’t help purring with appreciation.
My, my, look who’s in a temper.
My boyfriend is absolutely smoldering. Ronin’s silky long hair is disheveled, color darkens his cheekbones, his talented but mutinous mouth is scowling, and his amber eyes are burning like flambeaux.
If he’s still in this incendiary mood when I rail him later, he’s going to set our sheets on fire.
“You couldn’t bloody wait two ticks while I got the blooming bike?” he snarls at me, toeing down the kickstand and slinging a leg over the seat so he’s standing to confront me. He’s still wearing his Kylo Ren tunic and breeches, and suddenly all I can think about is how hot he’s going to make our little queen playing Kylo when he fucks her.
“Sorry, darling,” I murmur, unrepentant. “There’s not much point having levitation skills if one can’t keep up properly with the flying worm who’s gone winging off into the night with one’s queen, is there? Besides, I knew you’d track me with your clairsentience, clever boy.”
For the moment, he utterly ignores my sweet compliment and my faux apology (an impertinence I’d rarely tolerate, but I’ll overlook it this once because he’s striding straight to Zara). Neither one of us much liked it when we lost her in our link.
His long legs devour the distance between them while he peels the tunic over his head. He drops the garment over her lightning-blue hair.
She flashes him an appreciative grin and tugs the tunic over her curves, the hem kissing her thighs. Then she rises on tiptoe to wind her arms around his neck. His hands lock around her hips to drag her close.
He bends to claim her mouth in a brutal kiss.
Beneath my breeches, my naughty cock sits straight up and pants like a dog in heat.
My queen’s sexy as fuck, her heat’s looming,andshe’s hot for my boyfriend. I can actually smell her slick under the creamy roses and vanilla of her Mogadon mating scent. And now Ronin’s naked too from the waist up, all tawny skin and flexing muscle and that mane spilling down his corded back.
I float gently to the ground so I can appreciate the two of them properly.
And I’m not the only one who’s looking.
Well, well.
