Page 30 of Gemini Kings
Yes, he’s my boyfriend. But he’s an insatiable manwhore, I like to indulge his appetites, and we all quite happily fuck him.
Hurry up and finish with that dragon,I send to my queen through our mating bond.I intend to see Ronin ride your naughty mouth tonight until you choke.
Ronin growls and bites my earlobe with those sharp teeth of his, breath rough and eager in my ear. Of course he’s sharing this pornographic fantasy, and he’s already fully on board.
Alas, the effect is totally wasted on Zara, who’s out of the link again.
And suddenly I grasp the significance of that trinket around the dragon’s neck. It’s a nullifying object—a null, according to the Magical Objects textbook in our senior seminar. And the strain of witchcraft this particular object nullifies is obviously telepathy.
It’s the only plausible explanation for why Zara drops out of the link every time she’s near it.
Don’t ask me how Zara’s unmagical mortal got his grabby little hands on such a thing, or why he’s been wearing it so compulsively around his mortal neck.
Zara stops before the dragon’s taut and trembling frame. Clearly he’s burning to touch her, or for her to touch him. Good God, after the show we just gave him, if she laid a finger on him, she’d get him off in approximately two pumps.
If it even took that long.
Deftly she rises on tiptoe to lift the medallion from the dragon’s neck. Being Zara, she looks straight into his face while she does it. Since I’m standing behind her, I can’t see much, but I can clearly visualize her expression.
She’s giving that dragon herdon’t fuck with melook.
He smolders back at her like he’s going to light her on fire with his eyes. If ever a man looked like he wanted to fuck a girl blind, that’s the look Maxim Rasputin is wearing right now. He’s positively straining to reach her.
Straining hard enough that my casting hand is burning with the effort to hold him.
And it’s hard to imagine my queen is unaffected. Christ, when he looks like that, I’m half tempted to fuck him myself.
She drops his bauble over her own wild mermaid head. The accursed thing settles between her breasts like those Spanish conquistadors made it just for her. She clasps her hands behind her back (possibly so she won’t be tempted to touch anything else that belongs to the dragon) and studies him with her teal head tilted. “How you doing, big guy?”
Well. The spigot opens and the words simply pour out.
“This night is not the end between us, my Zara. This night is our beginning. And I swear, when we meet again, I will slaughter him,” he growls like an absolute philistine. “I will slaughter Vasili Romanov for daring to touch what ismine.”
“Tut, tut,” I sigh. “How tedious.”
“And what about Ronin?” My queen’s voice is deceptively sweet, but I know her, and she’s ruthless. “Are you going to slaughter him too?”
The dragon’s gaze knifes to Ronin, and the flash of raw hunger in his cruel face betrays him.
Damn if that smoking look isn’t so potent it gives me an instant boner.
“It is your right as sovereign to have many mates.” Maxim’s tongue swipes over his lower lip. Which, admittedly, gives me a bit of a frisson. Despite all the history between us, there’s simply no denying it.
The man’s grown up sexy as fuck.
“I will… I will take that one also,” he mutters at last, his slitted eyes on fire formyfucking boyfriend. “To share our bed.”
And there it fucking is. Certain proof, not merely suspicion, that this spoiled prick who did his level best to replace me in my father’s nonexistent affections and then destroy me is more than a bastard.
He’s also a coward and a hypocrite.
His sneaking slyness and his tattling tongue got me shunned and all but excommunicated by my wretched parents for the very same thing he wants himself.
Fuck.
Even if he isn’t entirely aware of his own desires (which seems all too likely), and even if he would be mortally offended if I ever let him in on the secret, it appears our little Maximka likes the D.
My blood sizzles with an unexpected spurt of wrath. I bare my teeth to expose the unpleasant shifter fangs I never asked for and can’t retract in an intimidation display I can’t suppress. Then I clench the fist of my casting hand until the scaly bastard grunts and glares.
