Page 33 of Gemini Kings
And I’m not referring to her revenge against Xiao.
I’m referring to mine against my boyhood nemesis. It’s a comeuppance that dragon richly deserves.
“And then some,” Ronin mutters, with a glance at the sleeping Maxim. “A bloody dragon shifter. Fuck.”
With any luck, we’ll be wheels up and well on our way back to Icarus by the time that dragon wakes in a foaming rage.
Because when he does, he’ll be hunting for my blood.
Chapter Seven
Ronin
This Kylo costume’s a right proper pain. The long black coat belted round my waist flares dramatically with every step. And the gold-and-black pharaoh mask that looked so intimidating in the bathroom glass wreaks bloody havoc on my peripheral vision when I’m actually moving.
I feel ridiculous stalking the corridors of the Academy’s private jet like this. I can barely imagine fucking with this blasted thing on.
But fuck if I won’t do it to get my girl off.
She’s been calling me Adam (for the blooming actor, I finally realized) since the literal night she and I met and hate-fucked in that penthouse loo in Singapore.
Well, she can call me Kylo tonight. Fact is, she can call me anyfuckingthing. With the way my heat’s looming, I’m going to rail her so hard she won’t be able to walk afterward.
I’m going to ruin her.
Anticipation licks through me and quickens my breath. I’m sporting a boner shoved up against my trousers well before I pitch up outside the in-flight library where my girl’s been holed up since we took off for Icarus.
I ease my head round the lintel to scope out the scene, because I fully intend to make a proper entrance.
In the warm glow of a single lamp, Zara’s curled up barefoot on the oxblood leather couch in yoga pants and a vintage rock tee shirt, with her mermaid hair in pigtails. She’s got one of the antique witching tomes from the bookcase spread open across her lap and a dozen others scattered round her on the sofa.
Well, no worries. I’ll respect her studies. At least, I’ll not disturb those books she’s mucking about with.
Instead, I’ll bend her over and fuck her to a noisy climax across the expansive surface of Lucius’ leatherbound desk.
She can hardly avoid hearing the thought either, since I just bloody lob it at her like a sex grenade.
Zara lifts her head from her book and gives my getup a good long look. Her gaze slides slowly down my body and lingers on my eager cock. A sultry grin curls her lips and her eyes heat to a turquoise simmer.
“Hold that thought, Adam,” she says, all low and husky. “I just wanna finish this chapter first.”
“You don’t know the power of the Dark Side,” I tell her, sliding all the way into view to give her the full effect. “But I bloody well intend to show you. Face down over Lucius’ desk. Right bloody now.”
Color flares in her cheeks under her California tan and her teeth sink into the plump bow of her lower lip. Bollocks, I’m ready to bite it for her. She’s so blooming gorgeous, even in yoga pants and pigtails, just looking at her makes my chest tight.
But she still hasn’t put aside that blasted book.
Her lashes sweep down and her gaze drops to the grimoire spread across her lap. “I’m boning up on dragon shifters. Figured I should get a little smarter, seeing as how dragons exist outside the confines of Middle Earth—like, seriously, who knew?—and how I am one now. One of the very few, apparently.”
Now she sounds pensive, and she’s certainly entitled given what all went down tonight. At least she’s tucked that blasted medallion away, like Vasili told her, in the lead-lined box in Lucius’ desk that nullifies magical objects.
Which means all three of us are linked again. Which, for me, is a comfort. I’m Valyrian and the strongest telepath of the lot. I’m missing the fuck out of Lucius and Neo, but Vasili and I are linked so tightly he’s always in my head.
And now I’ve got my bond back with Zara.
Truth is, my noggin’s still aching from being sucker-punched by that fucking dragon, though there’s a potion on board that’s nixed the worst of it. I pull off my mask with a sigh of relief, since clearly my girl’s not ready to be rogered into a sex coma by Kylo Ren just yet, and roll my head on my shoulders to loosen up a bit.
“We’ll help you sort through this clusterfuck tomorrow, we all will,” I tell her with as much confidence as I can muster. “When we’re back home right and tight with Neo and Lucius.”
