Page 67 of Gemini Kings
“Um… couldn’t he be… bi?” Carefully I mark my place before I close my textbook. Because I definitely saw the way he was looking at Vasili tonight, even if no one else seemed to notice. He was looking at Vasili with those flaming eyes of his like he wanted to light him on fire.
I get that they hate each other and all, because they’ve both made that pretty obvi.
But I definitely don’t think that’s dragon’s straight.
Even if he’d like to be.
At theveryleast, he’s bi-curious. Just like I was back in the day, when I was an awkward virgin secretly crushing on Ronin.
“After what that bloke did to Vasili?” Ronin grunts, sharp with contempt. “Not bloody likely. Probably afraid he’ll catch the gay living in this house.”
I don’t know what Maxim did to Vasili, and Ronin doesn’t seem inclined to say, but Zara hums and looks thoughtful as she paces. I guess they have secrets from me now, the three of them, due to all that time they just spent without me.
I try not to mind, I really do, but it’s upsetting. It hurts being left out.
It hurts.
“I dunno,” she mutters, sweating freely as her own heat rises. “I hear you, I do, and I’d say there’s pretty much zero chance that he’s anythingbutstraight…” She shoots Ronin a wry look “…if not for the way he’s been eye-fucking you.”
“Me?” Ronin snorts. “Come on. Everyone eye-fucks me. I can make a straight bloke queer. Even if only for five ticks. Just look how I corrupted poor Neo.”
He’s totally telling the truth, because he was the notorious and unattainable Sir One and Done at this Academy until Zara came along. He’d do anyone once, but he never went back for seconds (except, it turns out, with Vasili. They were a regular thing, but the two of them kept it totally secret and pretended to hate each other, which is a typical Vasili way to operate.) Anyway, I know more than one straight guy on the class roster whom Ronin persuaded to sample the D that seemed to enjoy the experience. Half those so-called straight guys whose male cherry he popped are still sneaking him looks and mooning over him.
But now Ronin’s committed to us.
Of course, he hears all this through our bond. He shoots me a smoking look from under that curtain of hair that heats my blood like a Bunsen burner in the alchemy lab.
Even in the window seat, which is pretty drafty, he’s sweating and fidgety, skin gleaming in the firelight.
That’s one more sign of how close he is to his heat.
“Hey, I corrupted him first.” Zara gathers her heavy hair up in one hand and fans the back of her neck with the other. “Neo was a virgin till I got to him. Weren’t you, baby?”
I push up my glasses and frown. Normally it makes me feel all warm and wanted and kinda sexy when they tease about corrupting me. That kind of teasing usually ends with them corrupting me more.
Tonight I guess I’m still feeling a little too sensitive about being babied.
“You didn’t corrupt me. Neither of you. It was my choice. I wanted to be with you.Bothof you,” I say firmly. “Anyway, we’re talking about Maxim. Not me.”
I make sure to pronounce it the way he did tonight.Mak-seem.Leaning hard into the second syllable, which is so exotic with his Russian accent. At the sound of his name on my lips, my tummy gives a little flutter.
Suddenly I find myself wondering if Lucius is still orienting him. I wonder if the new guy’s lonely, nervous, maybe even a little scared in the big downstairs guest studio which is the only vacant bedroom in the house.
Maybe, before I go to sleep myself, I should just check in on him? It would be the neighborly thing to do, and I’m pretty sure no one else is going to.
“Yeah.Maxim.” Restlessly Ronin tosses the knife and catches it. “Anyway, sure, he was looking. That dragon’s got big eyes. I bet he’s wanted a lot of things in life he hasn’t gotten. Not a bloody felony to look, is it?”
“He said in Vegas he wants you sharing our bed,” Zara murmurs, low and languid. I know how much she likes the thought of that. Even when she doesn’t want to admit it. “That’s a lot more than looking.”
I glance between them, waiting for one of them to clue me in on what went down in Vegas, because I’ve still only heard the bare bones of that story.
Ronin chuckles grimly and shakes his head. “Not gonna happen, is it? Not with the way Vasili feels about the chap.”
Okay. Looks like I’m destined for total ignorance unless I pry the backstory out of them. But I figure they’re protecting Vasili’s privacy, since he and I haven’t exactly been all warm and fuzzy.
If I want to know what happened with Vasili, he’s the one I’ll need to ask.
Ronin’s still tossing the knife and swinging his bare foot, and Zara’s still pacing and fanning the back of her neck. Through our mating bond, I can feel her heat spreading out from her center and throbbing like a slow second heartbeat in her divine pussy. I barely took the edge off that heat of hers today. She’s probably going to need, um, two dicks inside her at once tonight to break her first spike. Like double penetration. She’s really into that.
