Page 71 of Gemini Kings
“My gosh, it’s just an ear, Vasili.” I try valiantly to ignore the way mine is still throbbing. “I bet Ronin didn’t use a numbing potion when he pierced his dick.”
“Hmmm, that’s true.” Vasili smirks. “I can confirm your naughty speculation since I was with him at the time. He had his cock pierced by a professional on the mainland. We went on a pleasure jaunt during summer holidays.”
Huh.
Ronin’s idea of a pleasure jaunt and mine are definitely not the same.
Just trying to pierce this ear is killing me.
“Zara told me she never used anything for hers either.” I try my best not to sound defensive, but I’m not totally sure it’s working.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” he murmurs. “Well, darling, it’s your funeral.”
Without warning, his hands rise to my knees and nudge them apart. My throat flexes in a hard swallow.
But he’s being gentle, he’s not forcing, I can say no, I can stop this.
Instead, I let my knees drift apart under those twin wisps of pressure until I’m spread all wide and exposed in front of him. Of course, my dick chooses this moment to become extremely interested in the fact that Vasili Romanov finally has his sexy hands on my body. My junk stiffens and swells and shoves against my sweats, the outline embarrassingly obvious.
I squeeze my eyes shut and blush like blazes.
Why did I have to wear sweats tonight?
Hands still resting lightly on my knees, he drifts closer until I’m bracketing his hips with my thighs. I can’t bear to look, but I can definitely sense him.
He’s close. And he’s watching.
I’m quickly losing interest in the idea of getting my ear pierced in favor of other things he could be doing to me with those hands of his.
“Mercury,” he leans in to breathe in my uninjured ear. His dark familiar musk of caramel and vetiver fills my head. He smells exactly the way he does when he goes all alpha and rails our mates.
Eyes still closed, I swallow hard and scrape out the word. “Yeah.”
“Be a love and get the needle ready for me.” His silky mouth barely grazes my ear. “And stop biting your lip,do. Or I’m going to bite it for you.”
My breath spills out in a shuddery rush and my eyes fly open in surprise.
“Are you… are you offering to bite me?” I whisper, with my voice all shaky.
Wow.
I never even thought of asking Vasili, what with us being enemies.
You know, until right now.
His breath hitches in my ear. Right now, I don’t think either one of us is breathing.
He drifts back a little until our gazes meet. In his ice-blue stare, his pupils are blown wide. His lips part so just the sexy tips of his fangs are showing. He searches my hot face, and I’mreallytempted to bite my lip again, just to see what he does.
“Now be good, darling, and stop teasing,” he purrs at last, completely avoiding my question about biting me, in the velvety sex-drenched rumble of his bedroom voice. Because I do know what he sounds like when he’s turned on. It’s just that usually, it’s Zara or Ronin or Lucius turning him on.
Not me.
“The needle,” he reminds me softly. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
I’m not teasing,I want to tell him.You can bite me. I… I want you to bite me.
Instead, I duck my head and fumble with the antiseptic and resterilize the needle the way he wants. He should really wash his hands too, but I don’t want him moving, I want him right here between my thighs. I want his fingers lightly kneading the medial muscles just above my knees the way he’s doing right now. I’d actually love for his hands to drift higher, but I’m too shy to ask, and maybe if I did, he’d say no.
