Page 72 of Gemini Kings
I clear my throat and hold up the needle. “Um, here?”
“Good boy,” he whispers.
Oh my God. He’s praising me.
A muffled groan leaks past my restraint. My teeth sink into my lower lip before I can stop myself.
A low curse rips out of him.
Much faster than I expect, he dives in to brand my mouth with a quick scorching kiss, a flash of sucking heat that leaves me gasping, a lash of tongue between my lips, the warning scrape of fangs over tender flesh.
It’s over before I can reciprocate.
“Be careful,” he hisses. “I’m warning you, First Boy. And I only warn once.”
I’m still reeling and swaying when he snatches the needle, grips my chin hard to wrench my head to one side, pinches my earlobe between two cruel fingers, and stabs the needle through my ear with ruthless precision.
A sharp cry rips out of me. I struggle to stay still while he swiftly threads the ring through my throbbing ear and pinches the clasp shut.
“Uh… ow?” I breathe, seeing stars.“Shit.”
“Well, you’re the one who refused a numbing potion,” he says thickly. “Now hush. It’s all over.”
The liquid heat of his mouth envelops my stinging earlobe in a burning kiss, sucking furiously like he wants to suck the pain out of me. His winter-cold lips feel better than ice on my abused and throbbing flesh.
“Oh my God, V.” I drop the bottle of antiseptic I’m still stupidly clutching. It thunks over and spills into the sink and the sharp bite of iodine floods the air, but I don’t give a shit. I grip his narrow waist in both hands and drag him close. “I don’t know what we’re doing here, but it’s definitely—not—over.”
He twists under my hands like the sea snake he is and his cold mouth locks over mine in a brutal kiss. His jaw flexes and his lips slant and his tongue lunges to meet mine. I moan and bite into his kiss with my own hungry mouth, our lips fusing together, our tongues fighting for dominance. His fangs are so deliciously sharp and he’s right there, he’s everything I’ve been aching to explore, and he tastes like the metallic tang of iodine and the juniper bite of that Russian vodka he likes.
You wouldn’t think that would be a turn on, those particular flavors I mean. But they’re sharp and aggressive and edgy and… unique.
Just like him.
His hand wraps around my head and spears through my hair to hold me. While his free hand, oh my God, his free hand dives between us and closes over the hard throb of my cock. With just my sweats and briefs between us.
A jolt of pleasure zags through me like a bolt of Zara’s lightning.
His clever fingers wrap around my length andknead. And, God, he’ssogood at this, so good, so good I think I’m going to lose my mind and my load and come inside my sweats like I’m twelve or something. To keep that from happening, I want to beg him to stop.
I want to beg him never to stop.
But my body has a mind of its own. My hips burrow and rut into his grip. My hands wrap around his tight ass to grapple him closer.
“Mercury…” That low growl of his sounds like a warning.
“Oh my God, yes, like that.” I suck his lip into my mouth, which presses my tender flesh into those two wicked points. What would it take to get him to bite?
But I want more from him than a love nip.
I want a real mating bite.
A shudder ripples through him, like he’s just read my mind, even though neither of us are telepaths, so we can’t do that without a mating bond.
“Why, First Boy,” he breathes into my desperate mouth. “Who ever knew you could be so wicked?”
He must mean the way I’m bucking into his hand, my waist flexing and abs clenching with every snap of my hips, soft grunts exploding from my lips with every thrust.
“You did,” I moan between kisses. I can’t believe how good I feel with him jacking me off through two layers of clothes. “You always… you always watch me when I fuck.”
