Page 73 of Gemini Kings
“Hmmm, do I? I can’t recall.” He’s teasing now (isn’t he?) but his fist clenches in my hair to hold me still. The sting of having my hair pulled merges with the burn of my pierced ear and the incessant pulse of need in my dick.
It’s too much stimulation at once, yet somehow this sensory overload is exactly what I need.
“You know you do.” I writhe on the sink and pant for air like I’m having a damn heart attack as he nuzzles and nips his way down my neck.
He only hums against my skin.
Of course, he’s not going to admit it. He’s not going to admit the way he fucks me with his eyes.
Suddenly, that’s something I’m determined to change.
I should probably be a lot more careful. He’s Vasili, he’s a snake, he could tear out my throat right now with those vicious fangs of his. For so long, he was my enemy. But tonight he seems content to drag his tongue and the points of his fangs down my skin, while he teases my dick through my sweats until I think I’m going to lose my mind.
“You smell like sage… and roses… and Zara… and innocence.” His teeth scrape my skin. “Like something you’re begging me to ruin and corrupt.”
I guess corrupting me is going to be a theme tonight.
“V,” I gasp, hooking my legs around his so he can’t get away. “I’m giving you permission. You can, um, you can take off my pants and ruin me.”
“Can I?” His mouth burrows into the tender spot where my neck meets my shoulder and gives a little nip. It’s not even enough to break the skin, but I yelp and hump into his hand.
Lord, he’s going to drive me insane for sure.
He releases my aching dick. My mood spirals from heady elation to crushing disappointment.
This is where he leaves me high and dry, where he voices his cutting Vasili laugh over how much I want him, his laugh that flays me to shreds.
I’m teetering on the edge of total despair when he gives my hair a last hard yank that makes me gasp, then drags my sweats down my hips in a single rough pull. Panting with relief and need, I kick off my loafers and squirm on the sink to help him and get my sweats down my legs and off me as fast as possible.
You know, before he changes his mind.
Now I’m only wearing my navy briefs, and he’s still fully dressed, and I should feel self-conscious I guess, because my hard-on is, like, really obvious now and there’s a big wet spot of precum spreading across my crotch.
But he only hums low in his throat, this awful warlock I’m so hot for, and skates his cool hands up my hot thighs to frame my bulge. Through the soaking cotton, his thumbs stroke up and down my length.
“Very nice, First Boy.” His glittering gaze rakes over me, from my hands clutching the sink for purchase to my splayed thighs in my briefs and the spiral of red hair that licks down my abs to vanish under my waistband. “Very nice indeed.”
“You can take those off me too,” I rasp, meaning my briefs, even though my face is on fire with all this.
His head bows so I can’t see his face. His cool fingers dip under the bottom of my briefs, like two inches away from my balls.
I whimper and squirm for more.
“What exactly are we doing here, Neo?” he whispers. Even though he almost never says my real name. I’m alwaysdarlingorFirst BoyorMercury. “Spell it out for me so there’s no mistake. Because you’ve made it very clear you’re already furious at me and Ronin and Zara for leaving you and Lucius behind. And I very much suspect our queen’s fragile harem won’t survive another of my catastrophic mistakes.”
That might be the closest Vasili Romanov’s ever come to admitting he makes mistakes. It actually blows my mind that he just made that admission to me. He’s admitting he made a mistake—not by leaving the island with Zara and Ronin, but by leaving Lucius and me behind.
Which hopefully means he won’t ever do it again.
And it means… it means a lot. My heart aches and swells.
I let go of the sink with one hand and cup his chin gently in my palm. I nudge just a little, and his head comes up until our gazes meet. His face is fractured and open, more open than I’ve ever seen it, except maybe when he’s fucking our mates.
“Here’s what we’re doing,” I tell him, my voice all low and husky. “You’re making me come. You’re making me come all over myself. It doesn’t have to mean any more than that.”
That’s not all I want from him, sexually I mean, but it’s honestly as much as I think I can handle. Vasili’s always a lot to deal with, but especially when he fucks. Ronin’s still the only guy I’ve ever been with, and I’m finally ready to admit I want to be with Vasili too. I, like,reallywant that. But I want it to happen with Zara and Ronin and Lucius all there, when it can help heal the cracks in our happiness.
His cruel eyes search my face. I manage a wobbly smile to reassure him.
