Page 108 of Gemini Kings
“Stones!”I’m outraged as hell. “They fucking threw stones at you?”
“Just enough to stun me and knock me down. Then a few kicks and punches.” Maxim shrugs and looks uncomfortable. “If they had not cornered me in these unfamiliar streets, I would have done better. Before I could retaliate, the cowards took to their heels.”
“Too right,” Ronin says grimly. “It was a bloody hit and run. Rotten little shits were pissing themselves with fear you’d shift.”
I know he’s not a big dragon fan, but even Ronin looks indignant on Maxim’s behalf. My warlock’s still standing between my spread knees, hand resting on my bare thigh as he frowns at our battered shifter, and I definitely don’t want Ronin moving. I’m not done with him yet.
But I do want a closer look at the damage on Maxim.
“Come over here, big guy.” I use my queen voice so the dragon won’t argue.
Slowly Maxim sidles over, giving Vasili a wide berth and keeping a wary eye on Ronin. This guy’s like a feral dog (and my classmates fucking threw stones at him! Goddammit, I’m gonna goThor: Love and Thunderon someone’s ass.) But right now I find myself sitting very still and even holding my breath, like any sudden sound or move will spook the guy into bolting.
Tucked between my legs, Ronin shifts warily. I whisper to him though our bond,Stay here for me. And be nice to him, Adam.
Ronin shoots me a look that’s smoking with amber heat.Just how nice to him d’you want me to be?
That’s one visual my impending heat definitely doesn’t need, because it triggers another rush of warmth under my prim schoolgirl panties that I’m pretty sure they can all smell.
Very nice,I purr. I want you to be very nice to him. Think you can do that?
Ronin rumbles a sex-drenched sound low and deep in his throat. I swallow hard, spread my knees wider, and hold Maxim’s guarded stare with mine.
“That’s it, big guy,” I murmur. “No one here’s gonna hurt you. I just wanna see.”
When he’s a foot away, he hesitates, those slitted eyes shifting to Ronin in a way that manages to look both somehow ashamed and deeply suspicious. Without meeting his gaze, Ronin edges sideways (still very much between my thighs) to make room.
Oh yeah.
This is gonna be good.
Those dragon eyes veer back to mine. I give Maxim a sexy smile and beckon him close with a crooked finger. He squares his shoulders and edges between my knees. Moving slowly so I won’t spook him, I hook a hand in his belt and ease him in even closer. Ronin’s facing him now, so that tucks Max’s hip right up against Ronin’s dick, which I’m sensing my sexy Brit doesn’t mind at all.
Hell to the yeah.
Okay, I gotta admit it. Ireallylike having both my warlocks tucked between my thighs.
Very carefully, I graze Maxim’s jaw with my fingers. He’s all raspy and glittery with blond stubble and he needs to shave (or not, because the effect is hella sexy). His dragonish scent of brimstone and leather sneaks into my nose and makes me sweat.
Now he keens a little under his breath, which I figure is his dragon vocalizing. My inner dragon croons in sympathy, kind of a bird trill rising from my throat.
Jesus.
I didn’t even know I could make that kind of sound.
Everyone glances at me with interest. I shove down a ripple of unease and clear my throat.
“That’s it,” I whisper, holding Maxim in place with my hand looped in his belt. I angle his head so I can check out that black eye, which looks like the worst of his facial bruising. A thick silky tendril of hair slips over his eye and gets in my way.
“Help a girl out, Adam,” I breathe.
Ronin grunts and reaches to help.
But even that little bit of movement makes Maxim flinch.
“Easy, mate,” my warlock says, way more softly than usual. I figure Ronin’s picking up a lot telepathically, like the fact that this great big scary dragon is actually afraid of being touched.
Maxim steels himself, and Ronin gently strokes back that wing of fallen hair, which reveals the curvy sweep of silver studs piercing the cartilage of Max’s ear… and a big fucking goose egg rising near his hairline. That has to be from one of those stones.
