Page 138 of Gemini Kings
But I wasn’t thinking clearly, I was preoccupied and fretful over Lucius and our prolonged estrangement. Now, very likely, it’s back to fucking Square One in my seduction of the shy but stubborn Mr. Mercury.
Lucius is still earnestly trying to explain his qualms about Zara biting Neo, and he’d willingly deliver an entire lecture on that subject if I only allowed him.
But this is not the information highway I need him traveling along tonight.
Besides, there’s his heat to break.
“Never mind about our First Boy at the moment.” I sit up between his legs to slip out of my corset like a snake shedding its skin, then let the gossamer silk shirt I’m wearing beneath slide from my shoulders. His gaze coasts down my naked chest and torso. His fangs descend and his eyes begin to pulse that delicious evil red.
“Mmmmm, there you are.” I purr. “Where’s your lubricant?”
“Er… nightstand.” His wolf is thick in his voice. Good. I don’t want him thinking anymore tonight.
“Be a good pet and fetch it for me.”
While he does this, I toe off my boots and peel out of my leggings, one leg at a time, as elegantly as a lady’s silk stockings. In fact, I make an entire burlesque performance out of it. (I truly can be the most dreadful tease.) This technique proves to be quite effective and diverts my mate nicely from the troublesome subjects of Neo and shifter genetics and, well, anything really that isn’tme, all sleek and scented and more than ready to give him the tender fuck he seems to be craving tonight.
I don’t say another word until I have two fingers buried to the third knuckle inside him; my normally restrained and reticent headmaster has already spilled twice down my throat and once (deliciously) all over his own abs; and his mannerly tenor is hoarse from bellowing. It’s a good thing the house is empty, except for the notoriously deep-sleeping Neo, or Lucius would have woken every soul under this roof.
Of course, I find all this deeply satisfying.
“Now about these mettlesome mating bites,” I murmur, between slow sucking kisses to his balls that make him gasp and whimper. “It’s possible, clearly, for an alpha to bite another alpha, because, well…”
I gesture gracefully (with my free hand) toward the obvious evidence (to wit, the two of us).
“It’s extremely rare,” Lucius pants and writhes, because I’m scissoring my fingers to open him wider. “Every queen in history has had a single alpha… at a time… in her harem… until Zara, who’s now taken two… and may soon take a third. In fact, for an alpha actually tobiteanother alpha at all was unheard of, untilyou… Vasili, oh dear God, will you please…?”
“Unheard of? Well, it’s really too bad no one ever bothered to inform me.” I pause the proceedings long enough to lube my soon-to-be-quite-naughty cock, because truly, I’m nearly at the limit of my own considerable endurance. “And yet, in Zara’s case, she herself possesses quite obvious alpha tendencies—given Neo’s current predicament—despite the fact that she’s been bitten bytwoalphas herself. Which was apparently sufficient to switch on her own shifter recessives and summon her dragon. Truly, itdoesmake one wonder…”
“About what?” If you can possibly imagine an elegantly naked Old World Hungarian gentleman with flowing Renaissance curls, impatiently waiting for his lover to fill his well-stretched hole while simultaneously looking deeply suspicious, well, that would be Lucius at this moment.
“Nothing, darling.” I bend his legs toward his shoulders to give me the optimal angle, fit my own impatient cock to his sweet pink pucker, and ease in a slow inch to get him used to the fit. “Nothing at all.”
“Vasili—”
“Do hush. There’s a good pet.” I reinforce my edict by swallowing his suspicious questions with a deep open-mouthed kiss that tastes of his arousal (which is my contribution to the flavor) and the fruity bite of hispalinka.
I swear to God, he is the mostdeliciousfuck. You can hardly imagine how scrumptious he is. He never bent for anyone until I came along, and even now he rarely lets me ride him flat on his back the way you’d ride a woman. Oh, he likes it, but he’s shy about liking it.
Yet he’s more than allowing it tonight. He’s practically begging for it.
And he’s so gloriously tight.
I fuck him slowly, leisurely, languidly, my hips swatting gently into him for as long as the two of us can possibly hold out. I alternate long hot kisses with blissful interludes when I merely gaze into his eyes and whisper his name while I pump into him.
I want him to feel, not just know, that I meant what I said to him.
I love him.
Whatever happens with the witching world throne and this rumored rival and the looming extinction of all our races, I’ve never loved a man as patiently, as protectively—as gently, really, as a vicious reptile like me is ever capable—as I love this one, this other alpha I’ve bitten, seemingly against all the rules.
It came as the most delightful shock to winkle out through our bond tonight that he loves me in return. He actually loves me. Of course, this is why he’s been so fiendishly difficult about being left behind.
Well, we won’t be doing that again.
“We’ll make new rules… the five of us…” Lucius murmurs between kisses, because now we’re bonded so tightly he’s reading my mind as well (except for a few dangerous little thoughts I’ve tucked safely away out of sight). “Even the six of us… if you’d only allow that, my dear…”
I’m hardly prepared to entertain the six of us as a conversational topic tonight.
