Page 146 of Gemini Kings
It’s just supposed to be a peck.
But the millisecond our mouths meet, my inner dragon (who’s been snoozing in there) wakes up and leaps to her feet with a roar.
Zara, he is ours. We must rise!!
No go, showgirl,I insist, as firmly as humanly possible with Max’s hard hands sliding up my back and his warm mouth teasing mine open so he can slip me the tongue.No rising.
“You will rise tonight at moonrise, my Zara,” he mutters between hot slow kisses that taste like hellfire and light me up like Fourth of July fireworks over the Vegas Strip. “You will no longer be able to resist. When you rise, so too shall I.”
Fuck. Guess that’s what you’d call a ticking clock.
“My, my. Don’t be so insufferably certain you’ve got this one properly gift-wrapped and tied with a pretty bow, Maxim Rasputin.” My snake sounds absolutely silken with menace. Especially since he’s just slithered over Lucius and Ronin to straddle the dragon behind me—a position that is absolutely rife with potential.
Vasili’s hands slide around my waist to draw me out of the kiss and plaster my back against the front of six-plus feet of Goblin King.
Hell to the yeah.
His skin is cool to the touch, because water signs run cool, and you can practically hang beef in this bedroom when the fire goes out. He’s wearing a pair of silky sleep pants, which isn’t usual for him (because we all definitely like him naked), whose stark black stands out dramatically against his pale skin.
I guess he wasn’t super comfy rolling around in this bed buck naked with his archenemy.
I wind an arm around Vasili’s tousled head and twist to give him a proper good morning kiss. I don’t want him ever to worry about competition if a third alpha joins the harem (not that anything’s decided). If Max is gonna go around flaming my subjects, there’s no place for that dragon in this bed.
The Goblin King smells like caramel and tastes like malice, but his tongue snakes past his wicked incisors to twine around mine. His clever fingers steal over my breasts to give my nipple rings a twist that revs my engine and nearly rips an instant O out of my oversexed body.
“Fuck, Vasili,” I gasp. My fist clenches in his hair.
It really is getting longer than I realized. His hair’s almost grazing his shoulders. It’s growing so fast I can almostseeit grow while I—
“Good morning to you as well, darling,” he murmurs, between delicate licks and razor-sharp teeth. “Let me just say I actuallydoagree with one little thing this flying tyrannosaur is saying.”
Max pushes up to sit with an aggressive snarl.
Now I’m the BLT in a warlock sandwich.
Max is all toasty and my clit starts pulsing in a way that makes me even slicker down below. The two of them bristle at each other, with me tucked in between them and pumping out mating scent.
My inner dragon’s just noticed my snake, in a way she’s really only noticed Max so far, and she definitely likes what she’s seeing. Vasili’s playing with my boobs and undulating sinuously against my back, so his silk-clad boner nudges my crack. Maxim lets his fangs descend (and what a lovely surprisethatwas last night) and leans in to drag those twin points up my bare shoulder to menace my throat.
I moan and arch into his mouth. My head falls back against the Goblin King’s shoulder.
And we’re all so close they’re touching too. The backs of Vasili’s hands are grazing Max’s barbell-pierced nipples. When Max’s arms wind around my waist, his hands land on Vasili’s hips.
Which is hella hot.
Sweet Jesus, these two have more chemistry brewing between them than the Academy’s alchemy lab.
Max lifts his head. His dragon eyes lock on Vasili.
“Do you see, Romanov?” he rasps. “Already we begin to get along.”
“Now, now, let’s not exaggerate our moment of fleeting accord,” the Goblin King purrs. “I’m merely saying I appreciate the fact that you were trying—however ham-handedly—to protect Zara. Rest assured I intend to punish those Tiberius pissants for attacking the three of you. I’ll do it in a manner that suits me, and without causing collateral damage, since it seems I’m now a reformed villain.” A pout lurks in his malicious voice. “Let’s just say those little monsters have hurled their last Molotov cocktail.”
“They are mine to punish,” Maxim growls.
Vasili hisses like a rattlesnake poised to strike.
Well, shit.
