Page 150 of Gemini Kings
“Zara, my precious heart.” Lucius is on his feet too, but he does what she says and keeps his distance. “Shall we just step outside together? It’s all right to let go, truly—”
“Noooooo.”My wonderful fated mate slides both hands between her thighs and starts massaging. That’s where it hurts, where her heat is cresting. Her head jerks up, and I can’t hold back a gasp. Her eyes look just like Max’s, orbs burning gold with vertical pupils. “Have—to—control—this—”
RT takes one look at Zara basically masturbating on the spot and drags Dez to her feet. “We’re, uh, gonna clear out and just leave you guys to it.”
“Go,”Zara growls in her dragon voice. “Hurry!”
Even though she’s bi, Zara hasn’t shown any interest yet in adding other girls to our polycule. Dez and Racetrack aren’t in it and don’t want to be. They’re monogamous and, I’m pretty sure, one hundred percent lesbian. That works out for us guys too, because the gals are basically like sisters to us, and Zara’s not normally into them in a sexual way either.
Which is why Dez and Racetrack are clearing out so fast.
Before Zara’s hormones take over.
The girls take off upstairs, with Dez throwing a single wild look over her shoulder as they flee, checking out the glass doors and the fat full moon that’s rising into view.
I’m just opening my mouth to suggest that V might want to get out from between Zara and the door when the Goblin King suddenly gasps, wrenches the door all the way open, and rushes out into the courtyard himself.
Which is kinda… unexpected?
Geez. He isn’t even wearing shoes.
“Oh, fuck me.”Ronin leaps to his feet like he’s just been goosed. As he stares wildly after V’s vanished form, his face goes absolutely electric with shock and some kind of dawning realization that I totally don’t get. “Lucius, what the actualfuck?”
My gaze shoots across the room to Lucius, who’s staring after Vasili with a look I’ve never seen on him before either. His face is set with kind of a grim resignation, mingled with… guilt?
Whatever’s happening to V out there, Lucius is definitely in on it.
“What’s going on?” Confused and upset, I come out from behind the desk.
Zara stops rubbing herself long enough to rip her tee shirt over her head and shove her pants violently down her legs. She isn’t wearing anything underneath in preparation for this whole experience.
And I know this superheat situation isn’t something she wants and is therefore horrible for her but, Lord, she’s like something airbrushed and supernaturally perfect and ripped straight out of a high-end porno mag (you know, one of the classier ones).
Her gorgeous breasts are definitely riper and fuller, her areolae flushed so pink they’re almost the exact current shade of RT’s hair. Her nipples are taut and practically the size of cherries. Her skin’s glowing Malibu gold, her hair’s swirling and floating around her head, her smooth pussy’s all swollen and glistening like a fresh split peach.
Her juices are so plentiful they’re literally dripping down her thighs.
The entire room, and probably the entire house, is fragrant with her creamy floral mating scent.
One whiff of all those Mogadon pheromones she’s pumping out has me peeling the sweater over my head and Ronin dragging down his zipper. Even though his conflicted stare keeps veering between Zara and the door V just bolted through.
All of a sudden, I’m absolutely frantic for a fuck.
And, clearly, so is he.
“Outside, my dear, quickly.” Lucius sounds insistent but controlled, like nothing’s happening here that he hasn’t planned for (which is probably true), even as he rapidly unbuttons his sweater vest and shirt. “You don’t want to shift in the house.”
“I don’t—want to shift—at all,”she grits between clenched jaws.“Don’t—want to—fucking—rise—”
Bang!The slam of wood against plaster echoes down the hall.
That’s the sound of Max’s bedroom door flying open.
Zara’s eyes narrow in determination and defiance. Naked and snarling, she bolts for the glass doors at a dead run and dives into the courtyard.
She’s barely outside when a nuclear flash lights up the night and sears my corneas.
I yell and cover my face, just for a sec. When I force my hands down and my eyes open, I catch a split-second glimpse through the glowing spots dancing in my vision of two powerful clawed legs and a blue-green tail, scaly and forked.
