Page 34 of Gemini Kings
Of course, that’s assuming Neo and Lucius are inclined to forgive us taking off like this without them. Assuming they’re inclined to forgive Zara for putting herself and the entire witching world at such phenomenal risk for the sake of what she fancies to be revenge, though it was actually more like rebellion against that royal cage she’s trapped in. Assuming we’re not all expelled for slipping past the wards without permission, lying to that earnest young pilot and the unsuspecting Academy flight crew, abusing the fuck out of Vasili’s spiffy new faculty bennies, and basically stealing the Academy jet.
And assuming we don’t get called to account for that unfortunate incident in the sky over downtown Vegas, which the Arcane Senate and the fucking AIB must surely be scrambling even now to cover up. That lot might even call in the queen—I’m talking the sitting queen, that Grade A bitch Messalina Aquarius, not Zara who’s the queen-in-waiting—for damage control.
That PR disaster over the Double Gemini was rightly the blooming dragon’s fault.
Still…
I’ve got to admit our chances of being forgiven by our infuriated mates for the part we played in all that mayhem don’t sound all that promising, based on that icy message Lucius left on my mobile. We haven’t got working internet at the Academy, because the island wards fuck with electronics, but there’s an ancient rotary phone in ourdomus. That’s how Lucius rang me up.
It’s not a good sign, actually, that Lucius hasn’t rung up Vasili.
Maybe the Dean will fire Vasili from the faculty, but still let him finish out the semester and graduate as a student. Not that it’ll help much, because then he’ll still have to leave. Only students and faculty are allowed past the wards onto Academy grounds. Zara’s still a freshman, I’m just a sophomore, Lucius is the headmaster of our residential college and deeply committed to his job, Neo has more than a year yet to go, and having to choose between his fated mate and his precious education would bloody destroy that sweet lad.
But none of us can survive without Vasili.
Not anymore.
We’re a polycule. That means we belong together.
But he’ll have to leave once he graduates if he’s fired.
If he’s also expelled, he’ll have to leave immediately.
Well, nothing much I can do about that looming crisis just now, is there? It’s not easy, but I push all that angst to one side, cock my head, and rivet my queen with a smoking look.
“Think you should put that book aside and come to bed, love,” I growl. “Assuming you don’t fancy being fucked on the desk.”
“I will in just a bit. I promise.” The vixen shoots me a look under those long lashes that’s brimming with heat and mischief. “Don’t worry. I know you have a galaxy to terrorize. I won’t keep you waiting long.”
Gods, I’m horny as fuck. I don’t want to wait a single bloody tick to peel off her pants and drag her legs over my shoulders and tongue that sweet cunt of hers until her clit swells and her pussy weeps and she’s fucking my face.
Before I can decide how far to press my luck, a frown turns down my girl’s Hollywood pucker.
“Go find Vasili,” she says softly. “He needs you. He’s hurting. Something’s been bugging him since we met Maxim. He won’t tell me what it is.”
My pornographic fantasy recedes a bit.
Now a fist of concern ties my guts in knots.
Vasili and I have been together a long time, and there isn’t much my boyfriend and I haven’t shared, including his whole fucked-up family history, so I’ve got a pretty fair notion what’s troubling him. I know who Maxim is and I know what he did. Yeah, Vasili puts on a proper show and claims he’s over being rejected by his whole fucking family just for being who he is.
But, ever since, he’s been alone.
Of course, being Vasili, when Zara asked about all that history between him and Maxim, the bloke just shrugged it off with one of his deft evasions.
But yeah, he’s hurting.
“I’ll go find him,” I agree with a sigh. Not that I think it’ll help much. You don’t just get over being tossed out like rubbish by your own flesh and blood. No matter what Vasili likes to pretend, or how well he pretends it. “Come join us when you can. Whatever happens with that fucking dragon, and you fucking shifting, and whatever the fuck’s waiting for us at Icarus, we’ll deal with it together.”
The pucker between her brows smooths out and her worried mouth softens.
I love that about you, Adam,she whispers in my head. Which is pretty much the closest she’s come to saying out loud that she loves me. I mean, I love that you feel that way.
We’re all still getting used to this. Getting used to being all together. I’m still getting used to the concept of commitment after a lifetime of one-and-dones, with Vasili the only constant of all my come-and-go partners. She’s still getting used to the concept of queening it and having her own harem.
So even though my ticker swells up in my chest till I can barely breathe, I just quip back,I love that you love it,prop my Kylo mask on the desk to keep her thinking about me, and saunter off to find Vasili.
I don’t have far to look. I’m clairsentient and we’re bonded, so I know he’s in the loo. He’s left the door cracked for me, so I don’t bother knocking. I’m still horny as fuck and I’m prepared to make shagging me worth his while, so I expect he’ll be glad to see me.
