Page 3 of Gemini Kings
Major heat.
Again.
But, fuck, please,nottill I’m off the clock.
This heist is way too important to let myself get distracted, even by the sledgehammer wallop of my looming heat and that scorching visual of getting stripped and double-dicked by Kylo and the Goblin King.
Not to mention Lucius and Neo. I miss the shit out of those two—my broody wolf shifter professor and my sweet blushing bookworm. But there’s no way Lucius and Neo, who are both so responsible, would ever have understood my need for breathing room.
As in,literallyno way.
When he isn’t railing one of us with his thick cock till we beg for mercy in my big medieval bed, or running wild on all fours through the forest by moonlight, Lucius is the respectable headmaster of our residential college.
And Neo? He’s First Boy on the Dean’s List. In other words, a model citizen.
So the three of us villains just, uh, ghosted those two. We left the good guys back home.
Which officially makes the three of us here in Vegas… the bad guys.
Cheese on toast. The literal minute we turn back up on Academy grounds, Lucius will probably clap all three of us in detention in his office crypt till I’m forty—
Xiao slips out his phone and glances at the screen. His shoulders square with a ripple of tension. Then he prowls, purposeful as hell, for the discreet locked door of my dad’s private lair.
That’s gonna take him right off the casino floor.
Which means his ass is officially mine.
Adrenaline spikes my pulse and makes the hair I’ve dyed green (because my trademark teal is way too well-known) float around my shoulders in a crackle of psychic charge. That’s what happens when my Gemini witchcraft slips the leash.
I tamp that shit down and keep back in Xiao’s six near the roulette tables. For a few secs I idle with the tourists watching the action, heeding that prickle of hunch that tells me someone’s watchingme—after all, there are security cams everywhere, and I’m kinda hard to miss—and pretending to eyeball the little ball whizzing around the game wheel like it matters.
While the target of my actual interest taps out a quick message on his phone and slides a goddamn keycard from his pocket.
Which tells me Xiao’sstillin cahoots with my goddamn dad. I swear to Christ my ex is gonna regret the way he fucked me over.
For real.
Okay, boys, it’s showtime,I fire at my warlocks. Suddenly I’m tingling with nerves and aggression. I bare my teeth in a bloodthirsty grin.Time to do your thing, Adam.
I’m expecting a provocative reply, so the uncharacteristic hesitation that ripples through our bond knocks me off my game.
You sure about this?Ronin sounds grim as the effing reaper, even though I’m only hearing him in my head.Sure you fancy going in alone with that wanker? Even knowing he’s in deep with your dad?
I know Ronin’s on my side, they both are, they couldn’tbeany more on my side. They just fucking hijacked the Academy’s private jet to get us off the island without permission, for Christ’s sake. I was hellbent on going alone till the guys sussed out my secret (because Ronin’s a telepath, Vasili’s a snake, and there’s no hiding shit from them). Now it bugs me like hell that Vasili’s probably gonna lose his newfound faculty privileges over this stunt.
Until he graduates this spring, Vasili’s only provisionally on the faculty (and only because there’s, like, a major shortage of powerful warlocks in the witching world).
If he loses his spiffy new gig, it’s pretty much gonna be my fault. Even though I ordered both of them not to come.
But Vasili never gives a shit about any kind of censure.
Now it’s Ronin dredging this painful thing back up, after we already fucking settled it, that sets my teeth on edge. Andnotjust because that prickle of nerves and that sense of hidden eyes is making my skin tingle and my scalp itch. It’s because my mate’s resurrecting the closest thing to a fight—a bad one—the three of us have had since they joined my harem.
They don’t want me doing this.
But I’m determined as fuck to do it.
I don’t buy into that whole bullshit narrative that I need to be all sheltered and protected twenty-four/seven because I’m the queen-in-waiting—a role I’m still fighting to accept. I’ve always been on the wind, here today, gone tomorrow. Free spirit. I refuse to let this queen gig turn into a ball-and-chain.
