Page 43 of Gemini Kings
He’s breathing fast, all but panting under my commanding grip, and he voices a soft desperate sound while I absolutely ravage his mouth, nipping at his full lower lip, sucking on his tongue, my own tongue plunging deep into all that cool minty sweetness. Again and again, his tongue collides with mine in a ravenous hunger that makes my soul ache and my shaft throb with all that need for him I’ve been suppressing and denying for what feels like a slow eternity.
When his innocent tongue probes the roof of my mouth where my fangs reside when they’re retracted, my palate tingles. It’s all I can manage to keep those wicked canines of mine from descending.
Dear God. Surely my eyes are flaming red, which happens before I shift.
Helpless to suppress my carnal instincts any longer, I crowd him hard against the door the way my wolf pins his prey, then knee his thighs roughly apart so I can wedge my pelvis against his and frot him through our layers. Under his uniform trousers, his manhood is absolutely rigid.
A growl rips out of me.
My heat blooms without warning.
Now this entire kiss threatens to careen off the rails entirely and become everything I so desperately want with him, but flatly forbid myself to take.
“Lucius,” he pants into my mouth. “Oh Lucius. Are you really hard like this all for me… or… is it just your heat?”
He’s a wise boy, sharing our harem with three shifters or part-shifters.
Zara, Ronin, and I were all bitten within a very short span of time, so Neo knows we’ll all be in uncontrollable heat and insatiable for days once the moon is full. When his hand dips between us to wrap around my throbbing length, with only my trousers between us, another growl claws from my throat. My hips shove forward into his grip.
“This is all for you,” I snarl, thick and guttural as my wolf lunges and snaps at my skin, simply desperate to rise. My hand drops to his belt and tears open his buckle. “Is all this for me?”
“It is, it really is, but… Lucius,” he gasps between my increasingly frenzied kisses. “If itisjust… your heat… and not me, I mean, it’s okay, I get it. I can still… be with you. I’d even…” He hesitates, then the words rush out. “I’d even let you bite me.”
My wolf howls with primal triumph and my fangs punch through the roof of my mouth.
But I am not my wolf.
Not entirely.
Viewed through the lens of my moral human scruples, this infernal offer dashes over me like a bucket of icy water.
I freeze in mid-rut, in the midst of feverishly unbuttoning Neo’s trousers as though I truly do intend to take him here and now before my fourth period History of Witchcraft class comes trooping up with their books and satchels and starts rattling the locked door to stop their professor and the First Boy madly fornicating against the wall.
“No, I would,” he insists, as though I’ve only stopped so he can reaffirm his sincerity. He ducks his head and fiddles with my tie. But he keeps stealing shy little peeks at my now fully distended fangs. “I’d totally let you bite me. I’d, um, uh, I’d actually like that.”
“Blood of Christ.” Somehow, I manage to pry my hand off his fly before I can get him unbuttoned and my fingers inside, while my wolf howls in protest.
Exerting a truly Herculean effort, I even manage to stop myself from rutting into his intoxicating grip, which is still kneading my shaft through my trousers.
I fight like the dickens to retract my fangs and silence my wolf, who’s pacing and snarling inside my skin, more than ready to take innocent Neo up on this scandalous offer before my student returns to his senses and revokes it.
“My dear boy.” Resolutely I buckle his belt and straighten his tie and try my damnedest to ignore both my raging erection and his, although none of this is easy. “You have absolutely no idea what you’re offering—”
“I do, though. I really do.” Even as I’m tightening his tie, he’s loosening mine, blushing as he works out the knot. “You all think I’m so innocent, but I’ve been watching all the rest of you. Every single one of you has either given a mating bite or gotten one or both. Everyone… except me.”
With a sudden rush of insight, I realize there’s a tender bruise on this gentle creature’s heart that none of us has ever guessed.
He’s hurt.
He’s deeply hurt.
Because none of us has bitten him.
Here, now, today, he finally intends to do something about it.
By this point, he’s gotten my tie unraveled and he’s starting to work on the buttons of my shirt, head ducked, brow furrowed, curls tumbling over serious eyes. He appears determined to seduce me, as if that’s what it will take for me to lose my infernal mind and bite him.
My wolf, of course, is no help at all. That lecherous beast is entirely on Neo’s side.
