Page 50 of Gemini Kings
Infuriated, I pin her wrists with one hand (but not too hard, I could never hurt her, never) and hitch her thigh higher, shoving her knee up toward her ear to deepen the angle. That makes her moan and me shudder, goosebumps sheeting down my back and over my butt as our climax races toward us.
“Have you forgotten who swung that poker?” I grunt, hips snapping into her, punishing her with pleasure, which is the only way I can. “Vasili knifed Zerxes, but he couldn’t take him out. Neither could Ronin.I’mthe one who killed to protect you.”
“Neo…” she pants, clawing at my hands, head tossing on the pillow. Sparks crackle and hiss from her fingers.
But I’m relentless, because I need her to hear me.
“I killed to protect you, babe. Just like Lucius would’ve killed that polar bear shifter to protect you. But you took—Ronin and Vasili with you—and you left—Lucius and me behind. You hurt us. Promise me you won’t ever do that—again.”
I’ve never angry-fucked before. It’s not usually my thing at all. My emotions are all jumbled up and not easy to navigate and I don’t really do complicated. I like things simple and straightforward. But this is definitely a whole new level of intense.
If she doesn’t give in soon, I’m going to come so hard I sink this island into the sea.
And because we’re bonded, her anger rises to match mine. She snarls at me like, well, a dragon, pretty lips peeling back to bare her sharp little teeth.
Suddenly I realize Lucius is no longer the only shifter in our polycule.
And if Lucius won’t bite me, maybe Zara will.
“All right,” she hisses, eyes burning like pinwheels. “I promise. Next time I won’t leave you behind. You steal when I steal and you fight when I fight.”
A rush of elation just about takes the top of my head off.
Shepromised.
Next time, she won’t leave me behind. And she won’t leave Lucius.
Totally overcome, my voice splinters and breaks. “Oh God, babe—”
She lunges up and nips my ear again with her sharp canines (Lord, I’m definitely going to come now!) and pants in my ear, “Now you and Ronin—kiss and make up. He needs to come and—you’re driving him insane—staying mad at him. He said he’s sorry, and he really is. Besides—it was all—my fault.”
Blind and desperate as my climax rushes toward me like an avalanche, I twist to the side and slam my mouth down over Ronin’s in a fierce open-mouthed kiss that’s laced with desperation and triumph.
It’s not absolution, because deep down I’m still angry.
But at least it’s acknowledgment.
He fists my hair and arches into my touch, his whole body electric, his whole mind and soul blasting wide open to me at the touch. Our tongues collide and a cry claws up his throat. I kiss him to claim him while he pistons into his own grip and comes gallons all over his chest and abs and, crap, my uniform blazer which I still haven’t gotten around to taking off.
Zara loses it too, because there’s nothing she loves more than watching us guys lose our minds over each other. Purple fire spills from her eyes and static electricity races over the bed and the blankets and our skin. The bulb of the reading light on her desk explodes with apop!
Then I’m so obliterated by my own orgasm I can’t see or hear or think, only feel. My climax triggers my gift and the island rocks on its fault line while the tectonic plates under the ocean shift and groan.
That’s my gift.
I summon earthquakes.
I kiss Ronin like I’m going to consume him and I pump my release into the indescribable heaven of Zara’s writhing body like I’ll never stop coming.
But even in the throes of my climax, my earlobe is still stinging from her love nip.
We don’t even know if she’s come into her full power. Sometimes, with gifts like hers, it takes a while. But her eyes are dragon eyes, she’s going to be our dragon queen, and my chest aches and burns with a painful longing for my fated mate to bite me.
A longing for her to bite me for real.
Chapter Eleven
Lucius
