Page 64 of Gemini Kings
Because I know what he does not.
“I’m afraid it isn’t really a matter of whether Zara wants him or not,” the wolf says softly. “The simple truth is that she needs him.”
She pushes out a scornful snort.
“Blood of Christ. Why on earth do you think I argued so fiercely for his admittance once he turned up here in the first place?” Lucius sighs. “Above and beyond the fact that the witching world needs every trained warlock we can possibly muster, and he is the Sagittarius scion and the only fully manifested male dragon shifter to be extant, to anyone’s knowledge. In the end, I welcomed him under this roof and into our cohort because Zaraneedshim.”
“How’s that, then?” Pendragon says curtly. “She’s got all of us, hasn’t she?”
The wolf opens his mouth, but I growl before he can answer. “She needs me to survive her superheat.”
“There’s that word again.” Zara wiggles free of her mates and pushes forward to confront me, poking me again in the chest. I wonder if she senses the way her body craves any excuse for contact with mine. “You keep saying it. I wanna know what it means. I wanna know right now.”
“Superheat?” I fold my hand around hers and press her palm flat to my chest, inside my battered leather jacket, with only my threadbare tee shirt between us. “Do you not know, my Zara?”
Her hand is small and soft and yet so potent. She hurls lightning with this hand. She could summon her lightning now and slay me where I stand. My heart beats hard with more than danger.
I burn to press her hand to the surging heat behind my zipper.
“Tell me,” she breathes, her gaze locked on mine.
I could drown in those shimmering eyes of hers and die a happy man. Silently, I tell her this. Under all her suspicion, the ghost of a smile flickers across her sweet lips.
“Hmmm, there’s a romantic lurking under all that dragon, isn’t there?” she whispers.
Miraculously, she doesn’t pull away. I flatten my palm over the back of her hand and work to steady my breath.
“I can be a romantic if that is what pleases you,” I tell her. Under her touch, my dragon rumbles with pleasure.
“What pleases me now is for you to be honest.” Her tongue traces the lush bow of her upper lip as though she’s tasting the word. “Tell me about this superheat.”
It surprises me that she does not know, only until I recall she was not raised among our kind. Instructing her in our ancient ways is part of what I promised Lucius Aries I would do here.
In truth, instructing her will be my duty and my pleasure.
“When a dragon queen meets her dragon king,” I tell her, “there is a… biochemical change, do you say? Her heats become more frequent. More prolonged. More… intense.”
“Moreintense?” She gazes up at me, looking both appalled and intrigued.
“And harder to break.” Still pressing her hand to my chest, my fingers thread through hers. “In her heat, she becomes more… demanding. Harder to satisfy. But her pleasures, when they come, they are… electrifying.”
“They’re already electrifying, mate, believe me,” Pendragon mutters, hovering close behind her. “Guess you’ll pick that up under this roof soon enough. She’s a lightning witch, isn’t she?”
“And a lightning dragon. They are very rare.” Proudly I admire her, the way she revealed her gift when she breathed lightning in Vegas. “When she rises in her mating flight, when she takes her pleasure in dragon form, she will be a goddess.”
Without warning, Vasili looms at Pendragon’s side.
Like the serpent he is, my nemesis has slithered into striking distance in lethal silence.
This is the closest he and I have stood since his exile. The closest we have stood since that night I watched in secret, with my heart leaping in my throat and my pulse throbbing between my legs, while he wrapped his pretty lips around the Italian captain of the Romanov yacht and sucked the man’s soul out through his cock.
When I told Nikolai Romanov what I saw his son doing, Nikolai fired the captain on the spot. Hours later, Vasili was on his way to Icarus in disgrace.
I have always wondered whether that captain considered his punishment worth the prize.
Under Vasili’s tongue and lips, he was in ecstasy.
Vasili’s ice-blue eyes, rimmed and sultry with cosmetics, lock with mine. Under that seductive mane of silver hair, his face is delicate as a woman’s, all high cheekbones and straight nose and pointed chin poised above the graceful sweep of his throat. The dark spice of his scent winds around my dick like a knowing hand and strokes me.
