Page 75 of Gemini Kings
“Vasili…” I say miserably. “Zara and Ronin… they need you upstairs—”
“I told you to be silent. I’m well aware.” He licks my spunk from his fingers with a delicate tongue, while I sprawl panting and despoiled across the sink under his unsparing eye. Gradually, the combination of the taste of me on his tongue and the sight of me drooping and contrite (and corrupted) restores that wicked gleam to his eye.
“Now then,” he says at last, sounding much more in control, “get yourself cleaned up and come to bed.”
I blink at him and try to pull my head together. “Actually…”
He swoops to collect his discarded coat from the floor. “Or you can just come as you are, you naughty boy. I’m sure both Zara and Ronin will appreciate the effect. Although the sight of his star pupil all undone and ruined like this will probably give poor Lucius a stroke.”
Before I can muster enough brain cells to answer him, to explain why this isn’t as straightforward as he seems to think, he’s vanished.
Which means I don’t have the chance to tell him that nothing he’s done to me tonight has made things right for him with Lucius.
And what I’ve done in here myself tonight, lying to Vasili so clumsily and rousing all his viperish suspicions, has just made that trust problem in my fated mate’s harem a whole lot worse.
Chapter Fifteen
Zara
I sneak out of our bedroom at midnight.
This is all so wrong.
I shouldn’t be sneaking around the ice-cold halls of thedomusalone, hastily bundled back into my leggings and Neo’s abandoned sweater which were the easiest things to find in the dark, while Ronin tosses and sweats and mutters with mating fever in our bed and Vasili sleeps beside him, rigid and unapproachable as a sphinx.
The Goblin King showed up tonight reeking of Neo, barely explained what happened to make him that way, then just got more and more grimly uncommunicative as the hours ticked by, with neither Neo nor Lucius showing up.
On the one hand, I could scream that I missed Neo and Vasili finally hooking up, even though they’re allowed to, even without me being there, even if they didn’t fuck. We’re all allowed to be with each other however we want, you know, in all the ways, as long as it stays within the polycule. Those are the rules I insisted on and the guys agreed to, even if we’re all still getting used to this whole poly relationship, and to each other.
On the other hand, the Goblin King apparently showed a surprising degree of restraint (under the circumstances, because Neo’sreallyhard to resist when he’s begging). Vasili left plenty of firsts involving my fated mate undone for the five of us to explore together.
On theotherother hand (how many hands is this now?), this fucking superheat is looming.
Hormonally speaking, I’m off the charts.
As I tiptoe down the upstairs hall in my stocking feet, I finally have to admit all isnotwell in my harem. I’m really starting to wonder whether my fit of rebellion against this whole queen cage I’m locked into, plus the satisfaction of getting back at Xiao for betraying me, was worth what it’s done to the five of us.
Ever since we got back, Neo wants something from us he’s clearly not getting. I can feel it, whatever it is, and his longing for that thing is making me crazy. And Lucius is still so disappointed with all of us—but especially with Vasili—and so worried Vasili will be expelled and/or fired and our poly family will be broken. My wolf shifter clearly has his paws full trying to keep all that from happening.
I’m actually starting to worry that all of us could be expelled over that stunt we pulled, especially if the Senate and the AIB (the Arcane Investigative Bureau, which is the FBI of the witching world, but much scarier, and with fewer rules) can’t cover it up.
Then there’s the fact that we all need to pass our midterms.
Somehow.
With all this going down, it just doesn’t feel right banging Ronin and Vasili into a panting, cum-sticky mess tonight. Not with half our guys hanging back and that amorous dragon lurking right downstairs.
Here’s the bottom line.
I don’t feel safe.
I don’t feel safe perched on the edge of this goddamn superheat.
I don’t feel safe fuckinganyonewith my lethal and unpredictable new powers. I definitely don’t feel safe fucking without all four of my guys involved to ground me.
Which means this heat isreallyfucking with me.
And it hasn’t even really hit yet.
