Page 83 of Gemini Kings
“Why, because I wasn’t raised in a homophobic fundamentalist culture? Because I come from such a Betty Crocker perfect family myself? Or because I’m just too stupid?” My voice and my power are both rising. Which means I want out of this pool and away from him.
Like, now.
At this point, he’s a seething cauldron of emotions. Anger. Resistance. Determination. All swirling around some shameful secret he’s desperate to hide. And of course the reason I know all this, the reason Ifeelthis emotional shitstorm that’s raging through him so intimately, is because we’re forming a fucking mating bond.
Goddamn it. I could scream with frustration.
I don’t want this bond with him.
I hate him.
I glare at him like I can shoot lightning from my eyes. Which isn’t a gift I’ve manifested (yet). He glares right back with his own flaming eyes like some demented Smaug fromThe Hobbit. His ruthless Slavic face settles in stubborn lines.
“I do not wish to discuss Vasili Romanov,” he growls. “I came to this place to be with you—”
“That was a waste of your dragon frequent flyer miles, buddy.” I plant my hands on my hips and lift my chin. “I’ve already got four hot warlock cocks locked and loaded to get me through this superheat without any worries about me laying a clutch of eggs afterward like a damn chicken. Far as I can tell, having you close is just making it worse. You should go straight back to where you came from.”
His voice drops two octaves to a snarl. “I will go nowhere without you. We will rule these mortal skies together.”
He reaches for me. I sweep his arm aside, the flash of contact hard enough to bruise. Thunder grumbles in the cold winter sky.
“I’m only saying this once, dragon. Back off.”
His eyes smolder with dragonfire. My own dragon is bugling for him and bating her wings in a frenzy.
Her inner voice scorches through me.We crave. We need. We burn!! If you will not rise, then open your legs for him.
To my alarm, his determined frown gives way to a crafty smile.
Because of course he hears every word.
Great.
Now he knows my own goddamn dragon’s firmly on his side.
“Our dragons both desire this, my Zara.” His pupils blow wide and his voice goes dark with intent. “I swear to you, I have never desired anything or anyone under God in heaven the way I desire you. You are my love. You are my fate. And I am not alone in this desire.”
He closes the last few inches between us. My own traitor body is literally on fire for him, and fuck my need for control. I want him to shove me back against the pool wall, shred my thong with his dragon claws, thrust that barbed cock so deep inside me I can taste him in my throat, and fuck me till I’m drenched and dripping with dragon seed.
The wordnoflashes in my brain like a hazard light. I want him. I hate him. I need him. I fear him.
Most of all, I fearrisingwith him.
And I sure as shit won’t do it alone.
Not without the rest of my warlocks.
Since we’ve already established that I’m not gonna summon lightning in this pool, and since he’s way too close now for me to scramble out without him catching me, there’s only one way out of this.
I fold my knees, plunge underwater, push off the wall with a powerful shove, and shoot past him into open water.
And because we’re linked now, and my shifter senses are getting so keen, Ifeelhim twisting and knifing after me through the waves. It’s like a mock version of that mating flight he’s jonesing for. But it’s underwater.
And there’s nothing playful about it.
I’m swimming for my life.
If he catches me, he’ll fuck me.
