Page 105 of Gemini Hunted
I’m nearly certain Maxim, at least, has managed to plant a pea in our girl’s pod. For him, getting Zara pregnant is literally the pinnacle of a lifelong ambition.
But a dragon shifter queen, like a cat, can carry fertilized eggs from multiple mates. God knows, I don’t intend to stop fucking Zara until her womb is stuffed to bursting with little Vasilis and Vasilisas (the female version of my name).
If I play this right, we might even slip a sweet little Vasilisa Lucia Gemini bun into Zara’s thoroughly preheated oven right here and now.
“Yeah, you should tap that, if she’s down for it,” Mordred says to me gruffly, still huddled at my feet in a manner that’s both promising and worrisome. “You and Lucius both. Me, I can wait.”
With a start, I realize that demon is reading my mind. He’s no natural telepath and neither am I. But we’re linked through our mating bond.
Exactly as Imeantus to be linked when I bit him.
Even though my secret motive for summoning and biting him—to rid this harem of our odious common rival, the Dark Fae King—no longer seems quite so pressing.
“Lucius is otherwise occupied at the moment. But fear not, sweet demon. I’m entirely capable of fucking both of you.” I grace Mordred with my sultry smirk. “Since you’re both in need. Zara, darling, why don’t you go first?”
Zara gives me her own sidelong grin, because of course she loves it when I let my alpha out. But her immediate priority, very clearly, is Mordred.
She drops to sit beside him on the ledge, back propped against the gloomy Roman-era sarcophagus that presumably holds the bones of some tedious witching world ancestor. Above her long stockings, her skirt rides high to expose her tanned thighs.
While Mordred and I both leer at all that deliciously exposed leg, she strokes his hair back gently to inspect his bite.Even from six feet away in a shadowy tomb, my twin punctures, inflamed and angry, stand out against his corded throat.
When the demon flinches at her gentle touch, my heart gives a highly unsnakelike lurch.
Dear fuck.
Clearly, Mordred isn’t the only one sensing the insidious tug of a mating bond snapping into place.
I just hope I’m not catching, well,feelings.
Being irrevocably in love with one witch and our multiple warlocks is dangerous enough. Literally the last thing I need is to add this incubus to my enemies’ hit list of not-so-secret Goblin King vulnerabilities.
“Easy there, Aquaman,” Zara croons at the demon to soothe him while she inspects his bite. “I’m just looking.”
“‘S’okay,” Mordred mumbles, head hanging. “You should fuck your alpha. I can wait.”
He says it like someone who’s resigned to waiting. Like someone who’s used to it. Like someone who’s been waiting his whole life to be someone’s—anyone’s—first choice.
Well, he isn’t wrong. Even I didn’t bite him for his own sake.
I bit him to help Zara, but also (secretly) to helpme.
To help me get rid of Zephyr.
Now,mostinconveniently, an unexpected shoot of… sympathy… for this infernal creature unfurls in the depths of my black and twisted heart.
Yes, sympathy. Even kinship.
Because, until Ronin and Zara and the others came along, I was never anyone’s first choice either.
I’m still looming over them, startled by my extremely rare moment of selfless understanding, when Zara says gently, “Yeah, no, we’re not waiting, Mordred. You need this right now.”
As delicate and deadly as that terrifying feline concealed like a weapon in Neo’s duffel, Zara leans in to sweep her tongue up the sex demon’s throat.
Right over his inflamed bite.
A low baritone groan rumbles from his bare chest. It’s a resonant sound, laced with profound relief and aching hunger.
“That’s it,” she whispers, licking his bite in long slow swipes like melting ice cream on a scorching summer day. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
