Page 141 of Gemini Hunted
Mr. Romanov’s brow folds in a frown. He glides a step forward, but V’s casting hand flashes out in warning. Our alpha’s telekinesis sweeps his father violently a good six feet back.
So much for family reconciliation.
I guess the Romanovs don’t do that.
Before that snake Vasili can do anything worse to his awful parent, my cherished one steps decisively between them. She looks so completely fuckable in her little skirt and V’s blazer, with her teal curls swinging to her saucy ass, that I’m totally distracted.
Not to mention the way she’s flushed and scenting and sexed up in our mating bond.
“I feel like we’re getting off track here,” Zara announces in her queen voice. Her glittery finger rises to emphasize. “The first priority is busting Mordred free from that ossification curse. Period. That’s Number One.”
While Vasili regains his composure and Mr. Romanov straightens his clothing with an irritated tug, I give my wonderful fated mate my full attention.
Eyeing Mr. Romanov, Zara sighs and unfolds a second finger. “We gotta save Cleo too, I guess. That’s Number Two. Even though she definitelyisn’tjoining this harem, and that’s final. Besides, I think she’s got Milan Fashion Week coming up or something.”
“It’s Paris. She does Milan in September,” V’s dad mutters, showing a level of familiarity with Cleo’s celebrity supermodel schedule that I find interesting.
“Oh, right. But let’s not forget the biggie.” Zara’s third finger shoots up. “The sooner we start saving the witching world, the better. That shit can’t wait, like,at all. The witchingpopulation literally gets smaller every day. Every witch and warlock who dies needs to be replaced just to stop the decline. But what we really need to do is reverse it.”
Now her queen voice becomes her sex voice and drops two octaves. “By fucking. All of us. Now that I’m really queen.”
My precious one’s sex voice squeezes my dick like a hand. All the blood in my body gathers in my shaft. Every guy in our polycule shifts and discreetly adjusts his fly.
“Sign me the fuck up for that, love,” Ronin says huskily. “Sign us all up.”
“Should we go back to thedomusthen?” I ask hopefully, with visions of Zara’s big medieval bed dancing in my head.
Zara turns thoughtfully to eye the WNN news cam overlooking the scene from its selfie stick. Slowly she says, in her breathy Marilyn Monroe voice, “No, baby. I think we’ll do it here.”
Instantly the temperature in this room spikes at least ten degrees hotter.
Ash stops rubbing my back and sucks in an audible breath. Zephyr stops prowling the confines of the room and pivots sharply to face Zara, swords bristling over his shoulders, face intense behind his eyepatch. Lucius’ brow furrows and, even though we don’t share a mating bond since he hasn’t bitten me (yet), I know he’s worried about his professorial dignity.
But only until Zara locks onto our headmaster’s pensive face. Then her lush lips curl in a grin that’s pure mischief. “You up for that, Teach?”
“I…” Lucius clears his throat and glances uncomfortably at Mr. Romanov, who happens to be a trustee on the school board.
“They can’t fire you,” I point out to Lucius helpfully. “You’re about to be crowned king. We’ll all have honorary seats on the school board. We’d outvote the opposition if they tried.”
Lucius’ fierce gaze shifts to Zara and turns wolfish. He’s just so intensely aware of her right now, the way we all are. All her mates. Her scent of creamy peaches, the intoxicating scent of her fertility, perfumes the air like incense.
Her pink tongue sneaks out to moisten the full bow of her upper lip. At the sight, Lucius’ fangs drop and his eyes pulse red.
Zara saunters across the floor to wrap her arms around his neck. That move makes her skirt ride up until the pert swell of her ass peeks out.
At the sight, Maxim snarls and closes in behind her. He and Lucius have a thing building between them too, it’s been really sweet to watch. When Max wraps his possessive arms around Zara’s hips, he’s also holding Lucius. His golden dragon eyes look imploring, like he’s begging Lucius to love both of them. I don’t think it’s a look Lucius can resist for long.
A low continuous growl rises from Lucius’ chest.
To me, that sounds like a growl of anticipation.
Vasili smirks at the scorching scene that’s igniting right in front of us, then crooks a playful finger at Zephyr. “In that case, I do believe I’ll call in that little favor you owe me now, Your Radiance. Dark Fae King to Goblin King.”
It takes me a minute to remember Zephyr owes V a blow job. In exchange for the one V gave Zephyr on my dad’s yacht.
Oh my gosh.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Ronin mutters, sharing a heated look with me. “About bloody time for those two, innit?”
