Page 149 of Gemini Hunted
Blinding pleasure gathers at the base of my spine, coils in my balls, and boils down my shaft. I erupt with a shout into Ronin’s pistoning fist, my cock spasming wildly in his grip, and anoint all three of us with a generous libation of royal Unseelie semen.
The ruthless rhythm of my fist around Ronin’s cock ignites him too. The heavy ring of his piercing bounces against my fingers. The hot splatter of his cum drenches my hand and drips obscenely down my torso.
From the Horn of Ceres, a kaleidoscope of colored light shatters against the walls.
The wild display bathes the golden ceiling and paints the writhing tangle of our naked bodies in flickers of pink and violet and cobalt fire. The howl of Lucius’ wolf, the bellow of my beloved Ash finding his own release with our sweet Neo, and my bride’s triumphant scream of climax make my ears ring.
Even the kitten voices a startled mew.
The empathic bond I share with my dragon, standing sentinel over the crypt stairs to protect us during this precious sacred interlude, hums with Xhevith’s excitement and satisfaction and love.
Completely spent and sated in every conceivable way, I slump limp and boneless into my lovers’ embrace. In a momentof weakness, I even deign to allow my forehead to rest on the convenient shelf of Vasili’s shoulder.
I breathe in deep his powerful mating scent. Caramel and musk and birchwood.
“Now… by the moon… I forgive you…” I pant into the pounding pulse under my lips “…for the kraken.”
“Hells’ bells, cuz. Will youpleaseget over yourself?” The familiar drawl of Mordred’s voice snaps my head up with a cry.
My eye locks on the familiar annoyance of a flamboyant cousin who’s taller, more muscled, more liked, more sought-after in our youth than a sullen, bookish, introverted slim-boned Fae like myself could ever hope to be.
Mordred is fully himself again, more’s the pity. I am exposed to the full effect of his midnight-blue hair and copper skin and the twin dimples bracketing his goatee in a mocking grin.
“Mordred,” Vasili murmurs, still spent but visibly pleased to see the sex demon bane of my entire existence lurking at our side. “Thank fuck. It seems our public orgy has achieved the intended effect.”
At the moment, I cannot see past him to the sea dragon. Cleopatra. She is my cousin, her Dark Fae sire was my uncle, and I would not wish her ill—if not for her monumental offenses against Zara.
But my rivalry with Mordred has always been personal.
“Sure did, babydoll. Y’all saved me from a long and boring life as a water ornament.” My cousin’s white teeth flash in his dark face. But his keen purple eyes never veer from mine. “Listen up, Cousin Z. Cuz I’m only gonna say this once.”
“Go ahead,” I say, with as much lordly dignity as I can muster in my current disheveled state, filthy and dripping with three men’s semen. “Since it seems I cannot prevent thee.”
Gently Mordred engulfs my chin in his big hand—greatly to my shock, since we haven’t touched in years.
“Growing up,” he says, low and earnest, “I never wanted your throne. That was always yours. I ain’t my asshole brother.Hewanted your throne, and I ain’t sorry he’s dead. All I ever wanted wasyou.”
“Er…” Utterly befuddled in a most unroyal way, I blink up at him, not at all certain I trust the evidence of my own keen Fae senses. “But you… me…”
“It’s appalling, really,” Vasili intervenes, amusement dancing in his pretty eyes. “It’s practically incestuous. The two of you are literally cousins.”
“Second cousins, once removed.” Still cupping my chin in his big hand, Mordred gives Vasili a playful wink. “That shit’s even legal in the mortal realm.”
“Got a point, he does,” Ronin murmurs, nuzzling my shoulder. “What d’you think, love?”
In truth, I hardly know what to think. I require a moment to ponder my options. All too clearly, my bride has accepted this insurrectionist sex demon Unseelie kraken into her bed and her heart. That much became apparent when she fucked him and bit him in the crypt. As for Mordred, he chose to remain with her—with all of us—willingly. Even after we broke his summoning bond.
These others in our harem—especially Vasili—seem prepared to give the demon the benefit of the doubt.
Well, I am king now. Crowned and throned. Safely wedded to my royal bride. Even if he wished, Mordred can no longer supplant me as the Dark Fae King.
Also, there is the matter of that incendiary closet kiss we shared at my Avalon Academy birthday party all those years ago.
The kiss I’ve never quite forgotten, if I’m being honest (as I must be, for a Dark Fae cannot lie).
Mordred’s fingers tighten infinitesimally on my jaw. He doesn’t like to show it, but he’s afraid of what I’ll say.
Afraid of being hurt.
