Page 21 of Gemini Hunted
Let’s just say V’s not the only warlock in my harem who isn’t thrilled about Zephyr and Ronin hooking back up.
Ash is protective of Zephyr.
And Vasili’s over-the-top possessive of Ronin.
But for me and the two most directly affected—Ronin and Zephyr—their reconciliation means everything. Those two are in love, they have been for years, and they’re so beautiful together.
Anyway.
Everyone in this room is waiting for my answer.
“Yeah,” I say softly, eyeing the Horn. “That’s it.”
To my enhanced senses, especially this new clairvoyance I’ve barely started to channel, the ancient artifact hums and throbs with power. It’s an enchanted object—a fertility talisman—and the potency of its siren song is magnified tenfold by the sex demon who’s holding it.
A sigh slips past my breathless lips. “That’s the Horn of Ceres all right. The question is… what’s this demon planning to do with it?”
“Tell you true, that depends on you.” Mordred’s smoky stare lingers on my mouth in a speculative way that makes me suddenly warm and breathless.
Shit.
I have to actively resist the impulse to lick my lips.
The demon tilts the talisman so we can all admire the jeweled glyphs that sparkle in all that gold. The ancient sigils of the zodiac, a fortune in priceless gems, that signify the twelve witching world houses. Runes for fertility and abundance spiral around the golden crescent.
“Me?” Fighting like hell the sex magic this guy’s pumping out by the gallon, I plant a hand on my waist and pop my hip like Cleo on the runway. “Okay, Aquaman. I’ll bite. What do you want from me?”
The demon’s violet gaze slides slowly over my body, curves disguised by Neo’s Academy sweatshirt, legs showcased by my yoga pants. Under the heat of his stare, my sparkly toes curl in the carpet.
His slow grin widens till his white teeth gleam.
He has pointed incisors like Zephyr and all the Dark Fae, pointed ears peeking through that wet spill of midnight blue hair dripping seawater halfway down his back. Those ear tips are erogenous zones for a Fae—
But I don’t know why I’m thinking about erogenous zones at this exact moment.
No, really. I don’t.
“Told you last night in Avalon.” The demon’s muscled shoulders flex in an easy shrug. “I want in. Wanna hop on board the harem train and ride, baby, ride.”
Neo sucks in a shocked gasp, loud in the startled silence.
“Aw, crap,” Ash mutters.
“Bloomin’ hell.” Ronin chuffs out a mean chuckle that makes me suddenly recall he used to be one of my bullies. “Keep dreaming, mate.”
But Vasili—who’s by far the most territorial alpha in this room (because Max is thankfully not present) and who should therefore be losing his everloving shit—only smirks.
What the fuck?
For a fraction of a second, V’s icy blue stare connects with Mordred’s. Something sneaky passes between those two that rouses all my suspicions to tingling alert.
That’s when my gaze lands on the delicate twin punctures where Mordred’s neck meets his shoulder.
We don’t have vampires in the witching world (I mean, that I know about. Until this week, I didn’t know demons were a thing either.)
But I do know that’s a fresh mating bite.
And it’s a bite I fucking recognize.
