Page 32 of Gemini Hunted
Jesus.
I’m so into this whole idea of those two finally getting together, I’m surprised I don’t burst into flames on the spot.
Neo’s jaw falls open. In fact, he’s so startled by Zephyr’s totally unexpected concession that he drops the armful of wet towels he just gathered. Ignoring the mess at his feet, he gropes blindly to adjust his glasses, like that’s gonna help him hear better.
“Oh, fuck me.” Ronin surges to his knees and grips Lucius’ shoulder till his knuckles whiten. “Am I hearing this shit?”
“A king for a king,” Zephyr breathes into the spellbound stillness. “That seems only fitting, does it not?”
Abruptly I decide the whole tricky subject of the incubus in our guest bedroom can definitely wait. The next few minutes are gonna be way too good to interrupt.
Because I’m still hugging Zephyr to warm him all the way up, I can feel the tension running through his lithe naked frame. The tight flex of his ass presses into my hips. The ripply twist of his abs twitches under my palms.
“However, I won’t come at your call like a dog,” the Dark Fae states. “If I am indeed the lover you wish to pleasure tonight, Romanov, then you’ll come to me. That token of your respect, I do require.”
The air floods with the sudden scent of my own pheromones—sharp and sweet, like creamy peaches. That biochemical hit of my arousal affects all my guys. There isn’t a limp dick within smelling distance, so that extra dash of hormones ratchets the tension in here to the breaking point.
I swallow hard and bite my lip.
Shit, shit, shit. I want this for these two. I want it so bad I can taste it.
But V… he’s… unpredictable.
He’ll never admit it, but he feels threatened by Zephyr.
That makes him even more dangerous.
Vasili shifts into motion and saunters forward. The deck lights limn his supple frame and gilded mane, but cast his face into shadow. When he glides into the cone of light from the bedside lamp, the illumination lends his pale skin a warmth he usually lacks. Without the smoky eyeliner and shimmery lip gloss that play up his ’80s punk rock glam, his sharp chiseled features are naked.
Exposed.
But he’s still so dangerous.
As he looms over Zephyr, his ice-blue eyes glitter like that glacier must’ve done with theTitanic’s floodlights bearing down. A deadly warning—received too late.
Graceful as a Siren, regal as a king, Vasili sinks slowly to his knees.
Still wrapped in my arms from behind, Zephyr is wary and tight as a coiled spring. Not unwisely, he’s poised for one of Vasili’s nasty tricks.
Even violence.
Behave yourself, Goblin King, I whisper through our bond.He’s one of us now. He really is. Be nice to him for me.
Vasili’s diamond eyes flash, sharp with spite. His vicious stare never leaves our Unseelie. Those two are locked together, eyeball to eyeball, like cobra and mongoose in a fighting pit. But Vasili’s head inclines, very slightly, to acknowledge he’s heard me.
“You’d better make this… accommodation… worth my while, Your Radiance,” V says on a savage hiss. “Or I fucking swear to you, I’ll bite off your imperial cock and swallow it.”
Guess that’s Vasili’s version of being nice.
Chapter Eight
Zephyr
By the moon.
There’s certainly something in the air tonight.
I’ve been hard as granite since the moment I entered this sex-drenched room. I’ve been straining for control since well before this sweet Mercury boy stripped me naked and my luscious bride pressed her soft breasts against my back.
