Page 38 of Gemini Hunted
A furious flush of color races across the elegant slant of his cheekbones.
“For fuck’s sake! You know I despise infants!” My dominant alpha tightens his grip and looms over me, venomous with wrath.
“Yeah. So you keep saying.” I snort. “AllI’msaying is, that’s a lotta exclamation marks for a guy who doesn’t give a shit.”
That genderfluid dragon he shifts into (who apparently carries eggs that could potentially get fertilized, which is a totally new discovery, who knew?) Anyway. Vasili carrying fertilizable eggs in dragon form is an off-limits topic.
Still, even if we’re not talking about it, he and Maxhavestarted fucking while they’re both shifted.
Which is pretty sus, if you ask me.
I shift my hand from V’s slim waist to the taut plane of his cheek, glittering with the icy dust of late-night stubble.
It’s a novel sensation, having him all raspy like that.
He’s been so unsettled tonight, with a horny demon lurking next door and me all pissy right here, that he hasn’t even shaved the way he normally does, persecuting any follicle of hair that dares to sprout anywhere on his body with fanatical zeal.
“If it’s not about me, is this about you—I mean, uh, your dragon getting pregnant?” I say carefully. “Because, like, the witching world needs witches. We’d all be totally into that, I would too, if you and Max wanted—”
“Silence!”Incandescent with fury, he twists my arm like a licorice stick, grips my waist in a ruthless hand, and drives me backward across the carpet. Clearly, he’s not even gonna let me finish.
With a sigh, I let my free hand drop from his intriguingly raspy cheek.
“Still a sore subject then,” I say tartly. “Clearly. But I definitely wanna talk about you and Max at some point.”
“What a pity.” His cold eyes gleam like stars as his body presses into me. “There’s nothing about me and Max that I particularly care to discuss.”
Annoyance sizzles in my chest like heartburn. “Yeah, well, you’re not the only one in this relationship. I don’t want Max hurt.”
“He won’t be.” To shut me up, he gives me a good shove. (Like somehow that’s gonna prove his whole point.)
Under V’s twisting weight, the backs of my knees hit the back of the bed. Then I’m toppling backward onto the mattress, arms and hair flying around me, almost clobbering Lucius—who ducks with a startled snarl, but never stops driving that knot of his into Ronin in a frenzy.
Vasili uncoils and lands on top of me, catching his weight on his arms to pin me beneath him. His eager cock nudges my closed thighs till I squirm.
“Alright, loves?” Ronin stops moaning and writhing long enough to check.
Braced on hands and knees with his muscular ass in the air and his golden skin sheened with sweat while our wildhalf-shifted headmaster pounds into him from behind, Ronin Pendragon is a thing of beauty and power.
Sweet fuck.
Lucius is wrecking his hole with that knot.
“We should be asking you that.” I turn my head fully to Ronin. That warlock of mine is a wicked telepath and he’s clearly okay—more than okay—with getting dicked and knotted by our prof.
But actual consent is always good to get. And Vasili in particular could use a role model.
“You shitting me? With V and Zeph finally hooking up like that?” Ronin’s face lights up with his savage grin. “I’m right as rain, love.”
With a growl, Lucius fists Ronin’s hair and shoves his face roughly into the pillow.
Yowsa.
Looks like both my alphas in this bed are losing their shit.
Especially when Vasili twists up to sit, pins me to the bed with a brutal hand around my throat, straddles my thighs, then darts a hand under the pillow. He emerges with a knife from his hidden stash.
Despite his punishing grip on my throat, I give a good yell. Damn it, I know where he’s going with this.
