Page 85 of Gemini Hunted
But that sex demon’s a major distraction.
Water glistens along the bronze plane of his pecs and trickles down the luscious bulge of his biceps. The indigo sleeve of his tattoo sheathes his arm from shoulder to knuckles. The wet tangle of his midnight-blue hair spills over broad shoulders.
His hot purple eyes slide down my naked body like a lick of tongue. That look tightens my nipples and pools honey in my cunny.
God, I’m in trouble.
Just a look from this guy’s enough to make me wet.
When he catches me watching, his dimples pop. “So… group hug?”
“Uh, no group hug. Not when half of us are nakey,” I manage to say. “Nice try though.”
“Can’t blame a guy for askin’, true?” He grins at me. “I’m a sex demon, baby queen. And you’re sexy as fuck. Plus nakey. You and the prof both.” He leans to one side a little to check out Lucius. “The way I see it, it’d be rude not to ask.”
I don’t need to see Lucius to know he’s blushing.
My headmaster, raised by his very traditional Hungarian grandpa in an actual castle, is uber-reserved and modest in front of strangers. Hell, the way that incubus is eyeing my exposed ass (since my exposed front is still engulfed in Zephyr and V) is even makingmeblush
“There you are, demon,” Vasili sniffs. Even looking kinda the worse for wear, with dust clinging to his mascara, he manages a snaky sneer. “I felt certain you’d abandoned us.”
Mordred’s easy grin stays in place, but his sly eyes narrow. “Y’all told me to hide, not fight. You’re my summoner. When you’re silent, I got me some leeway. But when you issue orders, I gotta do what you say. You don’t like the result? Gimme more leeway next time, babydoll.”
“Duly noted,” V murmurs. “And don’t call me babydoll. How’s that for an order?”
Mordred gives him a pout, then a playful wink. Vasili turns away with a huff and wanders over to investigate the rubble-strewn tunnel—now mostly clear, thanks to the kraken’s efforts.
Mordred watches him go with eyes that smolder like purple embers.
One of the things I find most appealing about our temporary sex demon ally is that he’s a true pansexual and so damn open about it. As far as I can tell, he has zero sexual hangups of any kind. (Which is kinda refreshing, given the history of our polycule.) He’s straightforward about being as much into my guys as he’s into me.
And the fact that I’m even thinking about his sexuality instead of the reassuring bulge of the Horn of Ceres in his messenger bag tells me he’s doing it again.
Sexing us up.
We don’t have time for this shit, for real.
With some difficulty, I avert my gaze from Mordred’s sexy smirk to the backpack now resting near Zephyr’s booted feet.
“Is that Max’s pack?” I ask. “Because if it is, I’ve got clothes in there. I need ’em.” Being a shifter, I’ve learned to plan ahead for that shit.
“If you must.” Zephyr eyes my naked curves with a hungry look, then passes me the pack and pivots to plant his lean body squarely between me and Mordred’s lascivious stare.
“Sorry, but I gotta.” I’m afraid to ask, but I need to know. “If this is Max’s pack, then where’s Max?”
Over the crossed swords that rise above his shoulders, the Dark Fae twists to bare his tiny fangs at me in a feral grin. “That dragon of yours is a most fearsome beast. I rather approve of your taste, my bride.”
“Glad to hear it, Your Transcendence,” I drawl. “So where is he?”
“I’ve sent him ahead to the Vault, along with Ash and Ronin and Xhevith, to sow terror and dismay among your enemies,” Zephyr says with fiendish relish. “As your advance guard, they’ll prepare the way admirably for your royal arrival. With any luck, they’ll also draw off some of your four-legged pursuers.”
“Oh, thank fuck.” For at least the third time in the past ten minutes, a surge of debilitating relief for the safety of my guys sends me for a loop like a corkscrew coaster. A breath I didn’t even realize I was holding rushes out of my lungs in a whoosh.
The hills and plummets of this adrenaline surge I’m riding are exhausting. I’d like nothing more than to get off this carnival ride.
But first, I gotta get this Horn back into the Vault and Cleo’s aerobicized ass outta my throne.
I lock onto Zephyr’s keen jade stare and lean in to cup the hard plane of his cheek in a gentle hand. “Thank you for that, Your Radiance. Thanks for taking care of my guys.”
