Page 98 of Gemini Hunted
I give my wolf an appreciative grin, then squeeze in beside my demon—I mean,thedemon. I breathe in a hit of the mouthwatering saltwater taffy scent that rises from all his exposed skin, then reach to aim V’s beam purposefully down the tunnel. “I figured I’d go first. With my lightning.”
“Oh dear fuck. Here we go again,” Vasili murmurs.
Mordred exchanges a level look with V, which reminds me those two share a telepathic bond since that mating bite.
Then the demon winks at me. “You’re the ruling royal, for real, and your rival wants you dead. You gotta stop thinking like a cat burglar and start thinking like a queen. Let the rest of us protect you. You know, for a change.”
I gaze up (way up) into the kraken’s clever purple eyes.
Well, great.
Now I’m literally getting trust lessons from a summoned demon.
A demon so hot he steals my breath. Behind that forked blue beard and that tangle of wet blue curls and the dusky skin stretched over those strong bones and shining like copper in the spooky light, there’s someone a lot less confident, less cocky, lessI don’t give a fuckthan the swaggering sex demon he lets the rest of the world see.
But I saw him… therealhim… the guy he hides away… when we kissed.
Under all that sexy, the kraken is lonely.
My inner dragon croons in sympathy. One of those bird trills I vocalize since I started shifting. In reply, a baritone purr rumbles from the kraken’s chest.
“For once, the sex demon isn’t thinking with his delectable dinky.” Vasili gives the incubus a cool nod of approval that brings out Mordred’s dimples. That demon loves to be praised, a useful fact I file carefully away for later. “Let McSnicker lead, with Jae and Lucius. Their wolfish noses are what’s needed, along with that location spell.”
Jae Labête snarls in agreement and moves to the front, where Mallory’s already standing with her broad-beam flashlight ready. Lucius tucks away his gradebook and moves alertly out in front.
V’s sharp stare shifts to me. “Little queen, you and Neo and Mordred—with the Horn—you’re in the middle. With me.”
“’Tis my place then to guard your back, my bride,” Zephyr says with satisfaction, moving right into place like he and V have shared sentry duty a million times. “Along with this one. Dracomir Guðmundur Mars, is it not?”
I’m not even a little surprised that my Dark Fae King has sussed out Draco’s full name. That’s how Unseelie witchcraft works. In Dark Fae culture (as I’m learning, since I’m now the Dark Fae Queen), just speaking someone’s full name out loud is a threat. And the only reason I can fathom for Zephyr to threaten Draco is because, just a few minutes ago, Draco threatened V.
What is even happening between those two warlocks of mine?
The Goblin King and the Dark Fae King.
Are they now… allies?
“Marriage of convenience,” Vasili whispers in my ear, with a wicked swipe of tongue that makes me shiver. The Fae aren’t the only ones whose ears are erogenous. “With separate beds.”
While Mordred gently helps Neo tuck our drowsy kitten safely in her carrier and everyone else queues up for the catacombs, I give my dominant alpha a disappointed look.
“Separate beds? Where’s the fun in that?”
“He means I’ll need to seduce him like a skittish medieval virgin on her bridal night.” Zephyr’s cool silver voice slides along my other ear like a caress. His fist knots in my ponytail and tightens to drag my head back. “With your collaboration, my queen, ’tis a challenge I fully mean to master.”
Vasili wraps one arm around my waist and reaches past my tummy with the other to trail his languid black-nailed hand over Zephyr’s dragonscale codpiece.
Even through his armor, the light contact makes the Dark Fae groan.
“Good luck with that, Your Tumescence,” V whispers against my throat with a wicked chuckle.
Sandwiched between two of the deadliest guys in the tunnel, I breathe in Zephyr’s scent of burnt amber and sunbaked dragonhide, mingled with the musk and caramel of V’s Mogadon mating scent. While my Dark Fae exposes my throat with that fist wrapped around my ponytail, my snake hums with pleasure and bends to drag his hot tongue down my jugular. His wicked fangs graze my skin with the silent threat (or promise) of yet another mating bite.
Yowsa.
The potent hit of Vasili’s pheromones and mine, swirling through these close confines, almost takes the top of my head off.
Honestly speaking, this shit’s enough to make us all horny.
