Page 31 of Gemini Hunted
I lean into the hot suck of his mouth. His deft tongue teases the piercings along the curve of my upper ear. The sting of a tiny fang pricks my earlobe. A tingly warmth races down my neck to make me shiver. Ears are foreplay for him, and I’m more than willing to go where he’s leading.
Still, I hesitate to answer that question about the Horn—and exactly how we nabbed it. “Uh, yeah, we got it. But…”
“Worth it then.” Zephyr eases back and drops the damp towel carelessly to the floor. He surrenders to Neo’s anxious ministrations with a bone-deep sigh that breathes fatigue, accepting the attention with the innate ease of a male born and bred to be king. “By the moon, Neo Mercury, I swear you are Goddess-sent.”
“Gosh, no, it’s nothing.” Neo is pulling Zephyr’s armor down his legs and helping him slither out of it, while I simultaneously share body heat and lend a hand from behind. So I can’t see our bookworm’s face.
But I know he’s blushing with happiness.
“You are indeed something. Both of you,” Zephyr says softly, turning to nuzzle the side of my neck. “Sweet boy. And my sweet bride.”
I quiver under the brush of his cool mouth against my hot skin. My pulse kicks up and my nipples tingle. I breathe out a moan and lean into him. My fingers graze his flat belly to brush his wiry lick of pubic hair.
Like the rest of his hair, it’s green.
I never meant to marry the guy legally (according to Unseelie lore) the night he and I broke the curse that was killing his people back on Avalon. Because I fully intend to marry my whole polycule together, officially, over here.
I mean, when I’m crowned.
Still, at some point, I’ve stopped protesting when Zephyr calls me his bride.
Firmly I clear my head and fortify my resolve so I can kinda, you know, warn my Dark Fae about that incubus—his mortal enemy—who’s shacking up next door.
“I can heat you some goulash in the galley?” Neo offers hopefully, rising with his arms full of dripping dragonscale. “Just let me hang this in the bathroom to dry—”
“I am not hungry,” Zephyr says softly. “For food.”
A fresh jolt of tension hums and crackles through the still air.
In unison, we all glance toward Vasili.
While Neo and I fuss over his rival, the Goblin King has withdrawn to sulk near the window, eyes shuttered and face in shadow, with the deck lights glowing through his silver hair like a halo. His tall silhouette lurks, lean and sinewy, against the glass.
Still naked, still hard, still wicked.
I love him. I always will. He’s my snake.
But, when it comes to him and Zephyr, I don’t trust my own alpha.
Sure, V might’ve made the tactical choice to ease back (temporarily) on the bullying. But that sexual command he gave the Dark Fae King still echoes in the air between them like an incantation.
“Am I correct in deducing, Vasili Romanov,” Zephyr murmurs, “that you’d relish my imperial tongue wrapped around your pretty cock?”
Still leaning into Zephyr’s lean back with my arms wrapped around his waist and my chin perched on his shoulder, my mouth falls open on a gasp.
Even Lucius rolls over and props himself on one elbow, his half-shifted features intense with interest, to hear the answer to that one. Ronin shoots up to sit, clutching Lucius’ shoulder with barely contained anticipation.
No doubt about it. It’d be way easier for Ronin—and me, and all of us—if V and Zephyr stopped fighting and started fucking.
But, considering the two guys hate each other, that outcome’s been hard to finagle.
“What I’d ‘relish’ is for you to suck me off until I unload down your imperial throat,” Vasili snaps. “Now you can tell me alah-dee-dahUnseelie royal doesn’t sully his royal mouth by giving head.”
“I am not opposed,” Zephyr says mildly—to my complete fucking shock (because he’s dommy as hell, and I’ve definitely been assuming the same thing as V). “So long as you’re prepared to return the favor… Goblin King.”
That’s the first time Zephyr’s ever used Vasili’s nickname.
“Oh, hell to the yeah,” I whisper.
