Page 7 of Gemini Hunted
That’s because the shattering full-on visual of Ash viewed from behind, with that stunning black-and-pewter angel’s wing tattoo inked across his broad shoulders and plunging down his corded back, is really distracting.
Not to mention the way those faded jeans hug his bubble butt.
If he’s feeling tender back there from the way I reamed him last night (while he simultaneously fucked Zara and made her come so hard she summoned lightning), he isn’t showing it.
I wonder how long he might need before he could take my dick, bottoming out inside his tight heat, again.
I mean, assuming he ever wants that, without Zara urging us on.
And, gosh, Ireallyneed to stop thinking about his ass and reaming him like I’m obsessed with the guy or something.
I mean, he’s the Light Fae Prince.
Andthe visiting Potions prof at the Icarus Academy.
I’m First Boy on the Dean’s List. Ash is, like, faculty.
Not my own personal fuckboy.
I’m already blushing and breathless and tingly and, gosh, now I’m getting hard. So hard my dick is shoving against my zipper and visibly tenting my chinos. Thank goodness Ash isn’t a telepath and can’t know what I’m thinking.
Neo Mercury,I tell myself sternly.Now is not the time to pop a chubbie, with Zara and Ronin night-diving for the Horn right now and probably in all kinds of danger.
First Boy, you need to keep your dick in your pants.
“They voted her in, didn’t they?” Ash murmurs. “Before the Aquarius chick showed up? Our princess is supposed to be the lawful queen in waiting.”
I clear my throat and stroll casually over to stand next to Ash. I’m really grateful for the solid comfort of his quiet company, but I’m super careful not to crowd him.
Through the rain-washed glass, the red cedar expanse of the main deck spreads below us.
“Sure.” I dredge up my mental study notes from our Witching World Law class. “The Senate voted in Zara as Messalina’s lawful heir after Messy’s daughter died. But now Messalina wants a do-over, to call a new vote for Cleo—who’s like this long-lost other daughter we all just learned about. Calling a vote is within Messalina’s royal prerogative, as the current Queen, under the lore. Still, the Senate needs to consent. We’re a constitutional monarchy and not a dictatorship.”
Against the dim golden glow of the salon window below, a slim taut figure is pacing with a feral grace. By the crackling energy that sparks from his restless frame, plus the spill of moss-green hair falling down his back, I recognize Zephyr with no problem.
He’s the Dark Fae King, and he’s really hard to miss.
“That’s why Zara acing her finals is so important,” Ash says with an easy nod, but he too is watching Zephyr. “Our gal needs to win, and Cleo needs to lose. Once Zara wins the Dean’s Challenge—if she wins—that’ll help your dad keep the Senate in line.”
“And she has to do it with just her student team,” I remind him. “Faculty like you and Lucius and Zephyr can’t help—at least, not directly, or we’ll forfeit the contest and fail ourfinals. Even Vasili can’t help, despite being a graduating senior, because he’s also an adjunct prof this semester.”
“And none of those guys are used to sittin’ on the sidelines, huh?” Ash grunts. “That’s why we got trouble. Why we’re ass-deep in alligators on the Love Boat.”
“Yeah, pretty much,” I agree glumly.
When he falls silent, I sneak a peek at Ash’s craggy profile. He’s all square jaw and Roman nose and furrowed brow. But his thoughtful silver gaze stays fixed on Zephyr—the guy he affectionately calls Sparrow—because Ash is the King’s acknowledged consort back in Avalon.
Those two are like the Fae equivalent of Romeo and Juliet. The Unseelie King and his Seelie Prince. Star-crossed lovers from two warring races. (Only hopefully, you know, with a better ending.)
Normally, those two are really cute together.
Which makes me wonder what Ash is doing alone up here, instead of down in the salon keeping Vasili from burying one (or more) of his hidden cache of knives hilt-deep in Zephyr’s back.
I guess leading this whole witching world rebellion has thrown us all off balance.
“Once Zara and Ronin are back,” I say slowly, “either with the Horn or without it, we really need to get home to thedomus.Not only so we can sync up with Racetrack and Dez and Mallory and her guys. But also so I can reach my dad on our house landline. Before this storm blows the phone line down.”
“Yeah, I’ve been canoodling with the comms on this dreamboat.” Ash runs an appreciative hand over the gleaming wood of the console. “Looks like the storm—or maybe your witch academy hocus pocus—is messing with the radio and the WiFi. Heck, even the satellite phone. Can’t get that gizmo to work either.”
