Page 70 of Gemini Queen
I listen to the measured tread of his boots whispering like serpents against the tiles and wonder how far I can trust the Goblin King.
Then again, maybe it doesn’t make much of a difference.
Because it’s not like he’s given me much of a choice.
Chapter Twenty
Ronin
I swear to gods I’ve never been so well fucked in my life.
And I’ve never been so sexed up in my life either.
At least now I’ve got some blooming clue why I feel this way, after Lucius spilled the beans and copped to the truth last night. He’s clearly wretched, tortured by guilt, and wishes like fuck he’d never bitten me.
Whereas I feel the complete opposite.
If I know the guy—and it’s pretty good odds I do, after lusting and obsessing over him and borderline stalking him since the day I pitched up at Icarus—he’s trying his bloody damnedest to work out some way to release me from our horrible mating.
Which is the exact opposite of what I want.
I’m only keeping mum about the whole gig now for his sake. If it were me making the rules? I’d rent a fucking blimp and broadcast to the whole island that Lucius fucking Aries is my lover.
Just the thought of him in my bed… tender, repentant, growling through his fangs and intensely devoted to my pleasure… nearly makes me hard enough to spill in my trousers. Which is problematic, yeah?
And not just because I’m not wearing a stitch under my uniform.
I’m currently occupying an extremely public couch in the drafty student commons, boots propped against the fire grate, posing for the populace the way we do here.
Vasili’s likewise holding court with his army of admirers under the stained glass windows across the way.
Occasionally, we scowl at each other. You know, for appearances’ sake.
Technically, it’s study hall in the commons for the Schedule A’s, while the Schedule B’s sweat through their Witching Law midterm, and the Honors track chumps like Neo are off doing fuck knows what.
But any poor schmuck who really wants to hit the books hunkers down in the library. This scene in the commons is all about social signaling and prestige.
Just another of the many realms at this Academy where Vasili reigns supreme.
From his elegant sprawl on the circular couch, his dangerous eyes find mine with a secretive smirk. These days, with him, I don’t mind my thoughts much. Lowering that curtain for him is my way of feeling close to the only lover I’ve ever thought of as my boyfriend (since I don’t keep anyone else around long enough) while we both pretend to hate each other’s guts.
Now I glower at him for the benefit of our viewing audience—all the wicked little witches and junior warlocks scattered round the firepits and the carrells and the long table under the dome.
Vasili glowers right back. But one eyelid dips in a sly wink.
I’m honestly worried he’s going to be pissy that I’ve finally landed Lucius in my bed. He’s always been utterly mental about Lucius. It definitely helped that I let Vasili watch, particularly since my boyfriend fancies he stayed to protect me from his rival alpha and his rival’s wolf. Not that any protection was needed. In fact, I know Vasili got off—and I know exactly how hard he got off—after watching the two of us fuck.
Still, I bloody hate that he and Lucius can’t seem to sort out that crackling alpha animosity between them.
Such a load of codswallop.
Personally, I think they should fuck it out. Because I meant what I said about wanting to be double dicked by both of—
The heavy doors swing open with a bang that echoes off the vaulted ceiling.
And our new queen saunters in like she owns the whole damn school. For the first time all day, my cock stops thinking about Lucius and becomes extremely focused on her.
The Gemini bitch shrugs out of her coat and tosses it over the rack without bothering to find a hanger. She toes off her snowy boots and… whoa… bends overreallyslowly to work her feet into her mary janes. Considering the way her long legs and curvy hips are rocking that short plaid skirt and those thigh-highs, she’s giving every guy in this room an instant boner. Speaking for myself, I’d need roughly ten seconds—if that much—to ease her skirt up and tease her panties down and give her the monumental shagging she’s begging for.
