Page 104 of Gemini Hunted
This catacomb’s turned into a shitshow, but one thing is very clear. My priority—now and always—is the people who need me.
Right now, that includes Mordred.
“Yeah.” I sigh. “That poor demon isn’t doing too well. We gotta take care of that ASAP.”
Torn between the competing demands of the various guys who need me, I glance from Mordred to Neo.
“I’m okay,” Neo mumbles, still snuggled in my arms, face naked and defenseless without his glasses, whose broken frames are now tucked into his blazer pocket. “Need to let the kitten out anyway while we’re, um, stopped. She probably needs to pee. The two of you should definitely help Mordred. You can take my flashlight.”
There it is right there.
Like the nine hundredth reason why we all love Neo.
Our bookworm is just the sweetest, kindest, most generous guy in our whole polycule.
“Yes, he is,” V whispers, because that’s a thought I haven’t shielded. He drops a kiss on Neo’s worried forehead and exchanges a look with Zephyr that silently conveys the role of bookworm bodyguard to our resident Unseelie.
Zephyr’s chest swells under his dragonscale armor. He dips his chin in a lordly nod.
Neo’s already crouching at our feet, working on the zipper of his duffel. Zephyr sifts a proprietary hand through Neo’s soft curls and definitely does not look displeased to have our bookworm kneeling at his feet.
Before I can properly appreciate that dynamic, the Goblin King wraps his cool fingers around mine and draws me away from both the pet relief process Neo’s starting and the werewolf interment sitch that’s dominating everyone else’s attention.
Together we cross the mausoleum—me at a brisk trot because I’m worried about Mordred, V sauntering with a definite sway in his sexy hips. Sadly, his overall effect is kinda wasted. Mordred’s powerful body is all hunched up, hugging his knees and trying not to shiver.
When the beam of my flashlight plays over the kraken, Mordred flinches, then looks up through a curtain of sweat-damp blue hair. Behind his forked beard, his face turns savage with need. His purple eyes devour us with a naked hunger that makes my core clench.
“Yo, baby queen. Time to mosey, right?” That demon bluffs it out and tries to stand, but the guy has to sit down again in a hurry.
Fuck me.
Not good.
He’s so dizzy with mating fever he can’t even stand.
“Yeah, no. We’re just gonna hang here a little longer.” I hunker down next to him (the closer the better) and make my voice as gentle as possible, because anything V says is not likely to be sympathetic. “It’s okay, Mordred. Vasili and me, we’re both alphas. We know what to do for mating fever.”
“Lucky you.” V unbuttons his uniform blazer in a slow tease and smirks down at the demon. “This is about to become one of those days you write about in your sex diary, darling.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Vasili
I don’t bother saying it, but that sex demon isn’t the only one who’s about to get lucky.
I’m placing myself at the top of that list.
Clearly, Zara’s still ovulating. By now, she might actually be pregnant. Lord knows, Max and Lucius and I—all her alphas—have barely had our dicks out of her succulent cunt in days. Now, with the luscious additional prospect of incubus sex looming, even if only for medicinal purposes (obviously)?
Under that pert schoolgirl skirt, my little queen is dripping with last night’s warlock spunk and a fresh river of her own slick. How do I know?
I know because she’s Zara.
Also, because my darling girl’s scrumptious peaches-and-cream mating scent is drenching this entire catacomb with the most deliciousmélangeof pheromones.
Truly, she’s never been riper and more fertile than she is at this moment. My inner dragon snarls in hungry anticipation.
Speaking of dragons.
