Page 37 of Gemini Hunted
For the moment, very clearly, those two mates on the bed are consumed by each other.
Zara sighs with contentment, then cocks her sexy hip. She gifts Vasili, poised alertly on his knees on the senator’s expensive carpet, with her sultry smile. “Looks like it’s my turn to be nice to you. Come and get me, bad boy.”
“Oh, wow,” Neo whispers. “This is gonna be good.”
I lift my sagging head from Neo’s accommodating shoulder just in time to see the snake pounce.
Chapter Nine
Zara
“You’ve been positivelywicked, little queen.” Vasili’s vengeful hiss strokes my skin like dragonscale. “Making me wait to ruin that pretty pussy.”
Indignant as fuck, my mouth pops open. “Well, it’smy pussy, isn’t it? Besides, after that shit you pulled today with Mor—”
“Silence.”His long pale body springs like a striking cobra. He drives me three reeling steps back. The words splinter in my mouth. I’m a cat burglar, not easy to unbalance (or silence). But I have zero chance against a warlock like him.
Not with the mood he’s in.
Still, I recover my balance, stand my ground, pop a hip for attitude, and give it the old college try. “Look, Goblin King—”
“First you make me beg. Then you make mewait. How dare you. Now of all times!” He means, now when we’re trying to get pregnant.
And he’s fucking psychotic about it.
I open my mouth to say so. But he runs right over my conversational opening.
“I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to fuck that naughty, needy, greedy little pussy until you’re a drippy, squishy, filthymess.” He crowds into me, my tits crushed against his chest,his rigid cock pressed into my tummy and smearing precum over my skin. His potent mating scent of caramel and vetiver hits me like a freight train. That scent—laced with his powerful pheromones—makes my heart pound and my head swim. Plus there’s a yummy note of birchwood lurking underneath all that sexy that’s new.
Which is… interesting.
His scent’s changing.
Just like mine did when I nixed the BC and got serious about making baby witches.
Breathless with all this excitement, I reach up to grip his sinewy shoulders, lean and corded like a ballet dancer at the Cirque du Soleil, for leverage. As I stagger back under the weight of his much taller body, my face level with the sleek lickable plane of his chest, I breathe him in deep (mistake) and try to reason with him (also a mistake).
“Okay, V. In my own defense. You were the last warlock in this whole harem I thought would give a single shit about knocking me up—”
“I don’t! Of course I don’t. This isn’t about that!” Viciously, he shoves me backward, herding me toward the bed, and just keeps coming. His jutting dick precedes his relentless advance like a battering ram.
Sweet Jesus.
Sucking Zephyr off has made this snake of minesohard. Just looking at the long curving length of V’s furious boner makes my mouth water.
I bite my lip and slide a hand down his lean body. He catches my arm neatly and twists it behind my back. My shoulder heats, poised on the edge of pain like a gymnast on the balance beam.
I could still break free (because black belt, I’m one and he isn’t) but I don’t. I let my enraged alpha have his little momentof dominance. My excited pulse throbs, hot and heavy, between my legs.
Of course, being me, I’ve still gotta yank his chain.
Vasili Romanov can bully everyone else in this entire Academy like the sociopathic asshole he is.
But I’m not gonna let him bully me.
Or anyone else in this harem.
“I don’t believe you, bad boy.” Bent backward over his unforgiving arm while he pins my wrist, I trail my free hand down his sinewy torso, cool skin quivering under my touch, and lock onto his basilisk stare. “Here’s your issue. You wanna make me pregnant so bad, you can’t think straight.”
