Page 66 of Gemini Hunted
Then Draco cleaned us both off.
Really thoroughly.
With his tongue.
I’m still breathless and tingly withthatmemory and wondering how this can even be my life now—hooking up with not one, but two of the hottest, sweetest, most protective warlocks in the whole witching world—when Jae’s wiry strength pulls me to my feet.
I suck in a badly needed breath to compose myself. Then I turn into him and nestle into his feverish shifter heat, tucking my flushed face into his neck and breathing in his comforting scent of bayou moss and patchouli.
“I am being careful,” I say into the side of his neck.
The feel of my mouth on his skin makes his wolf rumble. His hot hands close on my waist and pull me closer, right into his sinewy hips and thighs.
I nuzzle his neck and sneak my arms around his lean waist for a hug to reassure both of us. The beads and juju dripping from his dreadlocks tickle my forearms.
You worried about ouramou?Jae whispers through our bond, because he’s part Valyrian and a major telepath. Even if he completely refuses to bite me, due to some paranoid fear about his shifter recessives taking over and turning me into a monster like him.
(Even though he isn’t a monster.)
“I believe in Draco,” I whisper into his neck. Honestly, I still can’t believe this fierce and beautiful man is my lover. He and Draco both. The only lovers I’ve ever had. Our whole relationship feels like a dream, and I don’t know where we’re going.
But there’s one thing I know for sure.
“I believe in you too, Jean-Emilien Labête,” I tell him. “I believe in you both.”
Ah, bon. His wolf growls and mutters in his chest.Take more than a few mangy hyenas to bring down a badass like Draco Mars, eh?
“I know. He’ll be okay. They all will. They have to be.” I pull in a shaky breath, loosen my desperate clutch on my boyfriend, and step back.
My gaze shoots straight to Zara’s worried eyes and puckered brow.
“They’ll all be okay,” I repeat, for her sake.
Lucius Aries (who’s my History of Witchcraft prof, a faculty member I typically try to impress) and Neo Mercury (who vieswith me every semester for that top spot on the Dean’s List, but it’s a friendly rivalry) hover at her shoulder and look concerned.
Both watching me with doubt written all over their patient faces.
Even that blue-haired Fae with the webbed feet and the wicked grin is watching me from under the reservoir. I know he is, I can sense that stuff, even though I can’t see him. It’s a survival skill. His kind and mine—the Dark Fae and the Light—we’re ancient enemies.
I swear I can feel him lurking down there, coiled against the grate of the rusted portcullis embedded in the back wall, where the rainwater flows to the septic tank.
Crap.
Now everyone’s concerned.
I mean, except Vasili.
Vasili Romanov is still the most terrifying bully in the whole Academy. Even though he mostly ignores me, like I’m (thankfully) beneath his notice. Especially since he hooked up with Zara, who kinda curbs the worst of his sadistic excesses (at least, when she’s around).
When she isn’t, he’s still the terror of the student body.
To my intense relief, Vasili’s lying in wait, all the way over near the outer door. Spying. To give us as much warning as possible in case those hyenas slip past our perimeter.
Which is more than a hypothetical danger.
Get it together, McSnicker,I tell myself firmly, studying the circle of worried faces around me.You’renot exactly building confidence here.
More than anyone else, I know how important it is to instill confidence and keep calm in an emergency. I’m not only the First Girl on the Dean’s List. I’m also a hall monitor. That makes me the safety warden of our dorm.
