Page 22 of Gemini Christmas
Ronin abandons his task to prowl into the great room, supple hips moving under the sway of his raven mane, his powerful frame drawn toward me like iron to a magnet. Lucius and Maxim, too, turn away from their vantage near the window and stalk after Ronin like the predators they are.
Ash’s big frame fills the kitchen doorway, dishcloth limp and dripping in his hand, to watch this loaded moment unfold.
Slowly the centrifugal force of my bride and her consorts, those of us clustered before the fire, is drawing all our mates like the sun draws planets.
Zara’s breath catches subtly in her throat. She too is watching Ronin, color rising in her face. Her breasts rise and fall more swiftly under the soft emerald cashmere of her holiday sweater.
Green is my color, the color of Unseelie royalty. My hair and my dragon, too, are green. My heart warms to see her wearing it.
I clear my throat and tell her softly, “Being the one who bends is not my accustomed pleasure, I’ll grant you. But I am not… aesthetically opposed… to the arrangement.”
“In that case, it seems we all have Christmas presents to unwrap,” Lucius growls, low and guttural, with his wolf lurking in his voice. “Shall we take the unwrapping upstairs to the bedroom, my queen? Or do you prefer this bearskin rug, before the fire?”
That alluring prospect is more than sufficient to draw Ash fully from the kitchen into the great room.
“Zara’s maybe too pregnant to be fucking on the floor.” Humor lurks in Ash’s voice, but hunger burns like twin stars in his silver eyes.
“I’m notthatpregnant,” Zara parries without missing a beat. “As long as we choose our positions wisely, I’m all for jumping right in.”
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“Zang, baby queen.” Mordred peels off his shirt and rises from the bearskin rug by the fire like a kraken rising from the sea. “I like the way you think.”
“I figured you might, Aquaman.” Standing with one arm around Zephyr and one around V, both of them eye-fucking each other and quivering with barely contained anticipation for what’s finally about to go down between them, my hands are definitely full.
Both physically and, like, metaphorically.
Still, I give our resident demon on the rug a cheeky grin that brings his dimples out.
Even wearing Santa pants, Mordred is sex on a stick. Thick muscles bulging under copper skin. Inky scales tattooed down one brawny arm. Hair a wild tangle of midnight blue spilling down his back like he’s just finished a moonlight swim. When he grins back at me, white teeth gleam in his blue goatee.
In short, Mordred givesfuck mevibes like the sex demon he is.
Especially when he intercepts Ronin with one arm and Lucius with the other and pulls them both into a three-way kiss.
Messy but effective.
Hot as fuck.
Especially the way Mordred kisses.
Lucius and Ronin are definitely a thing, but Lucius’ professorial ethics get in the way of kissing Mordred back. Mordred is the guy our rule-loving headmaster is stubbornly determined to handle, first and foremost, as our pilot Avalon Academy exchange student. A student Lucius feels duty-bound to teach and mentor.
Not fuck.
Even if he wants to.
Good thing Ronin helps out, same as always.
Ronin eases out of the three-way kiss and turns to welcome Max with a lazy smirk and a “Hiya, love” that makes Max growl like the dragon he is and drag Ronin into his own claiming kiss.
Which leaves Lucius undefended against the full onslaught of Mordred’s sex demon charms.
Not an accident.
My guys are on Mordred’s side in this one.
