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GEMINI

W arm hands on my stomach. Soft strands of hair over sensitive skin.

Slowly, I drift back from somewhere far away.

The shy rake of nails against my thighs. Pillowy lips trailing down, down, down.

My eyes snap open as my hand flies forward, grabbing Veil harshly under her chin. She gasps, her gaze slamming into mine, and even in the veiled darkness, I find a new flame in her darkening eyes. She stares back at me, her mouth agape as I squeeze my fingers into her cheeks.

Her expression is resolute. I’ve never seen her like this, never this steadfast in her decision, and it feels almost as divine as her hand defiantly wrapping around my hardening cock.

“Veil Vulturine,” I muse tauntingly, her name holding all of the implications of this powerful moment.

“Don’t ruin this,” she whispers.

I suddenly feel the tightrope under us. One false move, and she’ll fall right back to her old self. I clench my jaw, the lust of finally having her like this overwhelming me. She continues to fix me with her stare while her hand begins to stroke my throbbing shaft.

Slowly unfurling my fingers off her face, I let my hand fall to my side while Veil stays completely still, aside from her hand around my cock.

I swallow hard, my face serious. “Spit,” I order, my voice still raspy with sleep and rising pleasure.

She looks incredible like this—loose brown strands falling over her face, eyes ablaze with desire. She is sultry brought to life, powerful and lethal.

Gathering the saliva in her mouth, she purses her lips, her eyes still scorching a hole straight into my soul as she lets the spit slowly fall over the head of my cock.

Her palm smooths over my piercing before wrapping tightly around the shaft, spreading her spit all over my cock. My head falls back into the pillow, a small hiss of bliss escaping my lips as my stomach tightens with arousal.

The satisfaction of Veil finally caving to her base urges has my sensations intensifying into molten desire. She’s exactly where I want her to be, and when her lips wrap around my cock— oh —there’s nothing quite like it.

To know I’m the reason behind her acting like this, to know I’ve led her here—eating out of the palm of my hand, or more accurately, swallowing me whole—it makes the heady drag of her tongue down my shaft that much more enticing.

I have a sudden urge to clap the lights on. To watch with unobstructed vision how her cheeks hollow out as she swallows around me, pushing my cock deeper into her hot, wet mouth. I wish I could see the telltale flush on her cheeks. I settle on listening intently to the sounds she makes instead, worried that by turning on the lights, it would break the spell.

The low, humming moan she lets out while her mouth is still full of my cock shoots straight to my balls, and I lift my hips in response. My hand finds the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair in a loose grip.

The slurp and small pop that follows when she pulls me out of her mouth makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. But it’s her words that finally do me in.

“I couldn’t wait to taste you,” she mutters under her breath. There’s awe in her tone, and I’m almost positive she hasn’t realized that she said the words out loud.

A surge of possessiveness flares in my chest, and it leaves me breathless. I don’t bother taming it. I flip Veil onto her back in seconds, and she lets out a small squeak. Jumping off the bed, I pull her toward me, just enough for her head to fall over the edge of the mattress.

I’m breathing hard as I look down, our eyes crashing into each other. Fisting the base of my cock, I notch the head against her closed mouth, spreading her spit all over her lips.

“Let me have more of you, pet,” I say through gritted teeth, my self-control just about ready to snap. “I need to be deep inside your throat when you swallow my cum.”

I’ve barely finished speaking before her chin lifts, and her lips wrap around my cock, her tongue swirling over the head as a taunting invitation.

I hum with approval, my hand stroking her exposed throat. “Relax for me,” I coo as I slowly push myself inside.

When the tip hits the back of her throat, she gags around me, and I continue to caress her throat. Soothing her. Shushing her.

I can hardly recognize the tone of my own voice.

I feel her respond to my praise as my cock slips deeper into her tight throat, until I’m pressed flush against her face.

“That’s it,” I groan, “my perfect little fuck doll.”

Her reaction is immediate, moaning around my cock as her legs fall open on the bed, revealing cotton panties, and I grin in crazed victory. Bending down to grip her T-shirt, I jerk it up her body until her breasts spill out, the moonlight caressing the shadows of her peaked nipples. Pulling out almost to the tip, I start fucking her mouth, slowly picking up the pace as her hand disappears into her panties.

“Take those off,” I bark.

She listens far too eagerly, wiggling them off before her slender fingers return to her center. My balls tighten with unadulterated lust as she rubs her clit in mindless circles.

I can feel my climax build, but I’m selfish, and I never want this to end. I might have Veil exactly where I want her—my cock willingly in her mouth while her fingers disappear into her soaked cunt. But I know, come morning, she’ll crumble under the weight of her useless morality.

I watch her pump her fingers in and out, her muffled moans growing needier by the second, and enjoy every part of it.

“Does that soothe your ache, pet?” I ask darkly, my hips thrusting hard and deep, her gargled noises spurring me on. “Seeking your own relief while I fuck that perfect mouth of yours?”

She can’t use her words, but her raised hips are response enough, her free palm pushing against the mattress as her fingers disappear deeper into her cunt.

I groan loudly, mesmerized by the sight of her, and my cock pulses on her hot tongue as her soaked fingers slide out and find her clit. Planting her feet on the bed, her legs fall even wider.

I’m so close to the blissful edge, but I hold off. I need to hear and feel her come while she’s stuffed full of my cock first. Luckily, it only takes a few more desperate strokes of her clit for her to moan so loudly that I feel it reverberate up my spine. Her mouth tightens around my shaft, and I grab both sides of her head, keeping myself from fucking her senseless.

Eventually, she relaxes into sated bliss, and her climax quickly morphs into mine.

Bending down, I harshly snatch her hand away from her cunt and take her fingers into my mouth. I bottom out, her lips pushing against my base as her arousal hits my tongue. Groaning loudly, I suck on her fingers as I unload, pumping hot spurts of cum down her throat, my free hand groping her breast mindlessly.

As I settle back into my body, I slip out of Veil’s mouth, and my attention catches on her smoldering yet serious gaze. Without breaking eye contact, she turns onto her stomach and pushes herself up, before settling on the edge of the bed. We stare at each other in silence for a lengthy and tense beat as we both catch our breath. Finally, I break the spell.

“Regretting it already, love?”

My question is flippant, and she doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she continues to study me, as though maybe if she stares long enough, she’ll decipher a puzzling enigma.

“Are you?” she replies softly.

My grin is wistful as my thumb finds her swollen lips. “Why would I regret what is already written?”

Her expression shutters, and I can see the exact moment she closes herself off. I can’t help but be amused by her predictability.

“Ah, yes,” she says resentfully before standing up. Her gaze levels with mine. “Your beloved gods.”

She pushes me out of her way and disappears into the bathroom.

The silence is tense the next morning at breakfast. And according to Veil’s body language and the fact that she keeps avoiding my gaze, it’s bothering her a lot more than it’s bothering me.

The dining room echoes with the delicate clinks of cups placed back on saucers and the soft crunch of teeth biting into pastries. I stopped hand-feeding her a while back, and my senses tell me she’d bite my finger off if I tried such a thing this morning.

I find the entire affair rather humorous.

Finishing my last bite, I clear my throat and stand up. Fishing out a small vial from my pants pocket, I stroll up to her chair—as far away from mine as possible—and quietly place it in front of her. She stares at it. And I know she recognizes its contents immediately.

It’s a contraceptive tonic.

She lifts her gaze to meet mine, eyes narrowing. We have an entire conversation without having to utter a single word.

She wouldn’t need the tonic if she stayed true to what she’d declared so vehemently just a few days ago. But after last night … it’s only a matter of time until she’s fucking herself on my cock.

She knows it.

I know it.

The tonic is a small peace offering. No threat of an heir, until the time is right—as I so benevolently declared.

Except …

The tonic does not affect the servants of the gods.

Only Belladonna’s powers can control our fate.

But Veil does not need to know that. She can bask in her false sense of security until her belly inevitably swells with our heir. And hopefully, by then, she’ll have come to her senses and accepted that we are bound to share this life, she and I. Tricking her is simply the most natural way to lead her to her fate.

I leave Veil to her silly deliberations, knowing that when I eventually return to the dining room, I’ll find an emptied vial in front of her vacant seat.