Page 14 of Gemini Hunted (Dark Witch Academy #5)

Still, at some point, I’ve stopped protesting when Zephyr calls me his bride.

Firmly I clear my head and fortify my resolve so I can kinda, you know, warn my Dark Fae about that incubus—his mortal enemy—who’s shacking up next door.

“I can heat you some goulash in the galley?” Neo offers hopefully, rising with his arms full of dripping dragonscale. “Just let me hang this in the bathroom to dry—”

“I am not hungry,” Zephyr says softly. “For food.”

A fresh jolt of tension hums and crackles through the still air.

In unison, we all glance toward Vasili.

While Neo and I fuss over his rival, the Goblin King has withdrawn to sulk near the window, eyes shuttered and face in shadow, with the deck lights glowing through his silver hair like a halo. His tall silhouette lurks, lean and sinewy, against the glass.

Still naked, still hard, still wicked.

I love him. I always will. He’s my snake.

But, when it comes to him and Zephyr, I don’t trust my own alpha.

Sure, V might’ve made the tactical choice to ease back (temporarily) on the bullying. But that sexual command he gave the Dark Fae King still echoes in the air between them like an incantation.

“Am I correct in deducing, Vasili Romanov,” Zephyr murmurs, “that you’d relish my imperial tongue wrapped around your pretty cock?”

Still leaning into Zephyr’s lean back with my arms wrapped around his waist and my chin perched on his shoulder, my mouth falls open on a gasp.

Even Lucius rolls over and props himself on one elbow, his half-shifted features intense with interest, to hear the answer to that one. Ronin shoots up to sit, clutching Lucius’ shoulder with barely contained anticipation.

No doubt about it. It’d be way easier for Ronin—and me, and all of us—if V and Zephyr stopped fighting and started fucking.

But, considering the two guys hate each other, that outcome’s been hard to finagle.

“What I’d ‘relish’ is for you to suck me off until I unload down your imperial throat,” Vasili snaps. “Now you can tell me a lah-dee-dah Unseelie royal doesn’t sully his royal mouth by giving head.”

“I am not opposed,” Zephyr says mildly—to my complete fucking shock (because he’s dommy as hell, and I’ve definitely been assuming the same thing as V). “So long as you’re prepared to return the favor… Goblin King.”

That’s the first time Zephyr’s ever used Vasili’s nickname.

“Oh, hell to the yeah,” I whisper.

Jesus.

I’m so into this whole idea of those two finally getting together, I’m surprised I don’t burst into flames on the spot.

Neo’s jaw falls open. In fact, he’s so startled by Zephyr’s totally unexpected concession that he drops the armful of wet towels he just gathered. Ignoring the mess at his feet, he gropes blindly to adjust his glasses, like that’s gonna help him hear better.

“Oh, fuck me.” Ronin surges to his knees and grips Lucius’ shoulder till his knuckles whiten. “Am I hearing this shit?”

“A king for a king,” Zephyr breathes into the spellbound stillness. “That seems only fitting, does it not?”

Abruptly I decide the whole tricky subject of the incubus in our guest bedroom can definitely wait. The next few minutes are gonna be way too good to interrupt.

Because I’m still hugging Zephyr to warm him all the way up, I can feel the tension running through his lithe naked frame. The tight flex of his ass presses into my hips. The ripply twist of his abs twitches under my palms.

“However, I won’t come at your call like a dog,” the Dark Fae states. “If I am indeed the lover you wish to pleasure tonight, Romanov, then you’ll come to me. That token of your respect, I do require.”

The air floods with the sudden scent of my own pheromones—sharp and sweet, like creamy peaches. That biochemical hit of my arousal affects all my guys. There isn’t a limp dick within smelling distance, so that extra dash of hormones ratchets the tension in here to the breaking point.

I swallow hard and bite my lip.

Shit, shit, shit. I want this for these two. I want it so bad I can taste it.

But V… he’s… unpredictable.

He’ll never admit it, but he feels threatened by Zephyr.

That makes him even more dangerous.

Vasili shifts into motion and saunters forward.

The deck lights limn his supple frame and gilded mane, but cast his face into shadow.

When he glides into the cone of light from the bedside lamp, the illumination lends his pale skin a warmth he usually lacks.

Without the smoky eyeliner and shimmery lip gloss that play up his ’80s punk rock glam, his sharp chiseled features are naked.

Exposed.

But he’s still so dangerous.

As he looms over Zephyr, his ice-blue eyes glitter like that glacier must’ve done with the Titanic ’s floodlights bearing down. A deadly warning—received too late.

Graceful as a Siren, regal as a king, Vasili sinks slowly to his knees.

Still wrapped in my arms from behind, Zephyr is wary and tight as a coiled spring. Not unwisely, he’s poised for one of Vasili’s nasty tricks.

Even violence.

Behave yourself, Goblin King , I whisper through our bond. He’s one of us now. He really is. Be nice to him for me.

Vasili’s diamond eyes flash, sharp with spite. His vicious stare never leaves our Unseelie. Those two are locked together, eyeball to eyeball, like cobra and mongoose in a fighting pit. But Vasili’s head inclines, very slightly, to acknowledge he’s heard me.

“You’d better make this… accommodation… worth my while, Your Radiance,” V says on a savage hiss. “Or I fucking swear to you, I’ll bite off your imperial cock and swallow it.”

Guess that’s Vasili’s version of being nice.