Chapter 36.5 #2
I brace myself to withstand the slice of his cutting comments. The hot glitter of his gaze locks with mine. His ice-blond hair is tousled, his pale cheeks are flushed, his cruel mouth looks breathless.
“Vasili?” I whisper.
I must hear his answer.
His throat ripples as he swallows. Then, with the sinuous grace of the snake he is, he coils his abs and curls his body—knees rising, thighs pressing to his chest—to give me a perfect view of his sleek ass and rosy pucker.
His gaze locks on mine. “You think I’d do this for just anyone?”
“Sweetheart.” My halting English utterly deserts me. “Bozhe moi.”
“Oh fuck, Goblin King,” Zara breathes. “That’s really hot.”
Neo gives a breathless nod and pushes his glasses up his nose. Behind the lenses, his green eyes are wide as hubcaps.
This is less than the confession of undying love I am craving.
But for Vasili Romanov, it is a declaration.
I rush into action before this complicated lover of mine can change his diabolical mind. I scramble to my knees, push his thighs tighter to his chest to achieve the optimal angle, then fit my complicated dick to his well-lubed and stretched hole.
At long last, I begin working my way into his sublime ass.
His eyes lock with mine. His pupils dilate wide. His mating scent of butterscotch and vetiver drenches the air. My queen joins our union, gliding her palms down Vasili’s chest and teasing his little nipples, which I know to be very sensitive.
Neo slides a hand between Zara’s legs to make her squirm and moan.
My cock presses against the tight ring of muscle that guards my lover’s hidden sanctum.
“No biting,” V reminds me through gritted teeth.
My tight mouth softens in a slight smile.
“No biting until you ask. Which I know will not be tonight. Now relax and take a breath for me, sweetheart.” My voice is guttural with all the emotion I am restraining. “And know that I love you.”
All that breath he is holding rushes out of his body.
Then, finally, he yields.
He yields to me.
I have been chasing this man for four long years.
Here, now, tonight, he finally stops running.
I glide deep and slow to the core of his secretive, snaky, stealthy self. He softens and moans and his face goes slack with astonishment and pleasure. The moment I am seated fully inside him, the barb in my dragon dick shoots out to lock him.
“Oh shit!” His breathless cry is released before he can snatch it back. “Maxim.”
“Vasili.” In this brief and fleeting moment, while I have actually rendered the terrible Goblin King speechless, I lock onto his stare and pump strongly into him.
“You need not scheme,” I tell him roughly, “and bargain for my loyalty like a damn peddlar. I am yours. You are mine. And I will love you.” My gaze rises to encompass my precious queen and my cherished Neo. “All of you. Always. I love you.”
Then we fill the balmy Avalon night with the cries and gasps and groans of four people locked together in desperate love.
Under the soft glow of a sickle moon, Zara fucks our sweet Neo until she breaks his heat like the Gemini goddess she is.
I thrust into Vasili’s serpentine clutches until he shudders and cries out and spills into my pumping fist and all over both our torsos.
I fill him to overflowing with my potent dragon seed and lose myself in dragonish dreams of planting a clutch of my offspring in his (admittedly nonexistent) womb.
Fortunately, until the day he finally accepts my mating bite, Vasili is spared from sharing telepathically what Ronin calls my “hot mpreg obsession”.
With my spend still oozing out of him, Vasili recovers his composure and his dignity by railing Zara until she summons bolt after bolt of lightning and drenches the dreaming island in a sudden rain squall.
Vasili even allows me to give Neo the slow tender fuck our bookworm is begging for, while Neo fucks Zara into a sex coma, and Vasili fills Neo’s mouth with his demanding alpha cock.
By the time we are all sated, the moon is setting over the Avalon sea.
We tie back the rain-drenched curtains and let the sweet scent of night-blooming flowers perfume the room.
Then we pile into a sleepy heap that fills our bed to overflowing.
We murmur for a while about missing Lucius and Ronin, with whom we will soon be reunited. Vasili has seen them only this morning. But the rest of us are longing for our absent mates.
Zara drifts off to sleep with her teal head nestled against my chest. Neo is tucked up against Vasili’s back and murmuring alchemical formulas in his sleep. Vasili and I curl together between them.
I am feeling smug because I have coaxed V to rest his head on my shoulder.
I am hovering on the edge of sleep myself when Vasili breathes the words in my ear, so soft only I can hear.
“You’re my creature now, Rasputin. You’re mine . Bought and paid for, with my own body. When that Unseelie bastard follows Zara to Icarus, make very certain you never forget who owns you.”
A Footnote from the Headmistress
In these pages, you’ve discovered an enchanted alternate ending for Gemini Wild (Book 3) the casual reader will never find in the published book in the common library on Amazon.
For the witch who wishes to proceed reading chronologically, this storyline picks up with Chapter 37 of Gemini Wild on Amazon.
Otherwise, turn the page in this grimoire to slip forward in time once more and conjure your next enchantment, in the form of magical bonus chapters from Gemini Wicked (Book 4) in the Dark Witch Academy series.