I startle at the sensation of the quick swipe of his tongue across my skin, but I don’t move an inch.
“Can you do that for me, Veil Vulturine?”
At the sound of my full name out of his mouth, my nape tingles. It’s uncontrollable, and I loathe my dysregulated reaction every time he speaks it. Straightening back up, his chest still inches away from mine, Gemini pins me with his animalistic stare, and my mouth waters. I swallow hard and slowly nod.
“Yes,” I croak out weakly.
“What a well-behaved doll I own,” he drawls, dragging his thumb over my lips before he pushes me backward onto the couch behind me with a soft palm to the shoulder.
Before distancing himself, he lets the chained leash drop over my thighs and leans down to level his gaze with mine.
“If you suddenly crave witnessing me spill blood tonight,” he says with an arrogant lift of his full lips, “well, it’s simple really — all you need to do is let someone touch you.”
The shiver that zips down my spine is just as confusing as the squeeze in my chest at the sound of his threat, but I say nothing. I continue to stare and ignore the couple beside me, who are surprisingly fully clothed, indulging in large glasses of red wine, their lips just as red as the slosh of alcohol in their cups.
Gemini keeps his smoldering gaze glued on mine as he steps into a sunken cushioned area a few steps away from where he has me sitting. His face is painted with a mixture of hunger, arrogance, and pleasure. But there’s something in the wild undercurrent of his expression that I can’t quite place. It’s almost like … he’s trying to show off.
When he snaps his fingers and three heads swivel to attention, I realize that’s exactly what it is. He wants me to witness his influence over others.
His power.
His dominance.
A young man approaches him first, black curls framing his face. Then, moments later, a woman with auburn hair, reaching the middle of her back, approaches to his right. Both are naked.
Gemini’s eyes never stray from mine, his grin turning into nothing but a taunting slit while the duo unbutton his shirt. Another man, just as naked, kneels in front of Gemini and starts on his belt. I can’t see his face, only the back of his shaved head and the wings tattooed on his scalp.
I wish I had something to drink, or smoke, oranythingto dull the edge of watching Gemini be disrobed. Instead, I’m dreadfully sober while everyone else is blissfully intoxicated.
When his shirt comes off, my eyes drop to the small diamond hanging from his left nipple. Undeniably knowing where my attention has fallen, Gemini gives the diamond a small flick with his finger. My gaze flies back to his face.
He laughs.
But I can barely hear it over the loud moans and thudding bass. The ghost of his laughter still manages to skitter across my skin, and my body unexpectedly heats.
His eyes slide down to my chest, and a flush crawls up to my neck and cheeks. I’m repulsed by such a blatant reaction to seeing him like this. Aside from the obvious reason—having been brought here by force—it feels like I’ve lost a game I wasn’t aware we were playing, until now.
The victory flashes across his irises before he reaches back to grab the man on his left by the neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss, his gaze somehowstillon me.
I’m caught between two wild urges. The first is to continue watching him devour this man whole, and the second is to cast my gaze down to where the woman has now joined the other man on his knees. The latter urge eventually wins. Feeling like some kind of perverted voyeur, I gape all the same.
He’s practically begging me to.
Gemini’s pants have been pushed down his legs, his long, thick cock stroked by multiple hands at once. I catch a glint of a gold ring at the tip. A piercing. My breath hitches, and I squeeze my thighs together at the salacious sight.
I shouldn’t like this.
I shouldn’t crave to see even more of him.
But I’m growing hot with need, and I’m not sure what to do with myself, but toy with the chain now wound tight around my hands.
My attention bounces back up to Gemini’s face, and I’ve somehow missed him curling his hand around the man’s hardened cock. His mouth is open near Gemini’s cheek, panting in pleasure while one of the gods’ favorites whispers in his ear. I’m suddenly desperate to hear those very same words.
Gemini smiles, his hooded eyes flicking to mine, as if knowing exactly what thoughts are aflame in my mind. My breathing turns shallow, and I barely register when I slip closer to the edge of the couch, as if needing a better look.
I watch in consuming desire as the man with the shaved head settles behind the woman. He starts to fuck her from the back while her mouth wraps around Gemini’s cock, her cheeks hollowing around his shaft.
I can’t tell if the sensation I feel could even be described as jealousy, but it’s certainly possessive in nature. There’s even a faint bubbling of anger behind my chest. No one can touchme, but he can have as many hands touching him as he wants. I fall deeper and deeper into the confusing depth of being forced to watch Gemini being pleasured—and give it back ravenously.
