Page 37 of To Curse A Knight

Lucky had gone casual today, too. He removed his jacket to reveal a form-fitting olive green Henley with waffle stitching, the cut of the casual clothing expensive and showing off every smooth line of his defined shoulders and arms. Dark, fitted jeans stretched across his hips, accentuating a biteable bubble butt.

His bright green Grinch socks betrayed his manly persona, and I nearly choked on my earlier comparison. A teenage boy trapped in an elaborate, eye-catching portrait of the perfectly masculine form.

“Mi Reina.” Aaron pulled me into his arms, wrapping me into his embrace, vanilla and sandalwood enveloping me in a comforting cocoon. I settled against his chest for a brief moment, before leaning back to catch sight of his depthless caramel eyes.

Before I could breathe a word, his lips were on mine, a forceful crash of teeth and tongues as he devoured me. He cupped my cheeks and pinned me in place until he had finished his exploration.

“Aye, well, that’s new.” Lucky’s voice broke me from my lustful fog; I turned to see two men watching us with hunger in their eyes; a dangerous simmer in Kellan’s, a wicked glimmer in Lauchlan’s.

Right—this is just one of the many reasons this was a bad idea.

“It is.” Aaron agreed, releasing me to turn me around to face the men. My back settled into his chest as he banded his arms around my front. “And it is not. Perhaps you should have tried the choking, yes?”

Lucky’s burst of laughter broke the growing tension in the room, the well of chuckles bringing tears to his eyes. “You made a joke! I didn’t know you had it in you, Mr. Roboto.” He wiped his face with his palm, the enormous grin bursting at the seams. “Good for you.”

My Viking protector was beside me in an instant, having set down the dishes and removed his coat. The tight white dress shirt he wore stretched across his gigantic frame; every colorful tattoo was a bold shadow beneath the thin layer of fabric. Tight navy trousers stuck to his thick thighs like a second skin, the outline of a well-endowed man on full display. His blond hair hung down to his shoulders, tousled from the wind and snow.

The man was the epitome of rugged masculinity and perfectly crafted workmanship, a rough gemstone pulled from the earth, too perfect in its raw form to be tampered with by a jeweler’s touch.

He took my chin between his fingers, but his intense stare was unreadable when he sandwiched my compact frame between his and Aaron’s large, domineering bodies.

He brought his mouth to mine in a demanding kiss, parting my lips and searing my skin with his hot tongue and controlling presence. His body pushed me deeper into Aaron’s, the rigid outline of his hardening length digging into my back.

When the commanding Alpha-hole was satisfied he’d properly staked his claim, I pushed out from between them, wriggling my way into my own personal space.

“As much as I’m all about group activities”—I looked down my nose at the pair of them with a pointed frown—“I refuse to be the pawn of some caveman chess match, okay?”

Lucky’s hand wrapped around my biceps, gently pulling me between his arms in a loose hold. When I blinked up at him in surprise, he smirked down at me, the quirk of his lips a tempting offer.

“So, it’s a bad idea to offer my lips as tribute, too, Blondie?”

“No!” came the resounding response from the two possessive men behind me. I hastily shoved out of Lucky’s arms before any of them could resort to a battle for dominance.

I didnotneed to kick anyone’s ass today—not on Christmas.

“Before this goes any further, let me make something clear. You”—I pointed to Lauchlan and threw him my sternest glare, the one used to make businessmen quiver; he didn’t even bat an eye—“are our captive, not a member of the club.”

I spun on my heel to face the others, desperately hoping this admission wouldn’t change the course of our day. My voice stayed strong, but my gaze pleaded for understanding. “I care about both of you and I’m not choosing between you, so let’s try to work through that over turkey.”

Neither man batted an eye at that statement either—was I losing my touch?—as if they’d expected this outcome, and they’d already made their peace with it.

That was… unexpected.

“And, if we can’t work through that over turkey,” Lauchlan piped up unhelpfully, “I’m a very happy voyeur. Promise you won’t know I’m here.” He mimed zipping his lips. He paused, then mimedunzipping his lips. “I can take my dick out, though, right? I mean, if I can’t partake, I’d like to at least—”

“Fuck off,Capericita Roja,” Kellan growled, his blazing eyes turning his wrath onto the lippy Irishman. “You’re not a part of this.”

The belly laugh that escaped through Aaron’s lips was a sound I had never heard in my lifetime. It started as a rolling chuckle, then rose to a crescendo of outright guffaws.

The sheer joy on his face was beautiful; raw and enigmatic. The rarity of it made it a precious commodity.

Kellan—or rather, Kellan at Lucky’s expense—had brought it out of him. My heart stuttered at the brilliance of it; his caramel eyes were backlit like he’d tasted genuine joy.

I was desperate to see more of it. I wanted to be the source of it.

“Capericita Roja!” My serious businessman chortled, slapping his thigh and leaning against the back of the couch to stabilize himself. “That is perfect, my friend.Capericita Roja.”

Lucky cocked his head in veiled confusion. “Glad we’re all making jokes at my expense,” he tutted lightly. “Can we eat now? I don’t want Mr. Roboto having an aneurism after discovering his sense of humor.”

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