Page 18 of Gemini Christmas
“Then bebadfor me, Krampus,” I whisper into his neck, breathing in a lungful of his yummy caramel and vetiverfragrance. “But be good to Zephyr. Just for tonight. That’s my Christmas wish.”
As if in response, the antique grandfather clock leaning against the wall wheezes and lets out a single sonorous gong. It’s just ringing the half hour between nine and ten p.m.
Still, it makes me jump.
Tickling my hair, Vasili’s warm breath catches.
The Bavarian cuckoo clock over the fireplace whirs in preparation. Together, we watch while the tiny door pops open. The rotund miniature figure of a bearded Santa with a bulging sack of presents whizzes into view, whips around the clock face, and vanishes back into the mechanism.
The gramophone wraps up “I’ll be Home for Christmas”and eases into the stately hush of “Silent Night”.
The mood in the room is shifting.
The air is thickening with the creamy rose of my mating scent, laced with fuck-me pheromones that trigger an instinctive response in all my guys. V’s scenting too, that rich aroma of musk and birchwood rising from his skin, and he’s the dominant alpha in my harem. When he’s turned on, we’re all conditioned to respond.
The simmer of arousal stirs and ripples through the bonds that connect me with all the guys.
Having dealt successfully with the ache in my back, V’s arms snake around my waist and ease me back against his boner.
The building heat in my core makes my cunt slick. I rub my thighs together in my yoga pants and snuggle back into my alpha’s arms.
I can wait a little longer for the others to catch up.
But not for long.
The jewel-toned glow from the stained-glass table lamps, which no one’s touched since we got here, grows visibly dimmer. Now the primary light in the great room twinkles from the tinygold and silver lights strung around the Christmas tree and the fire’s amber flicker (which seems to burn continuously, even though no one’s fed it).
The guys have finished clearing the table. The soft clatter of crockery seeps from the kitchen where Ronin and Ash are parking clean dishes in the cupboard. Zephyr scrambles down from the loft and deigns to lounge on the leather sofa. Neo wanders over to curl on the bearskin rug at his feet and snuggles affectionately against Zephyr’s legs. Together, the two of them bask in the fire’s warmth.
I’m relieved to see our bookworm looks a lot better since he’s eaten, with plenty of Ash’s healing tea inside him. The Dark Fae King sifts an idle hand through Neo’s curls, while his narrowed gaze studies the snow-scoured window.
When Lucius bends to blow out the candles, Mordred curls a playful tentacle (still manifested) around Lucius’ ass.
Which makes our headmaster gasp.
Giving Mordred a look of gentle reproach, Lucius edges away to deal with the remaining candles. But even in this dim light, his cheeks are ruddy with emotion.
Leaving his professorial ethics aside, Lucius is definitely not immune to his student’s tentacled charms.
Far from it.
Especially since he’s seen what Mordred and those tentacles he’s rocking do for the rest of us in the sack.
White teeth gleam in the sex demon’s face until his dimples show. He swanks after Lucius, a pair of sinewy purple-black tentacles already reaching for our elusive prof.
“We all know what Mordred wants most for Christmas,” V murmurs in my ear. “Of course, Luciuswouldbe the final holdout against our sex demon’s seduction.”
“Yeah, that’s gonna be something to see. But don’t change the subject.” I tear my fascinated gaze away from the sight ofMordred purposefully stalking Lucius and turn my back to the glowing miracle of the Christmas tree. Rising on tiptoe, I wrap my arms around Vasili’s neck. My pregnant belly rests between us.
One of my dragonets is his—a fact he’s incredibly proud of. But I already know he loves all of them. All our kids.
The same way he loves me.
And all our guys.
With the dancing play of firelight glowing in his silver shag of hair and the Christmas lights flickering in his eyes like tiny flames, V looks more like David Bowie inLabyrinththan ever tonight.
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
