Page 23 of Gemini Christmas
Lucius’ murmur of mannerly protest is muffled in a full-blown sex demon kiss. Our headmaster’s hands settle firmly on Mordred’s bare shoulders.
But Lucius doesn’t… quite… push him away.
He likes what you’re doing.I whisper encouragement to Mordred through our mating bond. Because Luciusdoeslike it. Plus his wolf is frisking and all excited to claim another mate.I have a bond with both of them. That’s how I know.
He does?Mordred might swank around like Jason Momoa’s rogue superhero in the movies, but he sounds wistful as fuck in our mating bond.
Yeah,I say firmly.He thinks he shouldn’t like it, but he does. So keep doing it.
“You’re causing trouble, little queen.” Vasili’s whisper snakes into my ear, accompanied with a serpentine lick of tongue along my lobe that makes me shiver. Because of course, as our alpha, he’s also tuned into our private channel. “Be a good girl and helpHis Radiance strip,do.He can barely manage to untie his shoes without an army of Unseelie servants.”
Zephyrisused to being waited on, hand and foot, back on Avalon (because king). Still, it’s totally not true that he expects that kinda treatment (much) on this side of the Avalon portal.
“You’re causing trouble yourself, Goblin King.” I turn away—briefly—from the deeply satisfying sight of Mordred engulfing Lucius in a soul-searing kiss so I can silence Vasili’s wicked mouth in the best possible way.
With my own claiming kiss.
The tart sweetness of V’s cherry lip gloss mingles with the Christmasy spice of the mulled wine he’s been quaffing. His razor-sharp fangs, which he can’t retract, are a menace and a turn-on I tease fearlessly with my tongue.
Vasili hums with satisfaction and devours my mouth like a greedy kid with a Christmas treat he has no intention of sharing. In the flicker and dance of firelight in the darkening room, shadows branch around his head like antlers.
Or Krampus horns.
Suddenly, I’m all dizzy and swirly in my head. But not in a bad way.
The house rocks gently under our feet like a cradle.
My eyes flutter closed, but I don’t need eyes to know what’s going down. Neo is following the bossy Goblin King order I resisted, helping Zephyr peel out of the black compression shirt that clings to his honed dragonrider torso.
“Sweet boy,” Zephyr whispers. “Pray tell, how’s your head?”
“A lot better. Ash is a really good healer.” Neo sounds breathless and happy. “But I still need to be kept awake all night. Right, Ash?”
“That’s right. Doc’s orders.” The direction of Ash’s voice tells me he’s kneeling to help Zephyr out of his boots. No doubt Zephyr’s pants will be next.
Yum.
“And Zara still wants her Christmas present,” Neo adds like the helpful soul he is.
V chuckles against my lips with a swipe of tongue that feels longer and rougher than usual. Like sandpaper or goat tongue.
Or Krampus tongue.
That shit’s kinky as fuck. The thought of that long supple tongue lapping my clit and fucking my hole makes my cunt ripple and clench.
“If you intend to be kept awake all night,” V breathes, easing out of our kiss and turning to Neo, “we’ll all need to be wearing much less, Christmas elf.”
I guess that’s Neo’s new nickname.
Christmas elf. It suits him.
“That’s not gonna be any problem at all,” Neo assures him eagerly, with elven cheer.
Vasili’s cool hands slide under my cashmere sweater and up my warm back in a way that makes me shiver all over. I open my eyes to help him pull the sweater over my head. Brisk air nips my hot skin and goosebumps race down my arms. Even my nipples tighten under the cute red lace bra (an early Christmas gift from V) that came in our last lingerie box from Paris.
I’ve grown a full cup size, so my boobs look practically indecent in this push-up bra with its tiny green bow. Vasili’s smoky lids drop over his glittering stare on a long hiss of pleasure. His fingers glide over my lace-covered tits—which are super-sensitive right now—in a way that makes my nipples peak.
“I never considered myself a breast man, forobviousreasons,” Vasili murmurs. Because of course, until I came along, he identified as gay. “But damn if you haven’t changed my diabolical mind, darling. You’re succulent enough to eat.”
