Page 24 of Gemini Christmas
“Glad you kept an open mind, bad boy,” I say, low and husky.
Because now he’s tweaking my swollen nipples through the lace in a way that makes liquid heat pool and pulse between my thighs.
Sweet Jesus. I need a fuck.
Of course, I’m so hormonal these days I’m constantly horny and pretty much always need a fuck. Which (conveniently) makes all my guys feel the same way.
When V pinches my nipples just to make me moan, the aching sound that rolls up my throat makes all my guys groan or growl. A sudden flood of slick dampens the crotch of my Christmas panties.
Suddenly, I wanna be nakey.
Right now.
“Your wish,” Zephyr whispers in my ear from behind, “our command. My bride, we are yours to rule.”
“Constitutional monarchy,” I remind him breathlessly, a point I always like to reinforce for him on this side of the Avalon portal. “We’re not a dictatorship, Your Radiance.”
“Keep tellin’ him that, princess,” Ash says, warm with humor, still kneeling behind me somewhere to help Zephyr outta his pants.
Zephyr’s warm chuckle gusts over my ear. His deft Dark Fae fingers pop my bra clasp. The lacy scrap falls away.
Now I’m bare from the waist up, my ripe breasts and wine-dark nipples drawing Vasili’s hands and Zephyr’s like magnets. While I stand sandwiched between V in front and Z behind, their fingers caress my boobs and tweak my nipples. Ribbons of heat streak straight from their fingers to my cunt. My entire nervous system vibrates with arousal. Especially my clit, which swells and rubs against the damp lace.
Plus I love that these two warlocks are caressing each other too, hands overlapping in slow sweeps as they cradle my tits and stroke the swell of my pregnant belly.
Especially when their mouths crash together in a desperate kiss, lips fusing in a flash of sucking heat, bodies folding around the swell of my belly between them. Turning my head to appreciate the up-close-and-personal, I catch a slick flash of V’s tongue—hislongtongue—that wrings a husky moan out of Zephyr.
Oh, hell to the yeah.
Our first Christmas Eve is gonna beepic.
While those two kiss like they’re gonna crawl down each other’s throats and devour each other, Ash and Neo slip quietly around us like house elves. Or Christmas elves, I guess. With tender touches and whispers of encouragement, they’re easing me outta my yoga pants and my lacy Christmas panties from Paris. Then they turn to helping Zephyr and V out of the rest of their clothes.
When Vasili shifts his weight to help, his slim feet hit the floorboards with a solid thud like cloven hooves.
Krampus hooves.
I realize I’m not ready to look down and see if he’s turning into an actual physical Krampus.
This fucking house. Guess it’s delivering on my Christmas fantasy.
Big time.
When Zephyr and V break their kiss—both breathing hard, puffy-lipped and glassy-eyed—Neo slips up behind Vasili to unbutton his silky shirt and ease him out of it. Over V’s pale shoulder, our bookworm’s eyes meet mine. Neo is flushed and excited, glasses steamy with heat, soft purple curls falling over his forehead.
Thanks to Ash’s TLC and the magic of his Seelie herbs, I can barely see the goose egg from our minor fender-bender.
“I’m okay, babe,” Neo says softly, rubbing his face affectionately into the gilded shag of V’s hair. “Stop worrying about me. Just enjoy your Christmas present.”
“All right, baby.” I relax into a smile, because I really love how intimate he and V—former frenemies—have gotten with each other. “But you be sure to tell us if we need to slow down with you, okay?”
“I will. I promise. Don’t worry.” Neo’s own slow smile blossoms. “I love you so much, Zara.”
“Oh, Neo.” Warmth spreads through my chest and makes me feel all floaty and euphoric. That’s what happiness feels like.
These days, with these guys, I feel it all the time.
“Right back at you,” I tell him softly. “I’m crazy in love with you. All of you.”
